Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2018 23:03:29 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother Part 18 Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don't forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thanks for being patient, everyone! And continued thanks for being so kind and helpful! I love all you readers, knowing you enjoy my work, either for the story or just to stroke one out. As long as its being put to good use, haha. Please leave any comments or critiques at army.mando9@gmail.com! Chapter 18 - There and Back Again We barely made it the truck without an issue, but then Ben decides to vomit in some nearby bushes. Poor guy, gonna spend all day tomorrow nursing him back. He tried to hop in the driver seat, but that was a strong nope from Harry, who pushed him to the back seat. "Mind climbing back there and keep an eye on him, Army?" Harry looked at me as he stole Ben's keys from his pocket. "Sure. Can you drive?" "Eh, I got a permit." He scoffed and laughed to himself. "I don't... Just be careful." I put my hand on his shoulder. Harry was able to pull out of the parking lot and pull into the main road... So far so good. I had faith in Harry, guy is ultra-competent at everything he touches. I looked at my brother, but his loud snoring told me all I needed to know, so instead the scene outside the window kept me company. I was unsure what to make of Lee, or how I felt. Guilt? Totally felt Guilt. But I also had other stuff. Butterflies in my stomach, but I'm super inexperienced so I'm sure any romantic or sexual act would make me feel like that. Peeking at my brother, I felt that twang of guilt again. I will have to tell him though, no matter what. He told me... But another part of me wants to keep it a secret. My own little private hell, stored in the back of my heart, for future reveries. Ben's still super cute, even with the little bit of puke on his 9 o'clock shadow. I love this loser a lot, though I do need to sit down with him and tell him about self-control haha. Drunk, high, a penchant for violence and lust. Ugh, like a generic bad boy in a cliche song. But he's my generic bad boy. We finally made it to our place. Mom's car was parked, and her bedroom light as we out so we just had to sneak in and be fine. But it'll be hard with the drunken dead weight we have to carry. I helped Harry out, shouldering my brother from the car to the front door. His snoring was light now, thankfully... Don't need to wake her up to see her eldest son illegally drunk and high and passed out. I guided us to our bedroom, trying to creep by, but... as you can guess, sneaking isn't my strongest suit. A few times we almost dropped my brother, but Harry was a lot stronger than I gave him credit for. He probably hates me for being a weakling now... Finagling the door open, Harry and I enter our bedroom. "R... Ready?" I pant, tired as fuck. Gonna feel this in the morning... "Y-yeah." Harry nods. "1... 2... 3..." We lift Ben and he collapses... but misses the bed and instead crumples to the ground... Thankfully his dirty clothes were on the floor so it softened the blow. Thanks used underwear and sweaty shirts! "Oh well, I'll just... leave him there." I huffed and puffed, trying to recover my breath. It was like moving gawd damn furniture, fucking damn it! "Mind if... I... crash here?" Harry said, leaning against the bunk-bed ladder. "Sure... Just take... Ben's bed, I guess. He's..." I look at him on the floor, cuddling with an old pair of pants. "... Fine down there" "Cool, thanks." Harry replied as he peeled off his shirt and pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers. I caught myself glancing peeks at him as I got an extra blanket and pillow from the closet... Harry was so damn handsome. But the same little twang of guilt from earlier hit me again. I mean, my brother is right there, passed out on the floor, and I'm just flicking looks at another guy in our bed... Fuck, it was the bed we first... Shaking my head, I leaned down and put the pillow under Ben's heavy head. Fucking fat head, honestly. I giggled as I laid the blanket on him. I looked up and saw Harry looking at me, big smile on his face. "That's really sweet of you." His green eyes glinting against the moon peeking out through the blinds beside him. "What?" "You really look out for him. I know I said this before, but it always astounds. You're the best brother a guy like him could ask for." "Hey, it's a 2 way street. We help each other..." I look back down at Ben, his mouth open with a little drool coming out, snoring the night away. "I wish I had someone like that..." Harry said, a little dour. He turned his gaze to look out the window. "You have us, Harry..." I stood up and moved to sit on the bottom bunk with him. "We look out for you. You're like a brother to us." "I know... Sorry, that was dumb..." "It's fine... You okay?" "Yeah." He looked back at me, his expression changed back to it's normal chill self. I turned my