Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2020 20:29:04 +0200 From: Ryan White Subject: Jack and Lucas Chapter 2 HOLA PEEPS!! Chapter 2 of my little story and I really hope you guys enjoy. As always, my email is liciousryan@gmail.com if y'all wanna that or send feedback ;) Stay safe, Ryan JACK AND LUCAS CHAPTER TWO "I TOLD YOU!! Y'ALL DIDN'T WANNA LISTEN LAST NIGHT! JUST COME LOOK AT THIS!!" Sleepy and groggily I opened my eyes only to feel a sheer weight on top of me, that was none other than my kid brother Lucas. He was nearly twice my size and by the feels of it, twice my body weight as well. He was still sound asleep, never mind the commotion that was going on inside the house, and all I could register in my still fogged up mind, was that our brother Van, was going overboard making his voice heard yet again. Over what, I really didn't know, and to be quite honest, I really didn't care ether. "Is it morning yet?" came the angelic voice of a very, very sleepy fifteen year old teenager as he wiped his eyes and he blinked once or twice at his surroundings. "Why are we on the floor?" Lucas asked curiously as he looked around and his eyes finally landed on his bed, which was still made and quite clear that it had not been slept in. "Buddy, sshhh, calm down, relax. I think...wow, I think we fell asleep here last night. Remember? I came in when I heard you crying? Dad's death yesterday?" Lukas blushed and his fifteen year old pride must have taken a beating to have been broken down when he was before his eldest brother. He sat upwards, but made no effort to actually remove himself from my person. It was then that I remembered with a horror also to my face that it was morning, and that my dick was doing what dicks did in mornings...they were hard, and for no reason whatsoever... That and the fact that I didn't have sex last night as my husband Craig was still at home and I thought it much better that he didn't attend my homophobic father's funeral, I had the small problem that my cock was pressing right into Lukas's side. You wanna tell me he didn't feel it? Get real...I fondly remember my father making jokes when we were little boys, that me and my brother Van had fully inherited the Holt family big cock genes, however since Lucas was still only a toddler at the time, I couldn't say the same for him. If Lucas felt my hard dick pressing against his love handles, he didn't say anything, and he made absolutely no effort to get up. Instead, he looked at me with tired eyes and it seemed so much like he wanted to do nothing more than to lie right back down onto my chest, when in burst a furious, and a completely out of control, Van. "Come and see this with your own damn eyes! Jack and Lukey spent all night together, Jack probably even convinced Lukey to fuck him up in the ass! You fucking faggot!" Lucas was up and stood tall in front of his middle brother quicker than you could say "idiot". He pushed Van away from him, so hard that Van fell head first against the bedroom door. "He did nothing! I was crying over Dad and he came in and sat with me! Nothing happened, you sick freak! We're brothers! Did YOU ever ask me how I had felt with Dad dying? Where were YOU when I needed you yesterday, Van? Guess what? Jack was there. He was. Not you!" Van scowled and refused to look me in the eye. He stood up and held Lukas by his shoulders. "Lukey...come on man, we have always been close. Closer than any other two bro's...why are you all of a sudden choosing his side? I just want what's best for you, lil bro..." "Then stop saying weird and awful stuff about Jack! I know he's gay! I don't care!" Angry as I was towards Van for yet again, making me look bad in front of my entire family, my heart was warmed up in a second, with what Lucas had just said. He stared down at Van as if he could beat him to a pulp, and I had no doubt in my mind that he could. Even at fifteen, he was bigger and more muscled than myself and Van. I was so proud of him, god knows...as he laid in my arms when he was only three days old, I knew me and him had a special connection from day one. I just didn't know it would one day leas to this. ** "You're making a big mistake, Lukey. You're a good lookin kid, more than usual boys are. You really saying that he wouldn't try something? All gays are the fucking same!" Van shouted, desperate seemingly not to lose this case. "VAN! ENOUGH!" I have not seen my mother angry for eight long years since I had been banned from ever setting foot on this farm ever again, but when I did just then, all those childhood memories came back. I remembered when one time, me and Van were playing with the horses in the stables after she had specifically told us not to. Natasha went blabbing to mom and we had gotten a hiding that we would never forget that day. "Get your ass down to the workers and make sure they do a decent day's Labour! I'm not telling you again!" she shouted with lightening flashing in her eyes. Van looked at me, then at Lukas, and finally over to Natasha. Realizing that he was not going to receive help or support from any of the available regions, he grabbed his hat and stormed off. All that we could hear was the slamming shut of the kitchen door. "Breakfast