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Summer of Twelve - Chapter 2

In which I babysit again for Donny and Chris, and Chris and I learn some things about each other

The next time I sat for Donny and Chris was just over a week later, this time a proper weekend, Saturday night.

Yuka pulled me aside after the boys let me in, telling them she needed a minute with me to work out the details.

"You should know," she said, "that Donny is a blabbermouth, and he gave me the whole story the next day."

I hung my head, because I'd been caught in a lie about bedtime. "I'm sorry," I offered, "It seemed like a good idea at the time..."

"It was a great idea!" she said. "Donny can be a real pill when he's fighting going to bed, and you completely charmed him."

"So... I guess I don't know what to do..." I said.

"You have my permission to improvise as much as you want." she said. "Only don't tell him I said it was okay, he'll like it better if he thinks he's getting away with something, even if he's going to blab it to me first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes ma'am." I said. "Anything else?"

"You could use a bath yourself," she said, "You should jump in the tub with the boys when the time comes. There's a spare toothbrush in their medicine chest, still in the box."

"Yes ma'am." I nodded.

"Also, Donny said that you told him you sleep naked at home." she said.

"He does tell you everything." I said, blushing.

"He's like a little tape recorder." she said, smiling. "Anyway, I'm probably not going to be home until 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning. Get some sleep, no need to wait up for me."

"I'll just sack out on the couch then." I said.

"That's fine." she said. "And you should know, Chris won't get dressed in the morning until I make him, so I'm used to seeing naked boys bouncing around. Make yourself comfortable."

"Yes ma'am" I said, still nodding.

"I wish I could get Donny to sleep in his birthday suit too." she said, "maybe you could work on that with him?"

I kind of shrugged "I'll see what I can do."

She drove her own car that night, apparently planning to meet her date somewhere.

Donny started pestering about his bath nearly the minute his mom got out the door. I had to put him off for a little bit until I figured out a different deal.

"If we start bedtime stories this early," I said, "We'll run out of your books before you get sleepy. How about if we get ready for bed now, and you can stay up and play until it gets close to dark, then we'll all go to your bed and read stories until you fall asleep?"

"Are you gonna take a bath with us?" Donny said.

"If it's okay with you." I said.

His jumping with glee made it pretty clear he was okay with that. He made a beeline for the bathroom peeling off his clothes on the way.

Three boys, aged 12, 9, and 4 made for a crowded, slippery, fun time in the tub. We put Donny in the middle, because he was the smallest, while Chris and I faced each other from opposite ends. Again, I washed Donny's hair and face for him, then thoroughly rinsed him while he kept his eyes clamped shut so hard his face twisted from the effort.

We all got boners that night, even Donny, but he didn't have anything to say about it. I told him it was just a normal thing for boys, but I think he was a little intimidated, because now he was the one who looked different.

We did the usual soap then soak routine for their two-stage bath. Since there was no hurry, we stayed in the tub with the clear water until it turned tepid on us. It was still only about 6:30 when we finally got out and dried off.

"Do you want to sleep naked tonight, like a big boy?" I said, after I got his hair combed out, but before I got his pajamas out of his dresser.

"Noooooo!!!" he said, half whiny, but also half giggly, as if he liked the idea, but wasn't quite ready to go there yet. "I'll get all cold when I get out from under the covers."

I didn't push it any farther, so that's how we stayed, Donny in his pajamas, Chris and me bare. Cards were a little over Donny's head, but there were a couple of simple board games that he couldn't get enough of. And of course he was willing to watch TV if he got to pick the channel, not that there was much on in that time slot that was interesting to him. There was plenty of rough housing, which was breaking the rules, but with the coffee table pushed back and couch cushions in front of it, the living room floor made a safe arena. Both Chris and I kept an eye out for Donny, to keep him from getting too out of control, catching him when it looked like he was going to hit his head and letting him "win" most of the time. It also served to wear him out.

About 8:15, Donny popped his thumb in his mouth, so I asked him if he was ready for bedtime stories. He just nodded, so we all three trooped to his bedroom, with a stop by the toilet on the way. Then we piled onto his bed, like before, reading from his favorite books. The little kid barely made it to 8:30 before he dozed off, it was still twilight outside. I extricated myself from under him and he curled into a fetal position.

"You're sure about him sleeping through anything?" I asked Chris, the two of us standing outside Donny's bedroom door.

"Yeah," Chris said, "he sleeps through thunderstorms like nothin's happening. When my mom caries him to bed he's like a rag doll. If he falls asleep with his regular clothes on, she can put him in his pajamas without waking him up. Just give him the five minutes with his thumb."

