The Storm
Copyright 2005 Julien Gregg
 

This story is about an incestuous encounter between teenaged brothers..  If you are offended by this kind of story, then you shouldn't read mine.  If it is not legal for you to read erotic fiction where you live, then you should not read this story.  If you have questions or comments, email me.  You can also visit my webpage.  There is exclusive story there, and you can join my mailing list to be notified when I post to a story.  This story is copyrighted, so please do not duplicate it in whole or in part without permission.

Life sucks!

Yeah, yeah.  I know what you're going to say, so just save it.  In my case, life really does suck.  My name is Billy Campbell, and I had the perfect weekend planned.  My best friend, Danny Sass and I were going to have his older brother, Eddie, take us up to the lake and drop us off for the weekend.  We had our tent and sleeping bags all packed up and stored in Danny's garage.  Our parents weren't going to know a thing about our trip, either.  It would have just been me and Danny on our own with no brothers or parents to tell us what to do for an entire weekend!

Everything was going fine.  Danny bribed Eddie into taking us and keeping quiet about it.  He would have had to mow the grass for the whole summer, but I would have helped him.  My mom and dad didn't suspect anything, and Danny's mom was going to be out of town for the weekend at some conference.  Everything looked great.

Then disaster struck.  I was sitting in my room, doing my homework and mentally cursing the teachers of Compton High School for assigning so much homework on a Friday.  My parents wouldn't even let me out the front door until my homework was done.  I was just about finished when my little brother, Chad, burst through the door and started to talk a mile a minute.  I didn't understand much of what he was saying, but I did catch the words weekend and hospital.

"What are you talking about, Chad?" I asked.  "Calm down."

"I was telling you that Grandma Edna is in the hospital," he said after taking a deep breath.  "Mom and Dad are going down there for the weekend to help Aunt Maude. They're taking me with them."

"You're excited about going to stay with Aunt Maude for the weekend?" I asked, screwing my face into my patent smirk.

Aunt Maude was one strange woman.  She was my mother's oldest sister, and she'd never married.  I doubt that there was a man on Earth that would have her to begin with.  She was freakishly tall, probably the tallest woman in the world.  I don't know to this day how tall she was, but I know that she was taller than any man in Storyville.  She had long dusty brown hair and dull brown eyes that always seemed to be full of nothing when she looked at you, but she was definitely thinking behind those eyes.  She always had something strange to say about everything, too.  She said the freakiest things every time I saw her.  She was heavily into the occult, and she told everyone that she was a witch.  My brothers and I were scared of her, if you want the truth, but we'd deny that if anyone asked us.

"Chris is going to be there!" cried Chad, jumping up and down.  For a thirteen year old, Chad was a bit over the top.

"You spent last summer with Aunt Jill," I reminded him.  "When you came home, you said Chris was mean to you all summer and you never wanted to see him again."

"Yeah, I know," he said, losing some of his former enthusiasm.  "I talked to him on the phone before I came in here, and he said he couldn't wait for me to get there."

"Why?" I asked sarcastically.  "So he can beat on you again?"

"Whatever," scoffed Chad, his excitement unbreakable.

"So why are you in here jumping up and down in front of me?" I asked, remembering that he'd said something about home for the weekend.

"Mom says that you can't stay with Danny this weekend," he said, shooting an arrow through my weekend and shattering it to shards.  "She said that you and Harry have to stay here all weekend."

"WHAT?" I cried, bolting off of my bed and leaving Chad standing in the middle of the bedroom that Harry and I shared with him.  "Mom!"

"Billy, why are you screaming?" demanded my mother when I got downstairs.  She and my father were sitting in the living room probably laughing their asses off over ruining my plans.

"Why do I have to stay here all weekend with Harry?" I asked.  For God's sake, the boy was fourteen years old.  It wasn't like he couldn't stay home by himself!

"Your grandmother is in the hospital, William," said my father.  "We have got to go down there to help Maude with everything. You know she's not good with people. Jill has to work all weekend, and Maude is taking care of Chris. She needs help."

"But I had plans for this weekend," I complained.

"Oh, so you think its wrong of your grandmother not to wait until you were ready for her to have stroke?" asked my mother sarcastically.  "Is that what you're saying?"

"No," I replied.  "I just don't know why Harry can't stay at home alone or with a friend."

"Harry's friends all have plans for the weekend, William," said my father in his irritated voice.  "And Harry doesn't like being home all by himself. You know that."

Life sucks! Just like I said.

I was beaten, and I knew it.  Their precious Harry couldn't stay home alone, because he was scared of the dark.  My brother Harry was fourteen years old and still scared of the dark! GOD! Why couldn't he just grow up? My weekend had to be ruined, because Harry wouldn't stay at home alone.  He could have slept with the lights on for crying out loud.