anyone?" my mother asked nonchalant, as if nothing had happened, as she left Lukas's bedroom. "You okay, Lukey?" Tash asked our kid brother who was sitting in his bed with his head in his hands. "I have to be, don't I? Fucking hate Van!" he sneered and stood up, taking off his shirt. This was the first time since he was a mere seven that I had seen Lukas without a shirt on...and I hated myself. Shamelessly, I traced his washboard fifteen year old abs with my greedy eyes, desperate for any kind of touch, any kind of smell...any kind of feel of those beautiful pecs he had possessed... Jack! This is your fucking kid brother! Have some dignity, my god! There you go and do the exact same thing that Van had accused you of! Part of me wondered if Lucas had this kind of effect on me, simply because what Van had implied...could that be it? Was I so upset over Van's accusations that I had subconsciously began to find my kid brother attractive? Van was right about one thing though. Lucas was incredibly beautiful. Handsome even, if you could call a fifteen year old boy that. His black hair mattered over his forehead, his powerful arms and chest heaving as he turned on his ensuite shower...his back muscles spread across his spine and lower half ...jesus what the fuck was I doing? I had this incredible need to talk to Craig then, and really, really badly at that. Now. Right now. I'm gonna phone him and order him to get his ass here immediately. Everything will be okay...Suddenly, I really felt like I needed my husband close. ** "But you said..." "...I know what I said, baby, but things were are really getting hard for me (literally) here and I could really do with my husband here to support me." "Jack, you know I can't put in leave on thus short notice. I can be there at the weekend. That's all I can give you." I gritted my teeth. I really didn't know what the fuck was wrong with me. The last thing I had expected was to come here for the first time in eight years and discover that my little seven year old brother that I was forced to leave behind, was now a teenage super hunk. And more...that I thought he was the sexiest kid I have ever seen in my life! Man, I had to get outta here. But I couldn't, at least until after Dad's funeral. I suppose I could stay in a hotel to get away from Lucas, but Mom would never allow that, not when I had a free home here. Damn... "You sound weird, baby. Are you sure everything is okay? Your brother still working on your nerves?" I sighed. That too, and the fact that he had planted an sick incestuous idea in my head that I wanted to bonk my little brother. Honest to god, I hoped it was just that. "It's fine. Van is being a dick, but I can handle him. Just get here earlier, if you can. I really need you..." I whispered the final few words as I saw Lukas heading out to the farm's swimming pool. In a reality, it was just a big ole pit of water about that's where we had grown up. We never looked down on things here. Once again, he was shirtless. My god...he looked more like a college man than a fifteen year old kid. My dick stiffened more and more by the second. And the more I had seemed to take in his beautiful, energetic persona, the more it gotten hard...and hard...and hard... Until I had a full blown hardon inside my shorts. It was so warm outside, there was no way I could wear jeans...it was shorts or nothing, and as you know, shorts showed off EVERYTHING. "You okay?" I bumped my knee into the dressing table because of sheer fright, as I heard Natasha come into my bedroom. Heaven help me...she can't see me with a hard cock especially when I've been checking out our little bro... "Yeah, I'm fine. Just worrying how Lucas is taking everything that Van is saying about me," I changed the topic of conversation to allow my dick to go down. "Lukey knows better than to believe all that crap. Why don't you come out with me? We're all gonna spend the morning swimming and then this afternoon, Lukey is having some friends over from school." Oh, the joys. More and more fifteen year olds for me to get hard over. I was sick...and nuts to boot. "Well nothing beats that farmers dam! Lemme get my shit, and then I'll join you guys," I said before Natasha gave me a kiss. "It's good to have you home, big brother," she whispered knowingly, and left the room. ** I'm telling you...the sight of Lucas's bare chest, his powerful arms and biceps, complete with his lanky torso, and I could understand why he was reckoned as a top, top athlete. He was insanely strong, but also he wasn't arrogant about it or even bragging as such. Just a good ole everyday kid, who happened to be sexy as hell, and built to perfection. I came out of the house with glasses of Coke and ice for everyone and he was out of the pool, in fact, he was laying on the grass with his towel folded up to support his neck, and his stunningly perfect body was seemingly smiling at me. It looked even better up close. God help me, but I was a gay man. When I see a naked torso, I am gonna get hard. It clearly didn't matter if it was my kid brother's or not. As I sat down next to him, we could see Van still organising stuff in the fields and yelling at the workers at breakneck speed. I would have hated it to work for