"I'm gonna take his pajamas off then." I said, starting to chub up. "Will he be mad about it in the morning, do you think?"

"I guess he's gonna sleep like a big boy whether he likes it or not." Chris giggled, his boyhood rising to match mine. "I don't think he'll be mad. He's at his best first thing in the morning. I think the worst that'll happen is he'll insist on putting his pajamas back on. But he really does get out from under the covers," Chris said. "It prolly won't wake him up, but he'll get all shivery if he's naked."

"I'm gonna close the air conditioner vent in his bedroom." I said, "You just remember to go in tomorrow morning and open it back up."

"It's a plan then!" Chris said, and we high fived, both of us already fully erect.

"Wanna show me your bedroom?" I said "We could practice together for a few minutes until Donny is asleep."

"I been practicin' a lot!" Chris said, grinning as he led the way down the hallway. "But it really is more fun with a friend."

There wasn't much to Chris's bedroom, it wasn't even really a bedroom. There was a wide spot in the hallway and his bed was pushed into a corner. It was sort of screened off from traffic by his dresser and a bookshelf, but he had no privacy at all from anyone over five feet tall.

"Did you ever wonder if you were adopted?" I said.

"Promise you won't tell?" he replied.

"Cross my heart and hope to die." I said.

"Pinkie swear?" he asked, offering that most solemn of gestures.

"How 'bout a boner swear?" I said.

"That sounds even better." he said, grinning, "but I don't know what it is."

"Put your hand on my butt, like this" I said, facing him, putting his left hand on my right hip. "Now I stand the same way and we push our boners together. You kinda get up on your tiptoes and I'll sort of bend my knees so we can push 'em against each other."

Chris giggled like crazy.

"Now we both make a circle with our thumb and finger and grab both of our boners and hold 'em together." I showed him what I meant.

"How come I never heard of this before?" he said, copying my gesture with his hand, clamping our two stiffies together with both of us holding both boners.

"Prolly 'cause I'm makin' it up just now." I said.

"I boner swear I will never tell any of Chris's secrets that he tells me." I intoned through the giggles

"I boner swear I will never tell any of Chris's secrets that he tells me." Chris said, nearly breathless.

"Now we give each other three strokes, like we're jackin' each other off." I said, and counted them out "One, two, three!"

"Can we just keep goin' 'til we get our shivers?" Chris said.

"Sure!" I said, "but I think that makes us cum brothers or somethin'"

"I don't mind." he said.

We did exactly that. We were so well primed that even with the awkward position and unfamiliar way of masturbating that we both got our shivers, about the same time, just a minute or two later, humping awkwardly against each others' smooth bodies as we did. We collapsed onto his bed, chests heaving, while we enjoyed the glow and figured out how to talk again.

"I know that I am adopted" he said, finally, quietly.

"Me too." I said.

"No way!" he said. "For reals?"

"Yeah," I said, "My mom and dad tried to have kids but for some reason they couldn't, so they adopted me."

"But then after a few years, your mom got pregnant anyway?" Chris said.

"Yeah," I said, "How'd you know?"

"'Cause that's how it was for my mom and dad, I mean... my adopted dad." Chris said.

"This is crazy!" I said, "It's like we're brothers or somethin' with the same story, just three years apart."

"Do you know anything about your real mom and dad?" Chris asked.

"Nothin' at all." I said. "Do you?"

"Nope." he said.

We lay there together for a few minutes, absorbing the shared revelation.

"Do you think we might be brothers for real?" Chris asked?

"It's not very likely." I said, "but it's not impossible. And we do look a lot alike."

"I'd like it if we were." Chris said.

"Me too." I said, "but I know one thing for sure."

"What's that?" Chris said.

"We're definitely cum brothers, 'cause we just did the ceremony."

"You said you just made it up!" Chris said, the giggles coming back.

"So? Why can't it be for real?" I said. "If we say it's real, then it is!"

Chris rolled over and gave me a big hug then. It caught me by surprise, but it was so spontaneous and felt so good that I hugged him right back. We held the embrace for a lot longer than we needed to, just enjoying the full body contact and the novel feeling of being possibly related.

"You're gettin' another boner." I finally said.

"You too." Chris said. "Wanna practice some more? Like regular this time?"

"Let's go strip Donny first." I said, then we can do any fun things we want until we both fall asleep."

In the fifteen minutes or so it had taken Chris and me to become cum brothers and figure out we might be real brothers, Donny had thrashed around so his head was at the foot of his bed. But, as promised, the little kid was all but comatose. About the only sign he wasn't actually in a coma was that, when I moved him, his thumb went to his mouth again.

