Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2002 15:34:34 +0100
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: Family Album - chapter 8

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location,
are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit
descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any
actual events.

Gymnopedies   April 2002
gym@softhome.net


Family Album - Chapter 8
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Jack's left arm was completely numb. He tried to move it, but couldn't,
something heavy lay across it. He was in that slightly disorientated state
between sleep and full wakefulness and it took him a few seconds to work
out that the soft, naked body pressed up against his own belonged to his
eleven year old brother. The two of them had slept together, cuddled up
close, in Jack's single bed.

With his right hand, the only one he could move, the sixteen year old
gently stroked the soft skin of his brother's arm. "Alex, time to wake up,"
he said, softly.

Alex stirred and muttered something inaudible, but showed no sign of
waking.

Jack allowed his hand to venture a little further, caressing the boy's
chest. It felt so good, being able to touch his brother like this. His hard
cock twitched and he was shocked to realise that his erection was pressed
up between Alex's butt cheeks. He had read stories of boys fucking each
other and had often wondered what it would be like to try it. He tried to
imagine that his dick was actually right up inside his brother's ass, not
just wedged between his cheeks. This image caused him to feel a sudden stab
of guilt that he was even thinking something like that and he quickly
dismissed the idea. Unfortunately, it was not so easy to dismiss the effect
this momentary fantasy had on his erection, which was now harder than
ever. Almost automatically his hand drifted down his brother's body, across
the velvety skin of the youngster's stomach until the tips of his fingers
brushed against a hard, unyielding preteen morning-stiffie. As his fingers
wrapped around the shaft of Alex's dick, the boy gave a little wriggle and
let out a soft sigh.

"Feel good?" Jack whispered in his brother's ear.

"Uh-huh."

Slowly, Jack continued to stroke Alex's small but perfect cock. The
teenager was in heaven; this was the perfect way to start the day. In fact,
he could happily spend all day like this.

Alex though had other ideas. "Jack, I gotta go pee."

"No you don't," Jack replied, from within a contented haze. "You're just
gettin' ready to shoot. Just let it come."

"No, I really need to pee," Alex insisted. "Besides, I don't shoot yet,
remember?"

"You'd better go then," said Jack, reluctantly letting go of Alex's
joystick. "I suppose it's time we were getting up anyway," he grumbled.

As Alex rolled out of the bed and hurried to the door, Jack experimentally
moved his left arm, grimacing at the pain of returning circulation. He
flexed it a few times then decided to try and ignore the discomfort and
concentrate on more pressing matters. The fingers of his fully mobile right
hand wrapped tightly around his own hardness causing him to let out a
contented groan. As he slowly stroked up and down his excited shaft he
remembered how good Alex's erection had felt between his fingers. He knew
it wouldn't take long to bring himself off and he debated whether to go
ahead or wait until his younger brother returned; maybe Alex could be
persuaded to lend a hand. This thought caused his dick to throb and he
quickly released it before he passed the point of no return. He'd wait for
Alex, he decided, with a grin.

Suddenly there was a shriek from somewhere outside the room. Jack was on
his feet in an instant, all thoughts of morning masturbation
forgotten. Ignoring his own nudity and his bobbing erection, he charged out
of the bedroom and onto the landing. There was no one in sight. Then the
unmistakable sound of Alex's giggling came from the bathroom, followed
immediately by an angry outburst from Chris.

"Get out of here you little pervert."

Relieved that no one was being murdered, but with his heart still beating
twenty to the dozen, Jack went quickly into the bathroom. "What's going on?
You scared me half to death."

Chris was standing in the bath, naked but for a facecloth clutched tightly
over his privates. He'd obviously been about to take a shower when he had
been disturbed by Alex bursting in to use the toilet. Alex was just
standing there, laughing, totally unphased by the fourteen year old's angry
outburst, his own small cock was as stiff as ever.

Rushing in on this scene, Jack became suddenly aware that he also was naked
and hard. A sudden thrill went through him; Chris was looking at his
erection.