him, he had absolutely no respect for his employees. "Jacky, can I ask you a question?" Lucas calling me the very same nickname that he did when he was a toddler, almost made me spit out my Coke. It was so endearing...lord knows it was already hot as heck outside, but this...it was magical hearing him call me that. "Yeah, sure. I'm all ears," I replied but I was never ready for what was coming. "What's it like to be gay?" I froze. My blood turned icy cold. Why...why would he wanna know this? Why was he asking me this? And why was he asking me and not someone else ...well, you know what I mean. "Uhm...Lucas, I...I don't know if I can tell you anything about this, you see what crap Van is already spreading about me, and if we talk about this, isn't that gonna be like exactly what he said I'd do?" I asked, carefully 0choosing my words. All of that made literally zero impact on my kid brother. "Fuck Van. I just...how can you wanna be with a dude, when there are so many hot girls around? See, that's what I don't get. I don't have a problem with it, if you wanna suck dick instead of eat pussy..." "...Luke! Fuck sake!" "...all I'm saying is, each to his own. But seriously though, so you see my point, don't you? There's a hot babe standing over there and she's like topless and everything and you just...you really don't feel anything? Am I right?" As much as I wanted to answer his questions, I didn't know how far to push my luck. I could tell him something in private, and he could let it slip out in conversation with either Mom or Tash, or even worse, Van! I swallowed, and turned towards him. I could have sworn his bulge was a little bigger than it was before I had sit down next to him. "Lukey, well, in your case, I suppose you see a hot girl and you...well I mean..." "...you mean I get a boner?" Jesus. "Not quite the word I'd use, but yeah, you get me. Now, I see a dude, and I like his stomach muscles, I think he has nice arms, facially he's very attractive and even more so if he can make me laugh and tell a few decent jokes. It's just the way I'm wired, I didn't choose it. I bet Dad used to say that it was a choice, didn't he?" Lucas looked down at the grass, and he picked up a lady bug that had been travelling across the green sprites...and gently placed it on the palm of his hand. "Dad never spoke much about you. When I got my brains and realised I had a older bro who didn't live here anymore, of course I asked why not, and why he never visits. Mom always used to shut me down, when I did. Dad shouldn't have done that, chase you away. Like you said, you can't help being gay." His voice was so soft and the mere gentle way he was handling that precious, fragile creature on the palm of his hand, made me admire and love him even more. His eyes...he might have had the body of a twenty year old, but his eyes, those were child's eyes. Those beautiful blue sapphires that I had had looked up at his big brother all those years ago, when I had vowed to always love and always protect him no matter what. He didn't notice my eyes appreciating his fine youthful skin...his unblemished face, his beautiful white teeth as he smiled and laughed at the lady bug's antics. How the hairs on his arms and legs were full on and strong. He was...so...so...fucking hell, STOP THIS, JACK! "I'm going for a drive, Lukey. Tell Mom I'll be back for dinner, yeah?" I said as quick as possible, getting up before he could and grabbing my towel all in one smooth motion. "But...wait! Can I come with you?" I heard him scream after me, but I didn't care. I couldn't face what was happening a second longer. I had to get away from here and from him. If it was only for his sanity and for mine. I couldn't, I wouldn't do this to him. I got into my car, and although I could see him running towards me, shouting out god knows what, I pretended not to see him, and drove off as quick ad I could. I have read Nifty stories in the Incest section before over years several years, but nothing prepared me for feeling this way. I was married. Craig, poor Craig didn't deserve this for jack shit. The mere idea what I wanted to have...sigh...sexual contact or relations with my own blood brother, was not something I was prepared to tolerate. This had to stop. Now. ** When I finally returned home from spending all sheer afternoon driving out almost every drop of petrol I still had in my car, I saw that all the lights were on and that there was pandemonium around the swimming pool. Of course...Natasha has said something about Lucas inviting some friends over. I had completely forgot about that. The last fucking thing I was ready for now, was a bunch of spotty high school jocks. I parked my car under the gazebo and listened with an amused look on my face how the kids had fun inside the pool and in the nearby dam. I wondered if Lucas was busy enjoying himself...I certainly hoped so. Back inside, Mom and Tash was busy making hot dogs for all the hungry teenagers, and I slyly grabbed one from underneath Mom's grasp, as she lovingly returned the gesture by throwing a dish cloth at me. I walked inside the living-room and switched on the TV, but there was nothing on really that interested me, and I wasn't in the mood to go and sit all alone