Date: Mon, 18 May 2015 21:18:47 +0000 (UTC) From: Jon D Subject: Lester Creek - 3 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination and not real life. So, no real boys were involved. This story is primarily about two step-brothers and their love for one another, so if the idea of sexual activity between teen brothers bothers you, then look for another story. If this kind of material offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then please stop reading Nifty and go find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Oh, and please support Nifty with your financial gifts, it's a great site. Lester Creek - 3 DONNY "Fucking amazing!" I thought as I crawled back into bed after wiping the cum off my dick. My little brother scooted closer and curled up next to me. Quinn had just given me a fantastic hand job. Right at the end I'd taken over and jacked myself to a great shuddering climax. It wasn't that Quinn wasn't doing it right, his hand felt awesome, but when you get close to squirting a guy knows what he likes and just feels he needs to take over. It was nice lying there with my brother enjoying the good feelings of both of us having just popped one off. But then I started to worry that maybe Quinn's mom might look in on us and we'd be in big trouble. "You better go back to your own bed." I'm sure Quinn could hear in my voice that I wasn't trying very hard to convince him. "Your mom might check on us." "I want to stay here. Besides, she's your mom, too." Quinn reminded me. I'd been trying pretty hard not to think of my dad's new wife as my new mom. "Still, if she finds us in the same bed there'll be shit to pay." I mumbled. Quinn thought about it. "I guess you're right." Reluctantly he crawled over me and made his way up to his own bed. Once there, he looked over the edge and when our eyes met he whispered goodnight. "Night, bro," I whispered back. I rolled over and was soon asleep. * * * * As usual, we were all up pretty early and off doing our own thing. I'd put on some old jeans and a beat up shirt, grabbed work gloves that dad left in the storage room, and got busy cleaning out the crap from under the trailer. I left the trailer door open so I could hear the phone ring, just in case somebody called about my "Rent a Kid" business. I started by pulling the rusty old tricycle from under the back corner of the house and wondered how long it had been since Quinn had ridden it. I decided to stack all the trash before hauling it to the dumpster. I found four cardboard boxes all falling apart, filled with things like half-used paint cans, old cleaning stuff, some odd parts for a car, and stuff for the trailer. Basically it was all junk. I tossed the boxes next to the tricycle and crawled back under looking for more stuff. There was a deflated soccer ball, a few other broken kid's toys, a small end table with a cracked leg, a few sheets of plywood...well, you get the idea...it was a shit-load of trash. After about two hours, I'd pulled everything out from under the trailer and was ready to start hauling it away. I figured it would take me all afternoon if I had to carry the stuff one piece at a time, so I wracked my brain for another way. I was about to give up when I remembered there was a kid, about five years old, who lived in the back of the trailer court. His mom sometimes pulled him around in a little wagon. I wondered if she'd let me borrow it for awhile. I got on my bike and headed over there. I explained I was working hard to earn some money to buy my younger brother a bike, and I could use her help. The lady was willing to listen. I promised her I'd take real good care of the wagon and would bring it right back when I was finished. The little kid was hiding behind his mom as we talked but peeked at me a few times. The deal was sealed when I offered to pull the kid around the block two or three times after I'd finished hauling trash. Soon I was tying a rope to the handle of the wagon and riding my bike back to our place. * * * * Quinn was back from the park when I returned to the trailer. "You did a really good job cleaning all that stuff out from under there," Quinn offered as we both lounged on the couch, watching TV. "Thanks, it was a lot of work." Quinn seemed to run out of anything else to say, so we stared at the TV in silence. It wasn't long before we were both bored. "Want to go explore the creek some more?" I asked. Quinn looked unsure, no doubt worried about what had happened the last time we'd tried exploring. "We'll take a different way around, so we won't run into those big kids." I offered. Quinn finally agreed and we took off. I let Quinn take the lead with his scooter and I followed on my bike. When we got to the creek we decided to head upstream this time. I was surprised that the creek got wider as we went along and in spots there was more of a slope. That meant here and there the water was deeper and flowed a little faster. There was knee-high grass on both sides of the stream but a path had been trampled down by people walking along the shore. I wondered if it had been fisherman after trout. We walked for about an hour and the stream had meandered into a more wooded area. There were some spots where the flow