For a moment, Chris didn't speak, his eyes glued to Jack's stiff tool. Then
he let out a groan and looked away, blushing. "I'm living in a house full
of perverts. Why is everyone walking around in the nude?"

"I didn't know you were in here," said Alex defensively. "You should have
locked the door. I need to pee." He turned his attention to the toilet and
ignoring his audience, he began taking care of business.

"I don't believe this," said Chris as he watched his younger brother
relieve himself. "Just get it done with and get out of here. You too." This
last part was directed at Jack.

Jack had been busy burning the scene into his mind. It had been years since
he had last seen Chris wearing as little as this. The older teen would have
loved to have seen what was concealed behind that face cloth, but even with
the best bits still covered up, Jack thought his brother was
beautiful. Chris' body was even more perfectly proportioned than Jack had
imagined, with his slim but muscular chest, tight stomach and strong
legs. The sixteen year old vowed to himself that whatever it took, whatever
he had to do, one day he would get his hands on that body.

"Come on, guys," Chris' anger had turned to pleading. "I want to take my
shower. Give me a little privacy, won't ya?"

"Yeah, sorry," Jack apologised. "C'mon, Alex. Be quick and finish."

"Nearly done." Alex took his time shaking off the last drops, flushed the
toilet and giving Chris a wide, cheeky grin he sauntered out.

With a final quick glance at Chris' sexy body, Jack followed Alex.

Out on the landing, Alex was still grinning. "I saw Chris' dick," he said,
excitedly. "Just for a second before he covered it up."

"You did?" Jack was instantly envious.

"Yeah. It wasn't as big as yours though, and he doesn't have as much hair
as you."

"Well, I'm older than he is," Jack explained. "But best not to mention
anything about it in front of Chris, you know how shy he is about anything
like that. And you'd better not tell anyone how we slept in the same bed
last night."

"Not even Jamie?"

"No, not even Jamie."

Alex looked disappointed. "I guess I won't if you don't want me to, but
Jamie would be so jealous if he found out."

"Why would Jamie be jealous?"

"'Cos he thinks you're really cool. Especially after you let us watch you
play with yourself and shoot your stuff that time." Alex suddenly looked
guilty. "I shouldn't have told you that. He made me promise not to say
anything to you."

"Don't worry, I won't let on that I know," Jack reassured his brother. This
news had come as a very pleasant surprise. Jack thought back to the photo
session the previous evening and how he had managed to get a feel of
Jamie's preteen equipment. He also remembered how quickly Jamie had become
hard under his fingers. These thought's were not doing anything to relieve
the problem of his own still aroused tool. "You'd better go put some shorts
or something on until Chris has finished in the bathroom, then you can go
back in and get yourself cleaned up ready for school."

"Aw, you mean I still have to go to school even though mom's not here?"

"You sure do. If we don't show her that we can behave properly she won't
let us stay on our own again."

"I suppose," said Alex. "Next time mom and dad do leave us alone, can I
sleep in your bed again?"

"We'll see," said Jack. "Now go and get those shorts on before Chris comes
out. He might throw another fit if he catches you still naked." He gave the
boy a playful slap across his ass cheeks to help him on his way.

"Alright, I'm going. At least my thing is not still all hard," Alex called
over his shoulder as he went into his own room.

Sheepishly, Jack glanced down at his crotch and decided that he too had
better cover himself up. Though it did excite him to know that Chris had
had a really good look at his erection. He would dearly love to know what
thoughts had been going through the boy's head as he stared at his brothers
hard cock. However, before the teen had chance to go in search of a pair of
shorts, the telephone began to ring.

At first, Jack was tempted to ignore the ringing until he had put something
on, but decided he had better answer it, just in case it was something
important. The only upstairs extension was in his mom and dad's bedroom, so
that's where he went.