in my bedroom, and do what...reading? Get lost. I finished my hot dog and re-entered the kitchen looking if I could snatch another, when Lucas ran inside, and oh my god...he was wearing nothing except his underwear. "Lucas! Are you insane, there are young girls out there!" Natasha shrieked as Mom covered her eyes in what I knew was humiliation. I also knew that she would have surely said something, if not have given Lucas a strict hiding if there weren't loads of guests here right then. Lucas smiled at Tash and he downed some Coke straight out of the bottle. He would have NEVER dared to do that if Dad was still alive. Typical teenager, I had to smile, and I tried my very best not to get aroused at my semi naked little brother. Fucking hell...there was already a little cluster of hairs forming all the way from his belly button to his pubic area. This boy was sex on legs! Was he still a virgin? I wouldn't think so! Jack...what are you doing. You're meant to be distancing yourself from him! Fuck sake. "Hey Jacky...Why didn't you answer me earlier? I really wanted to talk more about ...you know what," Lucas said, his words slurring just a tad, just at the exact moment that Van entered the kitchen, complete with a fire poker in his hand. "Barbeque is up and running, Lukey. You can tell your friends they can come and chill at the fire if they get cold," he said, before patting Lucas on his shoulder. Being severely younger than all of us, me, Van and Natasha all had, at some or other time vowed to take care and protect Lucas, he was our baby brother. And I could see Van loved him. He had his good qualities. If only he wasn't such a dickhead all the time. "Better get dressed, Lukey, big bro over there has his eyes all over your body," Van smirked and got a punch in his gut from Tash. "Geez, can't anyone in this house take a simple joke anymore?" he laughed before he took the meats and the sandwiches that Mom had prepares and marinated over to the grill. "Lukey, can we talk? Alone?" Both mom and Tash gave me funny looks, and so did Lucas. Nevertheless he nodded and followed me to my bedroom. I purposely didn't close the door. I didn't want any, but anyone thinking what Van was saying was real. I knew his game. He thought if he planted seeds in people's heads enough times, they'd even start to believe it. I wasn't gonna have him defeat me. Not him. Not Van. "Look, Lucas, I can just go and stay at a hotel or something. I'm really getting fed up with Van and what's worse, he's not gonna stop. He's sick! Lukey, I'll never, ever...touch you, or do anything remotely to upset you. You gotta believe me, bro." Lucas smiled...and then that smiled turned into a massive grin...and I watched in sheer confusion as that massive grin eventually turned into solid giggling laughter. He was actually holding his stomach as he tried his best to stop the giggles but even then, he would look at me, and then they would repeat all over again.. "I really don't see what's so funny, what Van is saying is really disrespectful..." I started to say but then I felt Lucas's arm around my shoulder. "Who cares what he says! I'm never gonna believe him! You're like, married and old..." "...watch it!" "...I mean older than I am. So how are you gonna perv on me? Relax bro. Even though those girls out there all say I'm the sexiest boy in school," he said full of self-confidence that was so unlike him. It was then, that I saw his stance was uneven, he was slightly off his feet and his breath was stinking of...no... "Lukey...oh my god, are you guys DRINKING out there?" I asked as I started to smell it from where I was standing. It wasn't normal beer or cider either, I'd recognise that smell from a mile away, it was fucking vodka! He smiled and leaned in closer to me. "You're not gonna tell Mom are you? Come on, Jacky...don't be such a square! I'll do anything. Okay? I'll...I'll even kiss you!" "LUKEY! YOU'RE DRUNK! GET AWAY FROM..." Too late. His lips were on mine. It was...god help me, it should have made me throw up inside my throat but ...it was so good. My little kid bro, who I had watch grow up from a mere baby...was giving me a tongue lashing like I would never have again. Not even Craig had ever kissed me with a sheer velocity such as this. He released me...and looked deep into my eyes. His own eyes were not focusing properly, as you might have expected, but he was very aware of what he had just done. "Don't hate me...please don't hate me..." he whispered, before running off like the devil was after him. I touched my lips where his were a mere ten seconds ago. Why would I ever hate him? He was drunk, he wouldn't have done this if he was sober. But the look, the horror, the sheer damnation in his features as he realized that he had kissed his oldest brother...and not a fucking peck on the cheek, either...that had to mean something! I could hear his voice at full blast outside. He had rejoined the party. I laid back on my bed, my fingers still circling my lips where he had kissed me. And Lord help me, I knew I was going to have dreams about only one man that night. And it wasn't going to be about my husband. ** THANKS FOR READING!! Any feedback will be so welcome. And please stay safe! liciousryan@gmail.com