head and took a last look at Ben, face deep in some worn denim, and laid next to Harry. Seemed like he needed a shoulder to lean on. "Come on, Harry. You hardly ever seem to let on that you got problems, so spill it." I urged him. I hate when people refuse to talk about their feelings. I know, it's "fucking gay" but we gotta support and help each other. What else are friends for, right? "Just... feeling lonely, I guess. It's been a real long time since someone showed interest in me, and when I finally meet someone I like, he's not really into me. And..." He looks at me. "I'm kind of jealous of how much you are devoted to each other. I don't have anyone, and I feel..." He shrugged, unsure of the words. "Come on, you can tell me." "Makes me feel like I'm missing out. I know, I know, I'm a fucking teenager, I'm not in any hurry, but I wanna fall in love, I want to make mistakes, go out there, actually do stuff and meet people. But I'm just sort of..." His hand moved to his neck, feeling a phantom grasp on it. "Stifled. Like I'm being strangled. Like the safety blanket I kept is now my noose." Silence... I wasn't sure how to respond. I get it. I felt the same way, stuck. Still do, a little... But I'm not sure why. Maybe I'm just being stupid and paranoid with the new found guilt, but the way Harry just described his own feelings resonated with me. "Well, we could totally be your wingmen, Harry. Ben and I both want you to be happy." "Thanks, but you can't exactly have someone like Ben as your wingman. People would want him way more than me, haha." He laughed to himself, but with a slight sour tone. "So? Doesn't mean we won't try." I gave him a hug. "We're your spirit brothers, we gotta look after you too." "Ha, thanks Army." Harry gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, and huddled under the covers, finding solidarity and comfort in each other. We talked about whatever came to mind, enjoying the private moment we had together. Games, music, books, guys. He is such a sweet smart guy, I just wish we didn't have the complicated situation we were stuck in. Maybe I could convince Ben to cheer him up in his own special way... . . . . . The sound of chattering birds broke my sleep. I blink my eyes a few times and look around... Why am I on the bottom bunk? I turn and see Harry next to me, turned away, his pale back slowly lifting up and shrinking down. Guess I fell asleep talking with him. I look down, and see Ben still passed out. Ha, he's gonna feel like shit soon. Best get a bucket... Stifling a yawn, I carefully get up and put on my PJ bottoms, trying to hide my morning wood before Harry, or worse, Ben, wakes up. I toss on a shirt and walk out in the hall. "Hey sleepyhead..." Mom peeks around the corner, smiling. "What time is it?" I walk to her, stretching my arms. "It's almost 11. I got some breakfast in the oven." She motioned to the kitchen while taking her hair tie out, letting down the big mane of hair. "How was the concert?" "Super fun. I got an album signed, Ben wore himself out though." "Poor thing. Make him eat a lot of crackers and water when he wakes up." She said, trying to hide her smile as she put on her heels. "Why?" "He's gonna be hungover. It'll help him feel a little better." She winked. "How did-" "I used to do the same stuff when I was his age. Get drunk with friends, stumble home late at night. I know the signs, honey, haha. I expect you didn't let Ben drive. Who drove you home?" "Harry did." "Good boy. I'm proud of you. Anyway, I'm going to head out for a little bit. I'll be back home by tonight, okay?" She gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Take care of your brother." She walked out. I peeked in the oven and saw a fresh plate of biscuits with some gravy on them and crumble of ground sausage on it. Yep, this is totally the best part of waking up. Suck it, Folgers. _ _ _ _ _ Ughhhhhhhh.... Wait... Fuck, my head hurts like it was kicked in by a horse. Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.... I pick up my head and look around... Where the fuck am... Oh. Slept on the floor. Thanks guys. Super comfy. Fuck, my back hurts like fuck. Okay. Let's try sitting up... NOPE NOPE NOPE. Room spun. I swallow, trying to maintain my composure. I'm not a pussy, I got this. Will yourself up, Ben, WILL! Trying again, I make it up, and I look around. I see Harry crashed on my bed, laying on his back, not a care in the world for his sleepy time... Dick head. THAT'S MY BED! Meh, I'll yell at him later when I don't feel like death. My eyes glance up and down him. He slept only in his boxers, and... yep, still damn handsome. My eyes follow down his chest and abs and... WHAT THE FUCK? While still covered by his boxers, his morning wood ridden cock outline shown through against his underwear, and... What the fuck do they feed kids in Canada? He's hung. Bigger than me, even! I feel bad for whoever has to ride that pale anaconda. Wish I could see it... Nope. Maybe some other time. I stand up and