Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 06:42:56 -0800 (PST) From: Jon D Subject: Mirror, Mirror - Chapter 5 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It will include fictitious descriptions of sexual situations between teen age brothers and their friends. No real boy's were involved. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. If material of this kind offends you or you are not age eighteen or older, then please stop reading this and find some other site. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Mirror, Mirror Chapter 5 Bryce knew why he'd started to cry. Through the years he and his brother had literally grown up together; they'd learned to crawl, then take a few steps, walk, ride tricycles, and then bikes. They'd laughed, argued, stood by each other, and been best friends. When Cameron told him he was gay and then had started to cry, Bryce couldn't help but cry as well, they were twins. Cameron's sobs slowed and eventually stopped. Bryce was holding Cameron close, so close he felt every move his brother made. As his trembling eased Cameron seemed calmer and more in control. "You okay?" Bryce whispered, gently rubbing his brother's back. Bryce had a ton of questions, not the least of which was how Cameron knew for sure he liked guys. He'd never even gone on a date. What would Mom and Dad say? He didn't even want to think about the kids at school. Cameron looked up, "Yeah, I'm okay," he said softly. Bryce could tell his brother was still worried. "You won't tell Mom and Dad will you?" "It's a secret," Bryce whispered. That's all he needed to say. The boys stayed like that, a tangle of arms and legs, each lost in their own thoughts. The minutes stretched to maybe a half an hour. Bryce was the one that finally spoke. "Cam?" "Yeah?" "Sorry to break this up, but I need to go." Cameron twisted around to look up. "Just stay a little bit longer. Please?" Bryce made a face. "No, I mean I really need to Go. I have to pee!" Cameron wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He managed a small smile. "Well, I guess if you got to go, you got to go!" He chuckled. Bryce laughed. * * * * Cameron splashed some cool water on his face and reached for a towel. Bryce was standing at the toilet. The sound of his pee hitting the water seemed loud in the otherwise quiet room. A minute later it stopped. Bryce strained, there was a final squirt, and then he was done. Bryce gave his dick a wiggle to knock off the last few drops. He tucked his thing back in, and flushed. Bryce stepped to the sink to wash his hands. "Feel better?" Cameron smiled. "I've been trying to hold it for almost an hour," Bryce joked. When he'd finished, Cameron handed him a towel. "I think it's time we get ready for bed." Bryce sighed. "Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing." As Bryce turned, Cameron wrapped his arms around him and hugged him one last time. "Thanks," Cameron whispered in his ear. Bryce gave him a tender squeeze. * * * * The bed creaked and then the mattress moved. It was just enough to wake Bryce. Someone had climbed into his bed. "It's me," Cameron said softly before Bryce even asked. Bryce rolled over and yawned. "What are you doing here?" his voice was soft and caring. The boys had often shared a bed when they were younger; sometimes it was because one of them was frightened, or because one of them was sick, or just simply because. Cameron snuggled close. "I couldn't sleep," he whispered. Bryce scooted down so the boys were face to face. Cameron gave him a needy look. Bryce instantly understood and put an arm around him. Cameron pulled his legs up and curled into a ball. It was clear that what he wanted was to feel safe. They stared for some time. It was almost as if the boys were having a conversation. Each flick of an eye lash, twitch, blink, curl of a lip, or breath spoke volumes. This wasn't the first time they'd communicated silently. Over the years they'd gotten pretty good at sensing what the other was thinking or feeling. "Can I ask you something?" Bryce finally whispered, gently pushing a wisp of hair from Cameron's eyes. "Yeah." "How do you know for sure?" Bryce paused. "I mean, maybe you like girls and just don't know it." Cameron's eyes drifted down and then back up. "I've had all kinds of feelings, and I've been thinking about this for a long time. Today I found out for sure." "What happened?" "Remember what I told you Mark did at church camp?" Bryce smiled. "Yeah, I remember." He laughed softly. "I went over to his house after school today. He invited me." Cameron's voice grew softer. "We were in his room, and well, he did the same thing to me." Bryce blinked. "He sucked your dick?" Cameron suddenly grew embarrassed. Bryce thought he was worried he'd done something really naughty. Bryce gave Cameron a reassuring look. "I promised I wouldn't tell," he reminded his brother. "No matter what." Cameron seemed to relax and slowly a smile emerged. Then he giggled. "It was fucking awesome!" Bryce smiled. "No shit? He really sucked it?" Cameron's eyes twinkled. "I want