I went back up to the bedroom to call Danny on mine and Harry's private line, but when I got there, the little creep was lying in his bed with the phone glued to his ear.  He was babbling about Mom and Dad being gone all weekend and inviting his friend, Clay, to spend the weekend.  Was he crazy? Did he think I wanted to be saddled with babysitting him and his pest of a best friend? I was going to put a stop to that right then and there.

"No one is spending the weekend here, Harry," I said, walking over to his bed and glaring down at him.  "My weekend is ruined because you can't stay home alone, so you're not going to have any special crap, either."

"That's not fair!" he cried, probably breaking Clay's eardrum.

"It is fair," I replied.  "If I can't stay with Danny, then Clay can't stay here."

"I have to go, Clay," he said into the phone.  "I'll call you back."

Then he jumped up from his bed and ran out of the room.  I could hear his heavy footfalls as he stomped down the stairs to plead his case to Mom and Dad.  I wasn't going to back down on this one, though.  Danny and I had planned this weekend and gone to great lengths to get everything ready and make sure that our parents didn't suspect anything.  If my weekend was ruined, Harry's weekend would be too.

I called Danny while Harry was downstairs to tell him what was happening.  He was just as upset as I was about it.  If I wasn't going, there was no use in him going, either.  I promised to call him after the rents left, and I was hanging up the phone when Harry marched back into the room.  He flung himself on his bed and glared at me.

"This is all your fault," he hissed.

"What? Mom and Dad told you that we can't have company over?" I asked satisfied with myself, because I knew the no company rule was always in effect when Mom and Dad were both out of the house.

"You know they did," he said.  "They wouldn't have even known he was going to be here, Billy. You're just being an ass, because you can't hang out with your boyfriend."

"What did you say?" I growled, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and lifting him to his feet.  My face was inches from his, and he stared back at me defiantly.

"That's right," he said.  "I know all about you and Danny Sass. I see the way you two look at each other. You always find reasons to be alone in here when Danny stays over, and you're always at his house if he isn't over here."

"I ought to kick your scrawny ass," I breathed.

Almost all of what he said was the truth.  Danny and I were inseparable, and we had been since grade school when we met.  What wasn't true was the part about me and Danny being boyfriends.  Oh, how I wished it could be the truth, though.  I had been secretly lusting over my best friend's body for years.  But how could Harry know about that?

"I didn't mean it, Billy," he said, and I could see the defiance in his eyes change to fear as I glared at him hatefully.  "I was just mad about you not letting Clay stay this weekend. Honest, Billy, I didn't mean it."

"Whatever," I grumbled, letting go of his shirt and turning away from him.

"Billy, I swear I didn't mean it," he said.  "Don't be mad at me, ok?"

"Fuck off, Harry," I said, grabbing my school books and heading downstairs.

I went into the kitchen and sat at the table, spreading my books out in front of me.  Mom was cooking supper, and she eyed me a few times without saying anything.  I knew she didn't like us doing our homework on the table while she was getting food ready, but I was too pissed at Harry to finish my homework in our room.

"I'll let you get by with this today, Bill," she said without looking at me as she cooked.  "I know you're upset about not being able to spend the weekend at Danny's, but Harry really can't stay home by himself. I'll make it up to you, ok?"

"Its ok, Mom," I said.  "I'll get over it."

I tried to concentrate on my math homework, but what Harry had said was really getting to me.  Was I obvious about the way I felt about Danny? Had I let something slip in words or actions to show that I was in love with him? This could be disastrous if Mom and Dad found out.  What if Chad had seen something? He would surely tell our parents.

Being afraid of being outed to my parents wasn't enough to keep me from thinking of Danny instead of doing my homework, though.  All I had to do was mentally say his name and an image of his perfectly shaped, smiling face came right to the front of my thoughts.  Like me, Danny is fifteen years old.  We're both sophomores at Compton High, and we'll both be getting our driver's licenses when we turn sixteen this summer; just six days apart.

I'd always known that Danny was good looking, but I hadn't really started to drool over him until last year when he joined the freshmen swim team.  Being his best friend, I was at every practice and every meet.  I don't know what it was that was so different.  I'd seen him in bikini briefs on countless occasions when we'd spend the night at one or the other's house, so it wasn't the amount of skin he was showing as he dove into, or climbed out of the pool.  Something about seeing him in his electric blue speedos with water dripping off of his swimmer's body just got my hormones pumping and my dick hard like instantly.

In the looks department, Danny and I are as different as night and day.  Like the rest of the males in my family, I have dark hair that's almost black and green eyes that are the color of money.  I stand at about five feet and eight inches tall, and my body is nicely developed from helping my dad on the weekends and most days during the summer.  I keep a pretty good tan during the summer, and my skin isn't exactly pale in the winter, either.