brace myself against the wall behind me, trying to balance as the room swirls again, but it wasn't as bad this time. Still feel like shit though. Sneaking out of the room, I step out to find my brother serving a plate of crackers and a cup of fizzing water for my spot at the kitchen table. "Hey, Army..." I mumble out. "Hey, Ben. Eat and drink this." He walked to me and pushed me to the chair. "What... What's this?" "Mom said it'll make you feel better." "DID YOU FUCKING-" I started to get riled up, my brother snitching on me, even accidentally. I could get in deep shit. "She already knew. She laughed at you though, but she didn't sound mad." "Oh..." I grabbed a cracker and nibbled at it. "And I put some Alka-Seltzer... No, wait, it's the knock off." He looked back the box. "Picots? But same shit, right?" Army smiled at me, like the doting wife he wishes he was to me. "Thanks, bud..." I stare down at my plate, shame pooling in my lungs. I probably made an ass out of myself last night... Last time I was "cross-faded," I started this whole dang love affair. I hope I didn't do any other bad shit. "You okay?" Army leaned down and peaked up at me, worried. "Do you need a bucket?" "Fucker, I'm okay. I'm not dying... Feels like it though." I smiled weakly at him. "I... I didn't do anything bad last night, did I?" "No, but I-" Footsteps cut through our talk as Harry joined us, yawning. Oh thank gawd, he's wearing pants to hide the Loch Ness monster hiding in the bowels of his crotch. Still no shirt though, his cute chest so pale it could reflect light. A few flecks of chest hair breaking the glare. Damn it, Ben, stop it. "Hey guys. Is that biscuits and gravy?" "Sure. You can have some. Let me get you a plate." "Can I have some too?" I pleaded. "Will you throw it back up?" I remain silent. Damn know it all asshole. Shame I love him. I'd knock his teeth out otherwise. _ _ _ _ _ Ben drove us out to drop off Harry back at his house. We park in his drive way, and Harry jumps out. I follow him to his door, when Ben's phone rings. He peeks at the screen. "Hey bud, I need to take this call. Go hang out with Harry for a minute, I'll be done soon." Odd, but okay. Harry opens the door and we walk in and make way to his kitchen. "Think it's his secret lover?" Harry says, sneering to himself. "Doubt it. He's not the type." I lied, mostly to myself. "Right? If I was fucking him, I'd be screaming it from the rooftops, with pictures to prove it, haha. Want a drink?" "Sure." He tosses me a Mt. Dew and grabs himself a Dr. Pepper. We crack them open and toast them as a joke, when Riley walks in. "Oh hey, Mom and Dad weren't sure if you were gonna be home. They went to grab groceries or whatever." She made her way to the fridge and peeked inside. "Is Ben doing okay?" "A little exhausted, but okay. Why?" I said, taking a swig of my drink. "Oh, I got a drunk text from him last night, and I had no idea if it was a confused booty call or a cryptic message." She commented as she pulled out some food. "With Drunk-Ben, it's usually both, haha." I laughed. "Yeah, I guessed he was out of it. Is he here?" "He's taking an 'important phone call.'" Harry rolled his eyes. "Shame. Oh well." The front door opened and Ben stepped in. "Oh hi, Riley." "Hi yourself, 'Sexylicious.'" Riley said sarcastically. "... Uhh... what?" Riley grabbed her plate and walked past Ben, flicking her hair as she passed. "Check your texts, and maybe turn off your phone next time you get wasted." She giggled as she walked up the stairs. "Oh?..." Ben quickly grabbed his phone. "... Ohhhhhhh.... Ummm... Wow. Drunk Me is not a gentleman. Or good at spelling." "Sober -You isn't very good at spelling either." I muttered under my breath. "Sober-Me can still kick your ass, haha." Ben gave me a big smile, "Hey, come on, we have to get going." "Whats up?" "Surprise. Come on!" Ben motioned for me to hurry up. We gave Harry a big hug and headed back to the truck. Hopped in, hopped up, and hopped out onto the road, quickly. Ben was in a rush. "Who was on the phone?" I was a little concerned... "Don't worry, just sit tight and enjoy my company for a bit." Ben's hand guided itself to mine, grabbing it tight. I stared out the window again, a repeat from last night, watching the buildings pass by. The day was very dim overcast, withholding clouds were gray and depressed, as though on the verge of tears that will never come. Seemed telling for the day, or so I thought. Ben isn't usually... secretive, but we'll see. Wait... that's a wrong turn. So we aren't heading home... Where to then, big bro? "You sure you don't wanna tell me? Is it bad?" "No no no, calm down." Ben smiled at me. "You'll love it, I promise." "If you say so." Damn it, I hate not knowing things. Back to my window, I guess... . . . . . After an hour, I realize we are heading back to his dads place. I want to ask, but he said surprise so... the best kind of prize is a surprise, right? It might be super exciting. We take the same small back road again, and