to know everything!" Bryce laughed. * * * * Cameron grunted when Bryce poked him in the side with his elbow. They were sitting next to one another in church the Sunday after Cameron's adventure with Mark, the preacher's kid. Bryce nodded his head in the direction of the choir. There sat Mark with a silly grin on his face, his left hand resting on his crotch. Cameron was embarrassed. Not only by what he was thinking when he looked at Mark, but also because Bryce was starting to draw attention to him. "All we need is for Mom to see this," he thought. He slammed his knee against his brother to tell him to `cut it out.' Bryce shot him a look, then with a mischievous smile put his thumb up to his lips and slowly pushed it in his mouth. Cameron sat back, closed his eyes, and wished his brother would just go away. * * * * "Three fifty?" Cameron asked as he turned on the oven. "I think three twenty five for that size pan," his mother smiled. They were baking brownies. Abby was with their dad for a little father daughter time, and Bryce was with one of his friends. He'd ridden his bike so their mom wouldn't have to drive. Cameron read the instructions on the box. His mom would have made them from scratch, but Cameron wanted to do the baking this time, so they'd decided on the mix. He headed for the refrigerator. "Two eggs?" His mom nodded and pulled out a mixing bowl. "Don't forget the oil." Just as Cameron lifted two eggs from the carton he shuddered, causing him to lose his grip on one of them. It dropped to the floor with a sickening plop. "Oh..." his mom made a noise that showed she was annoyed. Her sparkling clean floor was now a mess. She hurried for some paper towels. "Sorry," Cameron offered as his mom bent down to clean things. He shrugged, unable to explain what had momentarily spooked him. He went to the cupboard where he found some light cooking oil and brought it over to the counter. As he set it down, he got another strange feeling. He couldn't describe it, it was just strange. It went away a few seconds later. Putting all the ingredients on the center island, Cameron pulled a measuring cup out of the drawer. He liked to cook and brownies were one of his favorites. Opening the box, he poured the powdered mix into the bowl. He added the eggs and then started to measure the oil. Yet another odd feeling washed over him, making him uneasy. He couldn't place it, but he remembered another time he'd had something like this happen. The twins were very little. They had just started walking. They were in a department store and their mom hadn't noticed Bryce had wandered off. Cameron was too young to know all the bad things that could happen to a child, but what he did know was that Bryce wasn't there. When Cameron started to cry, his mom turned and saw he was alone. Cameron looked at the phone on the far counter. He felt an urge to call Bryce. His brother was never without his cell. Cameron even had an excuse, he wanted to ask him if he wanted walnuts in this batch. The call connected, it rang, but Bryce didn't answer. Cameron went back to his baking. He decided to add the nuts; Bryce always seemed to like them. He got out the chopper, poured some walnuts into the glass bottom, put on the lid, and got started. The blades quickly did the job of chopping them into little pieces. Putting the nuts in the bowl, Cameron added a tiny bit of water. He was busily stirring the batter with a big wooden spoon when he felt it again, that strange feeling. This time he stopped what he was doing. He had a queasy feeling in his stomach. "Mom..." he turned to look at his mother. "What?" "Mom..." Cameron trembled, and felt himself growing frightened. "What's wrong?" his mother stepped closer and reached for him. At that moment the phone rang. The two exchanged a look. Cameron didn't know how he knew. But he did! "No, no, no!" He shook his head and tears came to his eyes. "Bryce!" he sobbed. "Bryce!" * * * * The drive to the hospital was the worst. Cameron couldn't stop crying, and his mother seemed so shaken he wasn't sure they'd even get there. The officer on the phone had gotten straight to the point. There'd been an accident; a driver had run a red light. Bryce was in the crosswalk, but that didn't matter. When the car hit him he'd been thrown thirty feet. "Is he going to die?" Cameron sobbed. His mom gave him a sorrowful look. She didn't say anything. It seemed like she was just barely holding things together. Mrs. Andrews parked the car near the Emergency Room entrance, took Cameron's hand and ran to the doors. Mr. Andrews and Abby were on the way. They'd called his cell phone and told him what had happened. * * * * Cameron looked around the Trauma area and grew even more afraid. He wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and buried his head against her chest. Things moved fast. People came and went. Doctors told them Bryce was badly hurt but still alive. One of them said something about a head injury, `could have been worse' another mentioned a broken leg, and something about internal bleeding. "He was wearing his bike