had slowed and small ponds had formed. "Let's stop." Quinn sounded tired. "Yeah, okay," I agreed. We sat in the shade and tossed twigs and small rocks into the water. After a few minutes I asked, "Want to go wading again?" We'd done that the last time we'd explored. Quinn nodded and kicked off his sneakers, rolled up his jeans, and cautiously stepped into the water. Almost immediately we felt the bottom dropping away and realized the water was going to be deeper than we thought. "That's about it." Quinn looked back at me. "Any further and we'll get soaked." I scoped out the terrain and knew he was right. He seemed a little disappointed when we turned back. As Quinn sat back down and started to roll down his jeans I made a decision. "Hey, bro, ever gone skinny dipping?" I smiled with mischief. Quinn looked at me and grinned. "Nah uh." "So let's do it!" "You mean, like, naked?" I nodded. Quinn gave it some thought then quickly stood up and tugged his shirt over his head. I got up and did the same. Soon we were both down to our undies. "All the way?" Quinn asked with a playful look. I pulled my undies down and tossed them on top of my jeans. "Come on, boner boy," I teased, "let's see your winky." Quinn pulled his undies down and I gave him a look. When my brother was sure I was watching he must have decided to show off because he started doing a little dance, swinging his dick and balls back and forth. I laughed, turned, and headed for the creek. Quinn was just a few steps behind me. We waded in and I have to admit the water seemed colder the second time around. As I got further into the stream the water edged up to my knees, then my thighs, and then my nuts. I could see it wasn't going to get much deeper so I squatted down until the water covered my butt and came part-way up my back. I felt the slippery bottom and decided to just sit down. The water came up to about the middle of my stomach. Quinn had done the same as me but the water came up a little higher on him. His nipples were getting wet. "This is so cool." Quinn laughed as he splashed and played around. He searched for stones and would examine each one to see if there were any that he'd like to keep. I did the same. It wasn't long before we were both shivering from the cold water. We decided we'd get out. I stood up part way and made sure to wash the slimy stuff off my butt and nuts and then stood up the rest of the way. I watched Quinn do the same thing. I couldn't take my eyes off his baby pink rear end. Quinn has one of the tiniest butts you've ever seen. I swear it's like he doesn't have a butt at all. Then again, maybe I'm just comparing it to some of the lard-asses I've seen in school. I loved the way Quinn's cheeks wiggled as he washed them off. We got back to shore and we both wished we'd have thought to bring a towel. "Use your shirt to dry your rear end," I suggested. "Your shirt will dry pretty fast and you don't want to go home with wet undies. Quinn must have thought that made some sense because he was soon wiping his butt. He took a swipe at his crack, and finished with a quick rub of his dick and nuts. I did the same thing, and we were both soon dressed. "So, did you like it?" Quinn grinned. "Yeah, it was really fun. How do you know about all this stuff?" "What stuff?" "Skinny dipping, boners, you know...sexy stuff." I wondered if I should tell Quinn, but decided he was my brother and unless I really had some serious reason to lie to him I wouldn't. "Well, dad was gone a lot, driving his truck, so when he was on the road I stayed with a family in the same building. Dad had made some deal with them, anyway, they had three kids. One of the boys was my age and one was three years older. The older one, Mark, knew a lot of stuff and he showed me and Trey some things." "He DID stuff to you?" Quinn asked in surprise. "Nah, it wasn't like that. He just sorta knew about stuff and would tell us stories and once in a while would show us a picture or something." Quinn and I were walking back downstream toward where I'd left my bike and he'd left his scooter. "Like I said, I don't know all that much," Quinn mumbled. "Well, don't think you're dumb. You're way smarter than me. You just haven't been around other boys like I have." Quinn seemed to think about that for a while before asking, "Are you gonna show me more stuff?" "You want me to?" Quinn gave me a playful grin that was all boy, meaning it was pure mischief. I mussed up his hair. "Long as you don't tell." I laughed. * * * * My "Rent a Kid" business was slow in getting off the ground. I stayed home from the park three days in a row so I could be by the phone if anyone called with work to do, but in all that time I only got one small job washing a car. I didn't charge much and hoped the old guy would tell some of the residents that I did a good job and was reasonable. After three days of not much to do, I decided to go back to the park with Quinn and just pick up messages from the answering machine at the house when we got back. I was disappointed I wasn't earning more money because I'd made a promise to my brother and I didn't want to let him down. I'd almost given up hope of earning enough money for Quinn's bike when my luck changed. Mr. Garvey, the