Danny is a little taller than me.  He's at least five feet ten inches tall.  He has dark blond hair that gets to be a shade lighter than light brown in the winter and almost the color of wheat in the summer.  His eyes are as blue as the sky, and the features of his face are so perfect, he looks like he was carved by Michelangelo.  His body is lean and sleek from his laps in the pool, and I can tell you about every curve and crevice.  He has the sexiest lips I've ever seen on a human being, and his chin has this sexy little cleft in it.  You know the kind, not too deep or prominent, just enough that you can see that its there.

When he smiles, his entire face lights up, and he has the sexiest dimples I've ever seen.  I know, dimples aren't sexy, but his are! His skin, like mine, tans perfectly in the summer, but unlike me, his is completely pale when its hidden from the sun in the winter.  It was pale right now, too.  That was part of what we had planned for the weekend.  He'd be in his sexy blue speedos, and we'd be swimming in the lake, soaking up the sun and tanning ourselves.  That wasn't going to happen now.

"Earth to Billy," said my little brother Chad, snapping his fingers in front of my face.

"Huh? What?" was my articulate reply as I shook my head and looked at him.

"Mom asked you to set the table after you put your books away," he giggled.  "What were you thinking about?"

"Oh, nothing," I said, looking down at my math homework and realizing I hadn't solved one equation since I'd sat down at the kitchen table.

I started to clear my books and folders off the table as Harry came into the kitchen.  He gave me a worried glance, but I ignored him as I walked over to the sink to get plates out of the cabinet above it.  I avoided his gaze the entire time I set the table, and when I had to sit across from him, I kept my eyes on my empty plate.

All through supper, Chad kept talking about spending the weekend with Chris at Aunt Maude's house in Keokuk.  Harry and I were both silent as our little brother excitedly told the same two stories twice.  By the time I was finished with my food, he was about to go into the story about the day Chris took him fishing for the third time.

"Sweetie," said Mom.  "If you don't eat your food, we can't leave."

That got him to shut up, but I about choked when he literally started to shovel his food into his mouth with his fork.  My mom admonished him to slow down and taste the food, and my father chuckled under his breath.  Even I got a kick out of seeing Chad so excited.

"You boys know the rules, right?" asked my father, ending any merriment that I was feeling at that moment.

"Yes, Dad," I said, looking down at my, once again, empty plate.  "No one in the house. We can visit with friends as long as we tell each other where we're going and when we'll be home."

"Harold, I want you to listen to your brother while we're gone," said our mother.  "And William, don't boss your brother around all the time, either. I'm leaving you in charge, but that doesn't mean that you are his warden."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied.

"I expect to see all homework done when we get back on Sunday night," said my father, adding his two cents to the conversation.

"Yes, Sir," Harry and I said at the same time.  We shot each other momentary looks, but he quickly looked away.

"Now, I suggest that you boys go finish your homework," said my father.  "Chad, you need to go and get your stuff packed for the weekend."

Harry and I went back upstairs with Chad following right behind us.  He went into his bedroom, and we went into ours.  Harry and I sat on our beds, and I got my math book to finish my homework.  I don't know what Harry was doing, because I didn't look at him.  I was still both mad at him for saying what he'd said to me, and I was still worried that I'd been too obvious about the way I looked at Danny.

As I finished my math homework, I thought about how stupid I had to have looked to my mother to be sitting at the kitchen table for so long when I'd only had four equations left to solve.  This was getting serious.  I had to keep it together, or everyone would soon know my secret.  If Harry had already figured it out, then how long would it be before everyone else in the family started to see something?

"Boys," called my mother, breaking my train of thought.  "Come down here. We're about to leave."

Harry and I both rushed downstairs to say goodbye to our parents.  I was still upset about having my weekend ruined, but I understood that they had to go.  Instead of griping about it more, I stood with Harry on the front porch, waiving at my mother, father and little brother as they drove down the street.

"Billy . . ." said Harry, but he stopped.

"Save it, Harry," I said, turning to go back into the house.  "You can go to Clay's for a while if you want."

I went back inside and took the stairs two at a time, leaving Harry standing in the open front door.  I didn't really want him around for a while.  I had to think.  First, I had to decide if I believed that he really didn't mean anything by what he'd said.  If he really did know about me, then what was I going to do to make him keep my secret? Harry and I had always been pretty close, but that was no guarantee that he wouldn't blab to Mom and Dad about me if he got mad at me over something in the future.

Even with that fear in my head, it didn't take long for thoughts of Danny to come back to my head.  That boy was the ultimate fantasy on two legs.  Who wouldn't stare at him all of the damned time? I was surprised that more girls weren't throwing themselves at him than there were already.  As it was, I was a jealous freak all of the time.  Sure, I knew that I would never have him.  Danny was undeniably straight as the proverbial arrow.  Still, the thought of him with anyone else, especially a girl, was enough to drive me completely crazy.