helmet," an officer said. Cameron hoped that would make a difference. Mr. Andrews and Abby soon arrived and the four of them were shown into a small room where they could wait. A nurse came in, gave them an update, and then left. Not long after that a Chaplain showed up. Cameron felt himself grow numb. "This isn't happening," he told himself over and over. But it was. His dad whispered something to his mom and she broke down in tears. His dad used his cell phone to call the church. He asked if Rev. Clark would come over. * * * * It was nearly four hours before they heard any good news. "Out of surgery... Bleeding stopped... Bones set. We have to see what happens as far as his head injury." The Rev. Clark sat in the waiting room with Cameron and Abby when their folks were finally allowed in to see Bryce. "Is he all right?" Cameron managed to say twenty minutes later when his parents reappeared. The tears started again. "We still don't know, honey," his mom said softly. "Want to see him?" her eyes were red and watery. Cameron nodded. Mrs. Andrews led Cameron and Abby into the Pediatric ICU. Bryce was in room seven. When the curtain was pulled back Cameron sucked in a breath and a deep sob came out. Bryce was surrounded by equipment. Bags of stuff were hanging from poles, a machine was making a puffing sound and he had a tube down his throat. His head was all bandaged and he had scrapes and cuts on his arms and face. His eyes were closed. Cameron's legs felt rubbery. He looked at his mom and she gave him an encouraging look. He stepped to the side of the bed, reached for his brother's arm, and rubbed it gently. "Bryce? It's Cameron..." He hoped his brother would respond, but nothing happened. Cameron looked back at his mom again. She gave him another encouraging look. He wrapped his fingers around his brother's hand and gave it a squeeze. "You get better, you hear me?" tears rolled down Cameron's cheeks. "You need to get your butt home." * * * * From time to time they heard from the doctors. Cameron didn't understand it all. But, what he did get, sounded like Bryce was a tiny bit better. It was late, well past eleven, and everyone was exhausted. Abby was curled up with her head in their mom's lap, a blanket keeping her warm. Cameron glanced at the television from time to time, but he couldn't remember what shows had been on. "Time to go home," Mr. Andrews whispered as he gently picked up Abby and carefully laid her on his shoulder. His mom didn't make a move to leave. "I'm gonna stay, too," Cameron mumbled. "No, you're coming home with me." The tone of his dad's voice was unmistakable. It wasn't loud, angry, or threatening. It was just firm. Cameron had learned long ago when his dad used that tone of voice, arguing wouldn't get him anywhere. "Can I skip school tomorrow?" Cameron begged. His parent's looked at one another. His mom seemed to be leaving the decision up to his dad. "Bryce needs me," Cameron pleaded. "Let's all get some sleep. We can talk about it in the morning." * * * * It was the third day after the accident. Bryce still hadn't opened his eyes. The doctors had said something about how at first they'd given him medicine to keep him asleep, but now they were easing back. They hoped he'd wake up soon, but they were worried about his head. Cameron sat in a chair next to his brother's bed with a book in his lap. Bryce loved everything about Hogwarts and the kid wizard. Cameron didn't want Bryce to feel he was alone, so, hour after hour, Cameron had been reading out loud to him. Putting the book down, Cameron got up and rubbed his brother's arm. Then he took his hand. He knew Bryce needed to feel him to really know he was there. Not just hear him. That's why he'd worked so hard to get his parents to agree that he could skip school for a few days. They'd finally said `yes.' "I think it's about time you woke up," Cameron said softly and gave Bryce's hand a squeeze. "I'm getting tired of doing your chores," he quietly joked. Cameron put his head down close to his brother. "I know you can hear me," he whispered. "Mom and Abby are really scared...and so am I." * * * * There was no Hollywood movie moment; Bryce didn't instantly wake up to everyone's cheers and applause. What did happen was that each day he got a tiny bit better. A big step was when they took the breathing tube out, then they cut back on some of the medicines. They all watched. About two days after that Bryce moved a finger. His mom asked him if he was awake, like she had several times a day since the accident. This time Bryce reacted to the sound of her voice. The doctors were pleased. A day after that Bryce moved his toes. He seemed to be coming back to them. Cameron was in the room when he finally opened his eyes. "I'm right here," he said again and again as he held Bryce's hand. There were more tears. But it was the best day of Cameron's life. Bryce curled his fingers around Cameron's and gave him a little squeeze. * * * * Bryce liked that Cameron was pushing his wheelchair down the corridor. Somehow it felt right. His sister Abby was walking