trailer court manager called and left a message for me to call him. When I did, he explained the kid that usually helped him cut grass in the public spaces, empty trash barrels, and other odds and ends, was moving and wouldn't be able to work any more. He asked if I'd be interested in the job. I asked him what I'd get paid and he said $75.00 a week. "Seventy Five dollars?" My voice squeaked, it had started doing that a while back and it was getting kind of annoying. "It's not really all that much money when you figure out how many hours you'll be working, but I do pay cash." "I have to ask first." I knew washing a car was one thing but this seemed like a whole lot more. "Let me know tomorrow." Mr. Garvey ended the call. When Quinn and his mom got home I was still trying to figure out how I was going to ask about the job and get permission. I worried that if I didn't do it the right way I might not be allowed. I waited until we were having supper. "Dianne..err...mom?" I still wasn't very good at calling her mom. "Mr. Garvey offered me a job today." I explained what I would be doing and how much I'd get paid. Quinn stared at me like I'd just won the lottery. He'd stopped eating, his mouth was full of spaghetti. "So can I?" I finished and tossed in my most hopeful look. Quinn looked at Mom, then looked at me, and then back to Mom. "Okay, but only for the summer. You're too young to have so many responsibilities when school starts." I was about to argue, but then realized that by the time school started I'd be totally rich. So it was all good. "Deal!" I smiled. Quinn swallowed his mouthful of supper and looked at me completely stunned. * * * * Monday morning came around and I was wondering when I was going to get paid for the week of work I'd completed. Mr. Garvey had been right, it had added up to more time than I thought it would, but I'd soon gotten the hang of the routine and learned which trash barrels needed new liners and when, what areas needed patrolled for paper and cans and stuff tossed on the ground, grass cut, and the other things that I was told needed doing on a regular basis. "Donny, come here," Mr. Garvey called from where he had a desk in the back of the office. "Pay day!" I hurried over. "Put out your hand." I stuck out my hand and Mr. Garvey took out a stack of crisp new bills and slowly counted them out. "Ten, Twenty, Thirty, ..." he went all the way up to seventy. Then he surprised the heck out of me. Instead of dropping a five, he added another ten. "And a little bonus," he winked. "Eighty dollars?" My voice cracked again. I'd never had that much money in my hands ever in my life. "Oh, wow." "You earned it. You did good work." I thanked Mr. Garvey and promised I'd do as good or better each and every week. He nodded in amusement and sent me off home. * * * * Mom had called and said she had to work a couple of extra hours to help cover for another waitress that had called in sick. Quinn was listening in and I'm sure jumped to the same conclusion as me that our usual bedtime would get moved back and we could stay up 2 hours later. "Crap!" I said after hanging up the phone. "I thought she might let us stay up later, too." Quinn sighed. "Don't even think about staying up later," I said sarcastically just like mom had said seconds earlier. "We could try," Quinn offered. "If we get caught she'll tell dad for sure." We exchanged a knowing look and knew it wouldn't be worth the trouble. Quinn went to brush his teeth and stuff and I stopped off in our room before my turn in the bathroom. I pulled open the top drawer of my dresser, reached under my undies, and pulled out the money I'd collected so far. I slowly counted each bill and then counted them again. The feel of the money in my hand made me just that much more determined. "I'm gonna buy him the best damn bike in the county," I thought and tucked the money away again. I walked into the bathroom, expecting to see my little brother brushing his teeth or washing up. Instead, he was sitting on the can, undies down, reading a comic book. "Oh, sorry, bro," I apologized and turned to leave. "Nah, it's okay." Quinn kept reading. "I'll come back when you're finished," I teased by putting my hand over my nose. Quinn tossed the comic book down, wiped his butt, flushed, and pulled up his undies. "I was done any away." I watched as he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste. "Um, I'm gonna shower before bed." I again turned to leave. "So, do it," Quinn mumbled. We gave each other a look. Then I thought, `what the hell," and pulled my shirt off over my head. I kicked off my shoes, then unzipped and lowered my jeans until I was just in my undies. Quinn glanced over at me with his toothbrush in his mouth as I lowered my underpants. He stared at me for a bit and then looked me in the eyes. Instead of trying to cover up, I slowly walked over to the toilet, raised the lid, and reached for my dick. Quinn watched as I pulled the skin back and took aim. A few seconds later I was peeing a hard stream. I glanced over at my little brother and he hadn't moved. He was watching everything I did. I made a couple of circles around the edge of the bowl and soon finished. I shook the last drops off and