He'd noticed a few times that something wasn't right.  It was always when he had a girlfriend.  He'd dated Kelly Moore for about three months a year ago, and I almost stopped being his friend completely during that time.  He'd begged me to forgive him for whatever it was that he had done, and I couldn't tell him what was really wrong.  It was a mess.

Right now, though, he didn't have a girlfriend.  I was going to have two whole days to spend with him all alone at the lake.  I would have been able to see his hot body in those painfully sexy speedos when we went swimming.  Hell, maybe I could have convinced him to go skinny dipping.  I doubted that, though.  There would have been no hiding the effect seeing him naked would invariably have on me if we were both nude.  Still, I would have loved seeing him naked without so many other naked boys around for once.  The only times I'd ever seen him naked were in the showers in school.

Danny and I had been friends since the second grade when his mom divorced his father and moved to Storyville.  They lived two blocks from us, and Danny and I had gone to the same elementary school and were even in the same second grade class.  Even then he was a cute little guy.  Sure, at that age, I didn't know the difference, but his and my parents were all very keen on photographs.  We'd become fast friends and became inseparable very quickly after becoming friends.  So naturally, there were many pictures of me in his mother's photo albums, and there were many pictures of him in our family photo album.

The only picture out of all of them that I didn't really like to look at was the picture of both of us with our dates for the Homecoming Dance in October.  He looked so amazing in a tux, and I would have probably stared at the picture forever if it hadn't been for Tara Barns hanging off his arm in all six of the pictures in the album.  Heather Chandler had been my date.  My parents have an eight by ten framed photograph of me and Heather from Homecoming on the wall in our living room.

My mother had hoped that me and Heather would really hit it off, but we were never more than close friends.  She was the only person in the entire world that knew about me, and that had happened by sheer accident.  Well, it had happened just the way that Harry had put it together, if he actually had.  She'd caught me mooning over Danny a time or two and called me on it one day.

I freaked out and nearly had a panic attack over it, but she was really cool with it.  She told me that her cousin, Steve, was gay and she loved him very much.  She said that my being gay was sad, because she really liked me, but she wouldn't hate me for it.  She promised to keep my secret, and she told me that she understood how I felt about Danny.  She just hoped that I didn't get my feelings hurt.

Heather had been the one I could talk to when Danny had a girlfriend.  I was always afraid that one day she'd get tired of me harping about Danny, but she never did.  She listened when I let it all out, and she even held me while I cried when I thought that he and Tara were getting really close.  She'd warned me about getting my hopes up again when he'd dumped Tara after a month.

When Harry came into the room and interrupted my thoughts, I was shocked to find that the sun had gone down completely.  He didn't say anything to me, though.  He just stripped down to his boxers and crawled into his bed.  I went to bed a little bit after he did, and even though my mind was still swimming with thoughts of Danny, I drifted off to sleep pretty quickly.

It started raining some time during the night, and by the time I woke up the next morning, it was really coming down.  I found Harry sprawled on the couch in the living room after my shower, and he informed me that the local television channel was flashing a storm warning every twenty minutes.  I wasn't all that interested in that.  My hunger was taking up all of my brain's ability to think.

I was half way through my bowl of Frosted Flakes, watching the rain hammer the kitchen windows when the phone rang.  I waited to see if Harry would answer the phone, but he seemed inclined to let it ring.  He never answered the main line, but he was always jumping to answer the phone in our room.  I put down my spoon and reached behind me to the phone on the wall.

"Campbell residence," I said.

"William, this is your father," said my father's voice.  I never understood why he always told me it was him when he called.  He had a voice that you could never mistake for someone else's.

"Hi, Dad," I said.  "How's Grandma?"

"Your grandmother is doing as well as can be expected," he said.  "I'm calling because of the storm."

"Its only raining here, Dad," I said, glancing out the window at the downpour.

"Well, the news is saying that it will be a thunderstorm before six tonight," he said.  "I want you and Harry to stay inside today. I don't want either of you outside for any reason."

"Sure, Dad," I said, rolling my eyes.  "We're both a little old for playing in the rain, anyway."

"I'm serious, William," he said in his irritated voice.  My father was even more protective of us than my mother was.  He constantly worried that we were going to do something stupid and hurt ourselves.  "This storm is supposed to be very bad. Now, I want you to and Harry to stay in the house. Tell your friends that they should stay home with their families if they want to come over. I don't want anyone in the house with you."

"Ok, Dad," I said.

When I got off the phone, I chuckled at how overprotective he was.  Sometimes it was a real pain, but most of the time, it was just funny.  I finished my cereal after the phone call, and I was going to tell Harry what Dad had said, but when I got into the living room I found him asleep.  The boy could sleep his life away.  If he wasn't outside, he was usually asleep somewhere in the house.