I got him turned around properly with his head on his pillow and then peeled his pajamas off his body. I showed Chris where the air conditioning vent was and how to slide the lever on it so the louvers closed inside and almost cut off the flow of air. I went back to Donny to tuck him in, but then I realized this was the perfect chance to try something I had been wanting to try for a long time.

I turned him on his back then maneuvered him around so his lower legs were hanging off the side of his bed. I got on my knees, spread his legs, and took his wiener in my mouth, the whole thing, balls and all.

"Oh my gosh!" Chris said. "What are you doing? Isn't that gross?"

"His wiener's as clean as his thumb" I said, taking my mouth off the younger boy. "I watched him wash it just a few hours ago." I went back down on him again, trying to do the things I had read about in the magazines I found in the tree house out in the woods.

"But he peed before stories!" Chris said.

I didn't want to stop, because I was getting a rise out of Donny, unconscious though he was. The younger boy was a shower, not a grower, so he didn't get much longer, just a little bit thicker, and nice and stiff so it stuck out straight in front of him.

"So? If he did, any little drops are in his pajamas now." I said, admiring his glistening boner by the light coming in from the hall.

"Are you gonna give him his shivers?" Chris asked, coming closer, looking interested now, judging from the way he was handling his erection.

"No." I said. "That might actually wake him up. I just wanted to make him stiff and see what it was like to have a wiener in my mouth."

I turned him back around on the bed, got his head on his pillow again and helped him pop his thumb into his mouth. Then I pulled the sheets up and tucked him in as best I could, making a sort of boy burrito.

"It's not gross at all." I said. "I'll do it to you if you want."

"Yes!" was all Chris said.

I gave Chris his first ever blow job that night, out in the living room because it seemed more daring than the paltry privacy his "bedroom" could offer. It wasn't like we needed privacy, we had the place to ourselves for at least five hours before his mother was due home. Chris felt duty bound to reciprocate to me. I had not thought past the idea of giving, so getting was a huge bonus.

"You really don't have to if you don't wanna." I said, "And if it grosses you out, you can stop. I won't be mad, I swear."

"It's okay," he said, "I really wanna do it for you, you gotta feel how different the shivers feel from sucking!"

We learned a lot from each other that night. Teeth were a mistake we each made exactly once. It took longer to get shivers from a blow job than from jacking off, because our tongues and cheeks couldn't squeeze as hard as our hands, but the shivers felt different when we finally got them. We alternated blow jobs and hand jobs for a couple of hours, not having to worry about chafing so much because we were using our mouths half the time.

In between cums, we talked about regular boy stuff, school and sports and what books we liked. We fantasized about how we might possibly be actually related, because it was so easy, and so gratifying to compare our bare bodies and note the similarities. Finally, it got to be about 11:00 and we were both genuinely tired. Also pretty much satiated, but yawning besides.

"Your mom said you don't get dressed in the morning until she tells you to." I said, as he was finally making up his mind to actually go to bed.

"It's more like I get dressed after she tells me it's okay." Chris said. "I think she likes seein' me naked."

"I don't blame her!" I said, snickering, "And it's pretty much that way for me too, at home."

"Our moms are weird!" Chris said, "And right there is another thing where we're crazy alike even though we only really made friends... just a couple of weeks ago." Chris stood then to go to bed. "Can I have a goodnight hug, big brother?"

I stood and we hugged like long lost brothers, completely naked and loving every second of it.

"Goodnight little brother." I said, "sweet dreams."

"Sweet dreams yourself" he said, then "Now I know I'm really tired, this hug isn't even givin' me a boner."

I poked my head into Donny's room. Being tucked in seemed have tamed his wilder somnolent acrobatics. He was still mostly under the sheets, and the room was noticeably warmer than the rest of the house. I tucked him back in one last time.

I went around the house turning off all the lights except the small hanging lamp in the hallway that served as Donny's night light. I checked to make sure the doors were locked, then lay down naked on the couch, as Yuka had suggested. My last thought before I fell asleep was to wonder if she was going to bring her date in like last time.

I was a light sleeper, so the sound of the key in the lock woke me up. It was about 2:30 in the morning. She did bring her date in with her, but it was a different guy than last time. They both looked a bit disheveled. I had slept enough that I wasn't completely groggy, so I sat up, then stood up and walked to meet them in the little entryway by the front door. At least I didn't have a boner this time.

Yuka introduced me to her date, Mr. Bernard without offering his first name.

Mr. Bernard offered me a handshake and said "It's good to see you, Christopher, Ms. Martin has told me a lot about you."

I liked that he called me "Christopher." It felt like he was showing me some respect, even though I was just a kid. He had an interesting way of speaking, sort of formal, like English wasn't his native language. But he spoke well enough I couldn't tell from his trace of an accent where he might be from.