beside him holding onto one of the armrests. "It was an awesome day," Bryce thought. He'd just been discharged from the hospital after seven long weeks. He was now being transferred to the rehabilitation wing. A nurse was showing them the way, and his mom and dad were just a step behind. His parents were each carrying a box filled with get well cards, posters, flowers, and stuffed toys. Bryce had been sent so much stuff he'd started giving it away to other kids who were sick. Practically his whole class had either visited him or sent him something. Caitlyn had stopped by one time, but hadn't stayed long. Dozens of people he didn't even know had sent him money. His dad said it had something to do with the newspaper writing a story about his accident. "Will I get my own room?" Bryce turned toward the nurse. "I think there's another boy in there. Do you think you could share for a few days?" Bryce thought a moment. "Yeah, I guess, but I still wish I could have my own." The room was larger than Bryce expected. It was sunny and cheerful. The nurse helped him get settled in bed and Cameron and Abby started putting his stuff up on a shelf. Bryce saw that the other bed in the room was empty. It looked like it had been freshly made. His family was allowed to stay for an hour or so, but then had been asked to leave so the staff could work with him. His folks were told they could visit often, but Bryce had work to do and he'd make better progress if he had a set schedule. His parents said they'd follow all the rules. Bryce lay in bed thinking about everything that had happened. He couldn't remember the accident. All he remembered was putting on his bike helmet and riding out of the garage. When he'd woken up in the hospital he'd been told the whole story. Still, it sounded like it had all happened to someone else. He'd opened his eyes to a pounding headache, pain in his stomach, and his right leg in a cast below the knee. They had to explain to him several times what had happened, he kept forgetting. He also found his uninjured arm and leg seemed weak. The doctors said it was because of his head. He'd get better they promised, but they didn't know how much. The cast on his leg was made of blue fiberglass. It was the second one that had been put on. The first was done in the surgery, the second some days later. He was in the Rehab place because he'd been in bed so long his muscles had deteriorated, and because there were some things that were hard for him to do. Bryce's thoughts were interrupted by a cheerful voice. "You my new roomie?" Bryce looked toward the door to see a kid maybe two years older in what looked like some kind of sports wheelchair. Bryce had seen guys on TV playing basketball in them. The kid was smiling and looked friendly. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm Bryce." "I'm Trent." "Nice to meet you." Bryce chuckled. The kid was doing a wheelie. He had incredible balance, holding the chair steady on just the back wheels. It was only then that Bryce noticed the boy was missing his left leg. Trent must have seen the look on Bryce's face. "Don't worry about it," he joked, looking down to where his leg used to be. "I'm gonna be better than Iron Man in a few weeks. They're making me a new one." "A new leg?" "Yeah." Trent laughed and wheeled himself over toward his bed. "Cancer took the other one. I told 'em if they're going to all the trouble to make one, they better damn well make sure it's strong enough that I can kick some ass." Bryce laughed. "No way I'm gonna be that one legged man in an ass kicking contest!" Bryce watched as Trent methodically positioned himself along side the bed. "Want me to call a nurse to help?" "Nah, this is easy." Trent locked the wheels of the chair, took off the armrest, and then transferred himself onto the bed. He'd lowered it to the right height to make things smoother. "So what's your story?" Trent asked as he made himself comfortable. "Got hit by a car, some fucker ran a red light!" "Least you still got everything." Trent shrugged. Bryce found himself getting a little silly. "What?" Trent smiled. "I still have my pants on, how do you know I still got everything?" Bryce put his hand on his nuts and laughed. * * * * "I'm not going!" Bryce grumped. It was two weeks into his therapy and things were getting tough. He'd made very good progress but there was a lot more to do. His arm and leg were still a bit slow to come around. He was weak on the left side. "It's the only way you're going to get better," his mom said softly. "I said, no!" Bryce snapped back at her. Mrs. Andrews looked as if she was about to deliver some words of her own. There was a thump and they both turned to see Trent wheeling into the room. The footrests of his chair had run into the doorframe. There were looks all around. "I'm interrupting aren't I?" Trent sighed. Bryce didn't say anything. Trent looked at one and then the other. Mother and Son were clearly in the middle of one of those teen things. "Let me guess," Trent turned his chair around and set the brakes. "You don't want to go to therapy," he