He was lying on the couch with his head resting on the arm.  His left hand was under behind his head, and I could see his armpit hair through the short sleeve of his shirt.  His dark hair was longer than mine, and it sort of fanned out around his head.  I thought about going back to the kitchen to get a glass of water to pour on him, but that was a bit too rude for even me.  Instead, I went back upstairs and left him where he was.

There was no more homework for me to finish.  I'd seen all of the movies in our collection, and there was a block on our computer that prevented us from doing anything really fun.  I thought about calling Danny, but he couldn't come over, because of the rain.  I ended up just lying on my bed.  I grabbed one of my Fangoria magazines off my night stand and flipped through the pages for a while.

Do you have any idea how boring it can be being stuck in your house for an entire weekend when your a fifteen year old boy? Well, let me tell you! I spent the better part of two hours that morning just folding the corners of the pages of each of my magazines that had articles that I someday planned to read.  However, I was just too bored at that time for reading.  I only stopped doing that when I smelled pizza.

'Harry must be awake,' I thought as I jumped out of bed, throwing the magazine I'd been browsing back on top of the pile on the floor and heading down the stairs.

"Still mad at me?" asked Harry as I came into the kitchen.  He was just taking a pizza out of the oven.

"I'm not mad at you, Harry," I said, sitting down at the table.

"Want some?" he asked as he picked up the pizza cutter.

"Sure," I shrugged.

We sat there, eating our pizza quietly for a while, and I could tell that he wanted to say something.  He kept his silence, and I embraced my own silence.  It wasn't like us, though.  As I stated before, Harry and I had always been pretty close.  We weren't best friends, but we always talked things out when there was a problem.  This time, though, things were a bit different.  I didn't exactly trust my litter brother anymore.

After we'd consumed the entire pizza, I cleaned everything up and loaded the dishwasher while Harry went back to the living room.  I was just pushing all the right buttons on the dishwasher after putting in the exact amount of detergent when the telephone began to ring again.  I was sure it was my mother calling to reiterate what my father had already told me.  Yeah, yeah, a storm was coming.  I heard it.  I answered anyway and was pleasantly surprised to hear Danny instead of my mother.

"Hey, Dork," he said cheerily.  "Check out the wet stuff."

"Drowned city," I agreed, looking out the window.

"Guess our weekend would have been a wash anyway," he said.  "Stop mentally bitching at your parents."

"Thanks for the advice," I replied, chuckling.  He knew me, ok?

"So what are you doing?" he asked.

"Being almost more bored than I've ever been in my life," I said honestly.  "You?"

"Same," he said.  "Eddie went off with his friends to some lodge or something, so I'm all alone."

"That sucks," I said, wishing I was over there with him instead of stuck in the house with Harry.

"Well, if it wasn't so damp out, I'd come over, and we could be bored together," he said.

"Yeah," I sighed.  "Perfect weekend weather, huh?"

"I'm appalled," he laughed.

"Dad called and said its supposed to get pretty bad," I told him.

"How's the grandmother?" he asked.

"Alive," I replied not knowing what else to say.

"Awesome," he laughed.  "So what are you and Harry going to do tonight? Are you going to hang him from his toes?"

"I thought about it," I laughed.  "But as always, the rain is making me lethargic."

"Yeah," he agreed.  "I'm thinking about just inspecting the couch and listening to the television while I stare at the backs of my lids for the rest of the day."

"Sounds like a great time," I said.

"Oh, a blast if I ever had one," he giggled.  "You didn't call last night after your people took off."

"Sorry about that," I said, remembering exactly why I hadn't called him.  "I got into a little spat with Harry about something."

"Cut the kid some slack, Dork," he said.  "His weekend is pissed, too."

"I guess," I sighed.

"Well," he yawned.  "Later."

"See ya," I replied before hanging up.

I went into the living room and fell into the recliner that my father usually sat in.  Harry was surfing through channels, finding nothing that he found interesting.  We were both quiet for a while, and I wondered if we should actually discuss what had happened yesterday.  I really needed to find out exactly what he knew and didn't know.  What he speculated about could be far worse than what he knew to be fact.

"Can we play a game or something?" Harry asked, breaking the silence between us.  "There's like nothing on television."

"What game do you want to play?" I asked, thinking that it would be a good way to pass time.  For once in my life, I was actually wishing it were a school day, so I'd have something to do.

"We could play Monopoly," he said.  "That takes a while."

"Sounds good," I said, getting up.  "You grab the game, and I'll get us some sodas."

"Can we have nachos?" he asked.

"We just ate!" I chuckled.  "Later."

"K," he said.

So for the next two and a half hours, we played Monopoly, trying desperately to bankrupt each other.  We laughed and teased each other, and everything was like it always was between us.  I even forgot about what he'd said the day before for a while.  There was no time for us to think of anything else but the game.  Campbell men are very competitive, and even a simple game of Monopoly was a serious deal for us.