It felt a bit strange going into his parent's room, totally naked, with his
stiff cock bobbing in front of him. Carefully he sat down on the edge of
the bed and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Jack? It's Mom."

"Oh, hi Mom. Did you have a nice time last night?"

"Not especially, that's why I'm ringing. Margaret's husband, Eric, was
rushed to hospital last night. He's had a severe heart attack."

"Oh? Is he ok?" Jack asked more out of politeness than any real
concern. Margaret and Eric were the friends that his mom and dad had been
invited to stay with after their anniversary meal. It was a good three
hours drive to their home, which was one of the reasons Jack's parents had
decided to spend the night there. Margaret was an old friend of his
mother's; the two of them had grown up together. Jack had met her on a
couple of occasions, but had never met her husband Eric at all. It was
difficult to feel any sort of concern for someone you didn't know.

"It's not looking so good at the moment. As you can imagine, Margaret is in
a terrible state so your father and I have agreed to stay with her for a
couple of days to take care of things and take her backwards and forwards
to the hospital. Her sister can't get here until Saturday or Sunday, so
we'll be staying until then.

"Don't worry, Mom, you stay as long as you need to. We'll be ok here, I can
take care of things." Jack was both excited and scared at the same time as
he thought about the freedom of having no grown-ups around but worried
about the extra responsibilities he would have.

"Oh no you won't, young man." His mom's voice took on her usual
'no-nonsense' tone. "Staying on your own overnight is one thing, but
managing for a few days is quite another. I shudder to think what sort of
mess things would be in by the time we got back. Your father agrees with
me; you need some responsible adult there to take charge of things."

Jack's heart sank at this news. He waited expectantly, fearing the
worst. Who did his mother have in mind. Please don't let it be old
Mrs. Merchant from down the road, with her permanent smell of mothballs and
her blue-rinse hair. She used to baby-sit the boys on a regular basis and
Jack had never forgiven her for the time she insisted on helping him bathe;
he had been ten at the time and not even his mother had seen him naked for
ages. He'd protested, of course, but she had grabbed him by the ear, hauled
him off to the bathroom and stood over him while he tearfully removed his
clothes and got into the bath, then she had stood and supervised while he
washed himself. He decided there and then that if it was her his mother had
in mind there would be no repeat of that incident. Obviously she wouldn't
be trying anything like that with him now anyway, but he was damned sure he
wasn't going to let her do it to Alex.

"I was going to ask Mrs. Merchant if she would move in with you for a
couple of days. I know you boys all get on so well her. But she's been
having such a lot of trouble with her hip recently and I don't want to
impose on her. So I gave your Uncle Andrew a ring and he's agreed to come
over and stay with you."

"Hey, that's great." Jack spirits lifted. It wasn't quite as good as being
on their own, but if they had to have someone stay with them he couldn't
think of anyone better than Andy. 'Uncle Andrew' was their mother's younger
brother; much younger in fact, he was only in his early twenties. Jack's
mother had told frequent stories about how irresponsible her brother was
and the boy was surprised to hear that she trusted him with taking care of
her three precious children. Jack guessed it was more a case of desperation
than choice on her part.

"I'm glad you approve," his mother continued, in an icy tone that more than
confirmed Jack's suspicions about her lack of choice in the matter. "He
should arrive sometime this evening, so make sure you all come straight
home from school so that you're there to meet him." She then went on to
give lengthy and detailed instructions about how they were to do as they
were told and not give Uncle Andrew any trouble. It was the usual stuff
that Jack had heard many, many times before and he mentally switched off,
waiting for her to finish. Having Andy around was going to be cool, he was
only six years older than Jack and had always been much more like a big
brother than an uncle. Things might actually turn out pretty good.

Eventually his mother wound down and after Jack had promised several times
to follow her instructions to the letter, she rang off, saying she would
ring each day to check everything was alright. Jack put down the phone and
went to break the news to his brothers, stopping along the way to put on a
pair of shorts; it wouldn't do to give Chris too many shocks on one day.


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