"I hope she only told you the good things, sir." I said, with what I hoped was a good combination of cheeky and respectful. The chuckle it elicited from him seemed to indicate I had hit the mark.

Once again, Ms. Martin debriefed me. This time I answered truthfully since there was no point in lying about it when Donny was going to give her a play-by-play.

Yes, Donny went to bed without a fuss, the stories worked like before. Chris went to bed about 11:00

No, they were no trouble at all.

Yes, we all took a bath together.

No, I couldn't convince Donny to go to sleep naked, but I did go in and take his pajamas off after he fell asleep.

Yes, he seems to be sleeping fine that way, at least he was when I checked in on him, just before I went to sleep myself. He was still mostly under the sheets even.

Those last two elicited a pleased smile from Ms. Martin. I did not attempt to explain my nudity because neither one of the grownups seemed to consider it at all strange to be conversing with a naked twelve year old.

"Mr. Bernard" she said "Let's go and let you have a look at my boys."

"If you don't think it will awaken them." he said.

"Oh, don't worry about that." she said, "You couldn't wake up Donny without a bucket of water, and if Chris does wake up, he'll be able to get back to sleep just fine."

We followed Ms. Martin into Donny's bedroom, with Mr. Bernard bringing up the rear. She turned on the overhead light, apparently very confident Donny would be able to sleep through it. The kid had one leg and one arm out from under the sheets, making it clear he was naked, but his boy bits were still hidden. She fixed that right away by lifting the sheets off him entirely, exposing his bare body to Mr. Bernard, who looked him over quite frankly.

"Ah yes," he said "The boy is just as you said. Very sturdy... well made and well endowed."

Donny had a little bit of a chub on, probably from sleeping naked for the first time. It did make him look like he was surprisingly well hung for a little boy, if you didn't know that was about as big as he got. After a few more moments of observation, Ms. Martin tucked Donny back in and Mr. Bernard turned off the overhead light as we left Donny's bedroom, heading down the hall toward where Chris slept. Again, she turned on the overhead light without a care as to whether that would wake him up. Again she lifted off the sheets to expose her son to Mr. Bernard's assessment.

Chris did wake up, at least a bit. He stretched and squirmed a little on his bed, there with his mother and a strange man standing over him. He blinked in the light and offered a sleepy "Hi mom... hi mister." Chris was still as satiated as I was, so he was completely limp.

"Quite lovely, Ms. Martin" the man said, taking his time again, admiring Chris's naked body. "He is lithe, like a runner, quite the model for ancient Greek statuary. Let's not disturb his slumber any further."

I hit the light myself and Chris rolled back over and went to sleep almost immediately that his mother pulled the sheet back over him. I followed the adults back to the entryway. Mr. Bernard looked me over again, appraisingly.

"It is said we all have a twin on this earth" he said, "mostly we never meet them, but I think, Christopher and Chris have each met their twin in the other." He talked to Ms. Martin about me, like I wasn't standing there, bare naked, right in front of him.

Ms. Martin paid me then, or overpaid me rather. I started to protest, but she shushed me and said I should keep the change.

I got dressed then, pocketed the money and made to head out the door to get on my bike and ride home. Mr. Bernard announced he would give me a ride home. I started to protest, but he shushed me and said he wouldn't hear of me riding through the dark streets at this time of the morning. He gave Ms. Martin a very wet goodnight kiss as I looked on, then gestured me out the door in front of him. He had a nice car, foreign made, with a bike rack on the back, where he secured my bike.

Mr. Bernard drove very slowly through the dark streets going back to my house, so we had a few minutes to talk, which he used to ask me a bunch of questions. He made a point ahead of time to tell me that he was more open-minded than most Americans and that I needn't fear he would disapprove of any of my answers.

No, I didn't have a girl friend

Yes, I did like girls that way, but most of them acted like aliens. That drew another little chuckle from him.

No, I wasn't bashful about being naked. Boys my age didn't have anything they needed to hide.

etc.

etc.

We pulled up to my house finally. He didn't pull in the driveway so his headlights didn't shine into the windows. He got out to unfasten my bike from the rack. "Do you enjoy the opportunity to be free with your body with other boys?" he asked.

At one level, I was pretty sure he had just asked me if I messed around with other boys, which is a question no adult had ever asked me. But at another level, his odd phrasing made it kind of an indirect question. Then also, he had taken pains to let me know he wouldn't judge me with prudish American sensibilities about bodies and relationships.

"Yes sir." I said, keeping it simple.

"Lovely." was all he said in response.

Note To The Reader: If you got this far, thank you very much for reading. I hope you enjoyed it! Parts three and four are both about 80% complete.