It was almost five when he finally beat me.  We both stood up and stretched the kinks out of our bodies, and then he put the game away.  I noticed through the window that the sky had gotten very dark.  The rain was coming down hard as ever, but now and then I could see lightning in the sky.  It was distant, but the storm was really coming.

I turned on the television and turned it to The Weather Channel.  It took a little while, but they finally got to the storm that was headed toward Storyville.  The weather guy said that it was actually three storms coming in from different directions.  It was expected that the storms would merge, and it would be quite a storm.

Thunderstorms made Harry nervous.  Ordinarily, they meant nothing to me but bad weather.  This one, though, made me a little nervous.  If three different thunderstorms were headed for us at the same time, that could be a really bad storm when they met up and converged.  I didn't know if I should warn Harry about this or not.  I didn't want to have to sooth his fears before the event took place.

"Let's play cards," he said as he bounded down the stairs.  Apparently, he wasn't too worried about the storm so far.

"Alright," I agreed.  "This time we can even have those nachos."

"Cool!" he cried.  "Can we have chili with them?"

"Sure," I said.  "That'll just be our supper."

"Yeah," he said.  "Which card game do you want to play?"

"Well, there's only two of us, so Uno is out," I said.  "We could just play Rummy."

"Yeah," he agreed.  "It would be nice if Clay and Danny were here to play with us, though."

"Yeah," I mumbled.  He'd mentioned Danny, and that brought me back to thinking about what he'd said the day before.

I didn't say anything about it, though.  I just went into the kitchen to get the nachos ready.  He came in with a deck of cards and a pad of paper to keep score.  If he noticed that my mood had changed with the mention of Danny's name, he showed no sign of it.  He just sat down at the table and stared to deal the cards as I put the cheese and chili in the micro-wave.

Once the nachos were done, I made two plates and handed one to Harry before taking my seat at the other end of the table.  We played three hands of Rummy and ate most of our nachos before the power went out.  Harry got the candles, and I found two flashlights.  We lit the candles and went back to playing cards, but I could tell that Harry was already getting nervous.

"Going to be a bad storm," he said.

"We'll be fine," I told him.  "We're inside, and the windows are all closed."

"I know," he said.

We continued to play cards, but Harry neglected his nachos.  He was putting on a brave front, but I knew that he was getting jumpy.  The thunder started while he was dealing the fourth hand, and he stopped for a second to look at the ceiling above him.  I knew what he was thinking.  It was the same with every thunderstorm.

"Calm down," I said.  "Nothing's going to fall on the house."

"Can we sleep downstairs tonight?" he asked.

"You can sleep on the couch if you want," I told him.

"I don't want to sleep alone, Billy," he said.  "Can't you sleep down here, too?"

"Where do you expect me to sleep?" I asked.  "The recliner is not comfortable, and I'm not about to sleep on the floor."

"We used to sleep on the couch together when we were little," he said.

"I was five and you were four, Harry," I reminded him.  "Even then it was too small. We'd have to practically sleep on top of each other."

"What about the air mattresses?" he asked excitedly.

"They're in the garage," I said, bursting his bubble.  "Do you want to walk through the back yard to get them?"

"No," he said as his shoulders slumped.

We went back to playing cards in silence, but I could tell that he was still thinking.  I supposed that we could make pallets on the living room floor.  My back would hurt all day after sleeping on the floor, but I didn't want him to lay awake scared all night long, either.  If he was awake all night worrying about the storm, then I'd be awake all night trying to calm him down.

"We can both sleep on the floor in the living room," I said.  "We'll make pallets or something."

"We could use our sleeping bags," he said.

"Mine isn't here," I said slowly.  I'd forgotten all about that.  My sleeping bag was in Danny's garage.

"Then what are we going to use?" he asked.

"We'll think of something," I said as more thunder rumbled over our heads.

We played the rest of the card game as I thought about dragging all of the blankets down the stairs.  It wasn't something I was looking forward to.  He wouldn't help me, because I was sure he wouldn't want to go upstairs for any reason.  Lugging blankets and pillows down the stairs just didn't seem like fun to me.

"We could sleep in the guest bedroom," he said after a while.

"You want to sleep in the guest bedroom when it doesn't have anything but a roof over it, and you won't stay upstairs because of that very reason?" I asked incredulously.

"Well, upstairs, I'd be in my bed alone," he mumbled just above a whisper.

"If that's all you're worried about, then we can both sleep in our room tonight," I said.  Why hadn't he just come out and asked if he could sleep with me? It wasn't like we'd never shared a bed before.

"The bed down here is bigger," he said.

"Yes, and it has no bedding on it," I reminded him.  "That would still mean going upstairs and getting blankets, sheets and pillows."

"So, what do we do then?" he asked.  "You at one end of the bed and me at the other?"

"So I can smell those dogs of yours?" I laughed.  "Thank you. No."