gave Bryce a look, "and your mom here is thinking about whupping your butt." "How did you figure that out?" Bryce said with some attitude. "You're already five minutes late to your session. All you been doing for the last three days is whining, and your mom is probably getting pretty tired of it." "Just leave me alone!" "Nah, uh. Have you looked around this place? Really seen what other kids are going through?" Trent was getting worked up. "We all got it tough. And yeah, it isn't fair. But that's life, Bryce! When you get knocked down you suck it up and make the best of it, or you give up. There's nothing in between." Bryce was angry. "What the fuck do you know?" he yelled. As soon as the words left his mouth Bryce wanted them back. "What the fuck do I know?" Trent gave a sarcastic laugh. "I fucking know a lot," he said softly, looking to where his leg had once been. No one said anything for a moment. Bryce was calming down and was deeply embarrassed. "Want some help?" Trent asked gently as Bryce moved his legs toward the side of the bed. "I need to learn to do it myself," Bryce whispered. "But thanks anyway." As Bryce maneuvered his wheelchair toward the door he looked back at Trent. "Go on, get out of here, you're late," Trent said softly and added a smile. Bryce knew all was forgiven. "Don't think I don't have something to say about your language, young man!" his mom started in. Bryce figured his therapy session was going to be the least of his worries. * * * * It was Saturday morning. Cameron's mom had dropped him off at the entrance to the rehab center and he was making his way down the corridor to see Bryce. As he got closer, he saw that the door to his brother's room was partly closed. A nurse walked out and turned, "I'll be back in just a minute. If you need me before then, put your call light on." Then she headed down the hall. Cameron walked in and found Bryce was still in bed. By this time most mornings he'd usually be up and dressed. Today he was lying on his side facing the door. Cameron pulled his knapsack off and dumped it on the floor. He flopped down into the chair. "Are you sick?" he asked, giving Bryce the once over. "Not exactly," "Why aren't you dressed?" "Had to do something first," Bryce looked a little uneasy. Cameron spotted a clear bag hanging by the bed with a tube running down. He naturally looked for the needle in his brother's arm. He was confused. He didn't see one. "What's that?" he nodded toward the bag. "Not sure," Bryce made a face. Cameron was still trying to figure it out. "What's it doing there?" Bryce didn't answer. Cameron looked closer and saw a propeller type thing twirling in the tube indicating that liquid was flowing. "Where's it going?" Bryce looked like he wasn't going to answer, but then whispered, "Up my butt." He then turned a little pink. "They're putting stuff up your butt?" "The nurse said that it was probably all the medicine they've been giving me. It plugged things up or something." Cameron took it all in. Then, a smile appeared. He couldn't resist teasing. "So, basically what you're saying is that you're full of shit?" he laughed. Bryce turned red. "He didn't need a nurse to tell him that." A chuckle came from behind the curtain. It was Bryce's roommate, Trent. "Every time he told me one of his stories about Caitlyn I told him the same thing." Trent laughed. Cameron giggled. There wasn't anything Bryce could do but lay there with the enema tube up his butt and listen to his roomie and his brother having fun at his expense. "Yeah, sure, make fun of the crippled kid." he sighed. "Poor baby," Cameron teased. Bryce flipped him his middle finger. * * * * It was several weeks later. "Feel good to be home?" Cameron whispered as he lay next to Bryce. It had taken a lot of work, but his brother was finally in his own bed in his own room. "Yeah," Bryce smiled. Cameron had waited until the house was quiet and everyone else asleep before creeping in to see how Bryce was doing. The boys snuggled close. "I really missed you," Cameron rubbed a finger lightly over his brother's chest. "I missed you, too." There was a "meow," and Sox pushed through the crack of the door. The boys turned and the kitten jumped up on the bed, circled and plopped down by Bryce's foot. "She's been looking for you," Cameron said gently and scratched Sox behind an ear, "she's been coming in here every night." The boys talked about this and that. They talked about their friends, school, and all the things that were different now. Bryce was much better, but not yet perfect. He still needed therapy three times a week, but was allowed to go back to school. The twins talked and talked and talked. Somewhere along the way they fell asleep in each other's arms. Cameron woke when Bryce nudged him. "Cam? Wake up." "What?" "I'm wet." "Huh?" "Something must've happened, I peed myself," Bryce whispered. "Don't worry about it," Cameron said hurriedly. "I'll take care of you." Clean, dry, and in fresh sleep pants, Bryce was once more relaxed. The boys lay facing each other. "Sorry." Bryce shrugged. Cameron just