flushed. I looked at Quinn again and our eyes locked. It was an interesting game and I wondered what my little bro was thinking. "Hey, stinky butt," I teased, "you could probably use a shower, too, after taking a poop. Wanna jump in with me?" Quinn pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit. A sly grin spread across his face. "Get the water ready," he smiled. The water was exactly the right temperature when I stepped in with my little brother right behind me. As soon as I saw Quinn pull his undies down my dick had gotten chubby and now that we were in the shower I was almost fully hard. I turned around, took Quinn by the shoulders, and moved him up front so he was under the spray. Then I shampooed his hair, rinsed him, and then very slowly used body wash on his shoulders, under his arms, his back, and then reached around front to his chest. All the while, my l'il bro made soft whimpering noises of delight. "Oh, Donny, oh, that feels so good." I smiled as I felt Quinn's silky smooth skin and took my time washing every inch of his gorgeous body. "Now that stinky butt," I chuckled, soaping up my hand and gently rubbing between those two perfect buns. Quinn instinctively spread his legs wider and I took my time washing his crack. His ass is so small and when he stands a certain way you can see tiny dimples. When I'd finished with his crack I gently rubbed around the edges of his hole. Quinn sucked in a breath and held it, but he didn't move away. "You doin' okay?" I whispered as I slowly moved my finger in a circle. Quinn nodded and spread his legs a little wider. I added more soap and worked around the puckered edges of his hole making sure that I glided over the center from time to time. I was pretty sure no one had every touched Quinn like this before and I wanted him to enjoy it. When I slid over the target again, Quinn sucked in a breath like he'd done before. I used my other hand to reach around his front and wasn't surprised with what I found. I gave his boner a few gentle tugs. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I whispered in my brother's ear as I continued to play with his hole and his dick at the same time. Quinn leaned back against me and gently pushed my hand off his dick so he could do it himself. The way he wiggled his rear end told me he liked what my finger was doing back there. Easing back, I let Quinn show me what he wanted. When he pushed his ass back toward my hand I used my finger more and when he moved forward I backed off. He was busy pulling on his boner, eyes closed, and breathing getting more ragged. He was definitely getting off on this. When I figured he was almost there I got ready with more soap. This time, when he pushed his ass back toward me I quickly rubbed the edges of his tiny pucker and then gave my finger a gentle push so the tip went up Quinn's butt. "Oh, oh." Quinn grunted and sucked in a big breath. I thought he'd pull away but he didn't. I pressed my finger in a tiny bit further. "Oh, fuuuuuckkkk!" Quinn groaned. He wiggled on my finger, groaned, and I felt his body tightened up. He shuddered and instantly his butt hole clamped down on my fingertip. The way he was shaking I worried he might fall so I wrapped my free arm around him and held him tight. His knees must have gotten weak because he started to sag. I gently pulled my finger out of his crack and hugged him with both arms. "Oooooh, fuck, fuck...." Quinn whimpered. I held him like that until he stood up on his own. "Pretty fantastic, huh?" I asked as my little brother turned around and hugged me face to face. "Amazing," he whispered. Quinn rested his head against my shoulder and we stood for a minute. My hands came to rest on his ass and cupped a cheek in each hand. He giggled. "Do I still have a stinky butt?" I laughed. "Nah, no way." Quinn looked up and smiled. "But what about you?" I smiled back. "The soap's over there!" I nodded. * * * * Out of the shower, dried off and back in our room we both put on clean unders and pulled clean T-Shirts over our heads. I used a comb to get my hair under control and Quinn used a small brush. "It's still a little early for bed," I grumped as we climbed in. Quinn was half-way up the ladder to his bunk when he paused. "I'm kind of hungry," he complained. "Didn't Mom buy a new package of cookies?" Quinn hurried back down and took off running. "You grab the milk!" he yelled over his shoulder. Legs crossed, we sat on my bed with the pack of cookies between us. Quinn hadn't been real careful in opening them, so the package was open top to bottom. I took a swig from the half-gallon milk carton and passed it to Quinn. He took it in both hands and chugged a few big swallows. When he pulled the carton back he had a milk moustache. Looking at my little brother just two feet from me with that enormous grin, his giggles, burps, and complete with a milk moustache, deep down a part of me knew Quinn was getting to be way more than just a brother. I'd never felt this way before. I knew I'd do anything for him, anything at all. * * * * Thanks for reading and thanks to those who've sent me comments. Please send story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com and support Nifty with your contributions.