"Well then we'll be like right next to each other," he said.

"We'd be right next to each other in a bigger bed or with you at one end of mine and me at the other," I pointed out.

"Yeah," he said.  "So I can sleep with you?"

"Yes," I said.  "All you had to do was ask, Harry. It isn't like we've never slept in the same bed before, you know."

"We were younger then," he said.

"Look," I sighed.  "If its going to freak you out, I'll just drag everything downstairs."

"No, its alright," he said.  "We can sleep in your bed."

We were quiet after that.  We played another game of Rummy, but by the time we were done, the candles were all but burned to their bases.  I wondered what time it was.  I couldn't have been later than nine, and although it was unthinkable to go to bed so early on a Saturday night, I figured that there was very little we could do by flashlight.  Besides, the batteries would be drained if we kept those on all night.

He must have had the same idea, and I think he was even tied, because he started to yawn as we put the cards away.  Without saying anything, I went around the room, blowing out the candles, picked up my flashlight and headed out of the room.  He followed me with his own flashlight a few minutes later.

We took turns in the bathroom, and then we both stripped down to our boxers.  I told him that I would sleep against the wall, because he got up so often in the night to use the bathroom.  Then we crawled into bed, and I covered us with the blanket.  The storm was raging outside, and the thunder was even louder.  Every other minute or so, the lightning would light up the room as it streaked the sky.

When we heard something crash outside, Harry nearly jumped out of bed.  I put my arm around him, and he wiggled his body back against mine.  It was nice to be able to calm him, but his moving around in the bed and rubbing against me was having a very bad effect on my crotch.  My dick was getting hard, and I tried to think of math problems to make it go down, but Harry wouldn't quit shivering.  My dick seemed to like that, and it became fully erect.  I was sure that he could feel it, but he didn't say anything.

"We're going to be all right," I said.  "Its just a storm, Harry."

"I know," he said, but his voice quivered.

"Why are you so scared of storms?" I asked.

"I don't know," he replied.  "I just always have been."

We were quiet again after that, and I must have drifted off to sleep.  The next thing I knew the sky was quiet.  Rain continued to fall, but it didn't sound like it was pouring anymore.  What had woke me up was the hand wrapped firmly around my erection.  My dick had come out the fly of my boxers, and Harry had his hand wrapped around it! I thought he was asleep at first, but then he started to stroke me.

I opened my eyes just enough to be able to see, and what I saw was that he was propped up on one elbow, watching his hand move on my dick.  I didn't know what to do at first.  I didn't know if I should let him know that I was awake or not.  If I did that, I was sure that would scare the shit out of him.  Then I started to think about what he'd said to me the day before.  Had he been serious when he said it? Was he trying to see if I would wake up and tell him to stop?

Well, I decided to see just how far he would go with this if I didn't wake up.  I made sure to keep my breathing regular, and I closed my eyes completely.  He continued to stroke my dick for a while, and then I got a cramp from the way my body was almost folded vertically against the wall, so I turned onto my side, trying to make it seem like I'd just rolled over in my sleep.

His hand left my dick, and I could feel him tensing up beside me.  Maybe he wasn't trying to wake me up.  I didn't trust that thought, though.  If he was trying to trap me, I wasn't going to walk right into it.  I made sure to keep my breathing normal, and sure enough, after a few minutes, he went back to softly stroking my dick.  He was doing it in a way that was pleasant, but it would never bring me to an orgasm.  It took a firm grip and more of a steady stroke to even make it feel good.

I wondered if he would continue if he never found out that I was awake.  Would he try to get me off? This was unreal, and my head was spinning.  Part of me believed that he really thought I was asleep, and he was trying to make sure I stayed that way so he could play with my dick without being caught.  Another part of me still thought it was a trap that he was waiting to spring on me.  Yet another part of me registered the fact that this was my younger brother with his hand around my dick.  Shouldn't I have felt disgusted or something? The truth was that I found it kind of hot that he was doing this to me.

When I felt the bed start to move again, I was sure that he was going to let go of me and turn back over on his other side.  When he didn't, I wondered what he was doing.  Then I started to feel his other hand sort of tapping my thigh, and I knew exactly what he was doing.  He was masturbating himself while he played with my dick! Harry wasn't trying to trap me, he was really playing with my dick.

I decided to just let him have his fun.  After all, if he actually got me off, we'd both have had a great time, right? I didn't want him to think I was mad at him for doing this, so I didn't let him know I was awake.  He got bolder after a while.  His grip tightened, and his strokes became more steady.  He'd let go of his own dick to jack mine, and I knew that if he kept it up, I'd cum.  Then how was I going to pretend to be asleep?