gave him a hug. "Just so you know, I didn't mean to get a boner." Bryce blushed. "When you were washing me, it just kind of happened." "That'd make anybody horny." Cameron chuckled. "Did you jerk off when you were in rehab?" "Not at first, but later on, yeah." "Did Trent?" "Yeah, I heard him a few times. Why?" "Just wondered," Cameron smiled. "Did you and Mark ever do any more stuff?" Bryce teased. Cameron shook his head `no.' He touched his brother's cheek. "I was too worried about you." Cameron looked deep into his brother's eyes. Neither said a word for several minutes. "Are you still hard?" Bryce nodded. "Want me to help you feel good?" Cameron whispered. "I don't know if we should." "I want to," Cameron said softly. He reached out his hand and brushed it against his brother. Bryce hesitated, but then must have changed his mind, he edged a touch closer. Cameron rubbed him. Bryce closed his eyes. After a bit, Cameron reached around and pushed his brother's sleep pants down in the back. Before moving around to the front., he lovingly felt his ass. After he'd freed his brother's cock he looked up. "I'm going to kiss it, okay?" he said. Bryce ran his fingers through Cameron's hair. "You'd do that?" His brother smiled. "I never had one before." Bryce giggled. "They're fucking amazing," Cameron chuckled. * * * * Bryce took in a breath as Cameron pushed his T-Shirt up and then kissed his way down his chest to his tummy. Then he moved to a spot just above his navel, and still lower until he came to his pubes. Cameron stroked him and Bryce lifted his head to watch. Seconds later Cameron stuck out his tongue. Bryce was fixated on how the wet thing looked as it neared his cock head. He lowered his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes. He didn't have to wait long. Seconds later Cameron wrapped his lips around the shaft and sucked. "Oh, fuck..." Bryce moaned. He reached down and took Cameron's head in his hands. Some things boys don't need to be taught. Holding on to whoever is sucking your cock is one of them. "More like that," he grunted when Cameron took him in deeper and used his tongue at the same time. It felt good...so fucking good! The sounds of Cameron's mouth on his dick were a turn on as well. The slurpy, sucking sounds, combined with the warm mouth were starting to drive Bryce crazy. He raised his ass and thrust up a few times. Cameron gagged on one of them but quickly recovered. "Shit, that's so good," Bryce groaned as Cameron stroked, sucked, and licked. "Let me know," Cameron said when he took a quick break and wiped some spit from his lips. Bryce nodded and Cameron went back to work. The feelings were building. Bryce felt the stir deep in his nut sack. The tingle and the urge to cum was on it's way. "Almost there," he grunted as he shoved Cameron's head down. His brother sucked hard, pulled his mouth off and stroked faster and faster. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" Cameron put his lips against the soft spongy head and Bryce shoved it back into his mouth. Three then four strokes and Bryce was raising his ass off the bed again. "Gonna cum!" Cameron pulled his mouth off Bryce's dick and began to jerk it. When Bryce raised his ass one more time, Cameron put his brother's dick up to his mouth but just let him slide it against his lips. Bryce fucked the thing up and hard! Again and again he thrust and soon it was spitting. Cum erupted and spilled out like a volcano. "Fuuuuuck," Bryce moaned and thrust up as far as he could. He gasped, took in a deep breath, and shuddered. Cameron closed his eyes when Bryce started to shoot, but didn't move away. Rope after rope of warm boy stuff splattered his face. He jerked his brother's cock until he was sure he'd shot his entire load. Then he slowly opened his eyes. Bryce lay on his back, legs spread wide with his brother kneeling over his cock. He never thought anything like that would ever happen. But here they were. Cameron looked up, his face a cummy mess. He smiled and then giggled. "How was that?" Bryce grinned back. "Fucking amazing!" * * * * Cameron lay watching his brother and listening to the occasional snort followed by the sound of steady breathing as he slept. Bryce had closed his eyes soon after shooting his load and Cameron couldn't bring himself to go back to his own room. He gently rested his hand on his brother's stomach and watched as it slowly rose and fell. He wondered how long it would take before Bryce found out. Once back at school, he guessed it wouldn't take very long. Caitlyn apparently didn't want to wait for Bryce to get better. Another boy had asked her to a school dance and she'd eagerly accepted. A week later she was telling everyone that she had a new boyfriend. Cameron snuggled close. "How could she do that to him?" he wondered. Bryce turned in his sleep and they were face to face. Cameron lifted himself up and tenderly kissed his brother on the forehead. * * * * I hoped you liked the chapter. Reader comments are always welcome and appreciated. Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks, Jon