Then I was disappointed when he let go of my dick.  I thought he'd decided to just give up until I felt his hand touch my dick again.  This time, it was wet, though.  He'd licked his hand or something, and the sensation was awesome.  What happened next, nearly blew my mind completely! He let go of my dick again, and I could hear him spit into his hand before he wrapped it around my dick again.  Then, he let go again and fidgeted in the bed a little.  I had no idea what he was doing until he carefully turned over to his other side, exposing his naked ass to me.  I risked opening my eyes, and I was staring at the back of his head.

He reached over himself and grabbed my dick again as he slid his ass back toward me even further.  My mind reeled as I realized what he was trying to do.  My little brother was trying to get my dick in his ass! I couldn't believe it.  After the way he'd said that about me and Danny, I would have had no clue that he was gay! I'd never even suspected anything like it.  I knew that it was impossible to do it the way he was trying to do it.  I'd never done it before, but I just knew that this wasn't going to work.  I was going to have to let him know that I was awake, and I was going to have to help him out if this was going to work.

I just had to decide if I wanted it to work or not.  I mean, this was my little brother that I was thinking about fucking in the ass here.  Sure, I'd dreamed about doing this with Danny, but this wasn't Danny.  Did I really want to have sex with my little brother? My dick was throbbing in his hand, and I was already starting to leak precum.  I let my balls think for me.

"Wait, Harry," I said, wrapping my arm around his waist.

"Oh shit!" he said, tensing up again.

"Calm down," I breathed as I moved closer to his body.  I kissed the back of his head.  "In my drawer, there's a bottle of lotion. Get it."

"You mean . . ."

"Shut up and get the lotion, Harry, before I change my mind," I said quickly.

He quickly opened the drawer and fumbled inside it for the lotion while I shucked my boxers.  If he was naked, then I was going to be naked.  Now, I ashamed to admit that at fifteen, I knew absolutely nothing about having sex.  I'd fantasized about it since the day I learned that if I touched my dick enough it would feel amazing, but that didn't give me any experience with another body.

"How do you want me?" asked Harry as I smeared lotion on my dick.  "Stomach or back?"

"Stomach," I said, wondering just how Harry knew to ask which position I wanted him in.

"Cool," he said, flashing me a smile.

He got on the bed and shoved his ass up in the air.  I climbed between his legs and pointed my slippery dick at his hole.  As I looked down at his pick ass hole, I again thought hard about what I was about to do.  I was about to fuck my little brother.  I knew that it was wrong, and I knew that everyone would hate us if they found out.  I also knew that I was too far gone to care about all of that.  As soon as I felt the head of my dick touch his puckered hole, all thoughts about how wrong it was and what people would think were obliterated.

"Go slow," he said, but at the same time, he pushed his ass back against my dick as if he wanted it in him right then and there.

I put my hands on his hips and applied a gentle pressure, pressing my dick against his tight hot hole.  I felt his ass give, and  the head of my dick popped inside.  He let out a moan, and I stopped dead in place.  I listened to his breathing, and I waited for him to tell me to take it out.  He didn't say that, though.  He just smiled at me over his shoulder.

I pushed a little further into him.  My dick was in Heaven inside his silky hole.  It clamped down on me and I swear I thought I would cum right then and there, but some how I didn't.  I watched as inch after incredible inch of my dick disappeared into his tight ass.  When my pubic hair was mashed against the crack of his ass, I sighed and marveled at the feeling of being inside of him.  We'd always been pretty close, but at that moment, I felt closer to him than I'd ever felt to another living thing on Earth.  All thoughts of Danny and every other fantasy I'd ever had were gone in that instant.

All I could think of was how awesome his ass felt stretched around my dick.  To be inside of him this way was incredible.  I couldn't believe we were doing this, but I never wanted it to end.  As I slid my dick in and out of his sexy ass, it took every bit of my willpower to keep from slamming my dick in and out of his ass.

"Oh God," I breathed as I slowly pulled back until just the head of my dick was in his ass.  He whimpered in reply as I slid it back inside of him just as slowly until my pubic hair was mashed against his crack again.

"Fuck me, Billy," he breathed.

"I don't want to hurt you," I panted.

"You're bigger than Clay," he said, shocking me.  "I can handle it, though. Just fuck me, Billy. Fuck me hard."

I slammed into him then, and he grunted and pushed his ass back on my dick, impaling himself.  I couldn't believe how phenomenal it felt to fuck his tight little ass.  I must have been doing something right, because he was bucking his ass and slamming his hips back against me as I plunged into him over and over again.

He gasped, and then his ass started to convulse.  When he cried out that he was cumming, I fell my balls snap up to my body, and my I could feel my dick expand inside of him.  Then I was pumping my own load of cum into his steaming ass, slamming into him with every explosion from the head of my dick.

Spent, I fell on top of him, and we rolled to our sides.  My dick slipped out of his ass, and I wrapped my arms around my little brother, kissing his neck.  We settled down and fell asleep in each other's arms after that.  I guess life doesn't suck so much after all.