finally park at the same spot as last time, under the big tree overlooking a small man made lake. It's still dark and dreary outside, but the lake looks serene... still... comfortable and sweet. I wonder why we are here. Ben hops out and grabs something from his back seat, and moves to the bed of his truck. I follow suit. "So... what's the surprise?" "My dad called me and told me they are gonna be out of town all weekend... They asked me to come by and feed the horses and dogs, and just keep an eye out on the place till they get back. And I thought..." Ben pulled me in close and kissed me, deep and quiet, for a long time, just keeping me ensnared in his arms. We stand there, our lips locked, for what feels like hours, but I'm sure the dull real me would say like 4 minutes. Breaking our embrace, Ben finally finishes his idea. "We would have some privacy to... enjoy each other." He hops on the back of the truck, where he laid down a blanket. "What did you want to do, then?" I smiled at him, devilishly. "Whatever we want. No one is around for miles, silence, and a nice scenic view." He kicks off his boots and lays down, lacing his hands behind his head, staring up at the sky. I hop up with him, tossing off my shoes as well, and laying with him, my head resting on his chest, feeling it rise and fall. We stayed like that for a while, enjoying the warmth and feelings shared, unspoken, fearing to pierce the perfect veil we've drawn for ourselves. My hand slips under his shirt and slowly just traces lines up and down his tummy, running along the light trail of hair, like a lazy hiker through the bushes. "Army?" "Yeah?" Ben lifted his head a little and looked down at me. "Last one in the water is a rotten egg!" He laughs as he pushes me off, dashing to the lake, tossing off his clothes as he runs. I leap off and try to catch up, watching as his shirt is pulled off over his torso and as he unbuttons and tries to hop out of his jeans to try and save time. Ben fails though, and lands on the ground, face first. He sits up and tries to undo the rest of his jeans, as I work my shirt off and catch up to him, undoing my jeans and letting them drop quickly without running so I don't make that same mistake, allowing me the chance to pass him up. Finally with his jean-foot-cuffs removed, Ben leaps back up and dashes madly to the little wooden dyke, pulling down his briefs and tossing them off as he steps on the first board. I work my underwear and manage to get them off without slipping as I make it to the edge and hesitate. But I hear Ben right behind me, and I jump in. Cold water or weird lake fish monsters be damned. FUCK FUCK FUCK! It's pretty freakin' cold, and I hear a big splash right behind me. I turn, my teeth chattering but I try to grit them and bear it. Ben emerges from the depths, cursing the cold. "WHY IS IT COLD?" "BEN, ITS FUCKING OCTOBER!" "AND? HOLY FUCK, I CAN'T FEEL MY BALLS!" I slowly wade my way over to my brother through the chilly hell and make it to him. He grabs me and holds me, his heat barely felt through the surrounding waters. Feels like I'm the Titanic, hit by a glacier. "You feeling..." Ben starts, but his teeth start chattering too, and he tries to laugh. "You doing okay, bud?" "Yeah, just.... fucking cold. Awful idea." "Yeah. Feels like the fucking Titanic, right? Just feel the ice around us." I smile at him, as well I can with the chattering. We hold each other close, in a desperate hug for warmth. He giggles at the absurdity of his awful fucking idea, while I take the moment to grab his cute rear, finding a little solace in how nice and warm his ass is. "So, what do I win, slowp-p-poke?" I look up at him. "Ummm..." He lifts me up a little to face height, and we lean in, kissing again, though this time its more... feral, wild, sloppy, fucking hot... A mix of turned on and desperation for warmth, sharing the heat, kick-starting it. I feel his hard cock rub against me, and mine pokes him in return. "Oh.... I d-dunno..." He gave me a smirk and he slips his head under water. I feel him slowly kiss his way down my body, or try to. Its a little numb, but the heat from his lips cuts through the frozen butter like a burning needle. Passes my chest, my tummy, my naval, and... Wow. I moan out loud, the heat of his mouth resurrecting my cold cock. He does a few licks, a few deep gulps, and pulls himself back up for air. "T-that's a lot-lot-lot harder than I-I thought! Fuck that's c-c-cold!" Ben stuttered through chattering teeth. "Haha, felt good though. C-come on, let's g-g-get out of the wat-ter." We pulled each-other back onto the little wooden pier. I look up, and see my brother smiling back, his hair dripping and smooth, followed the drops down his face, his neck, his chest, his arms. It was beautiful, like taking the most scenic route down from heaven back to earth. "I think my Pa left some towels in the shed..." He ran briskly, trying to not freeze his extremities off. I watch as his cute cool pale butt reflected sweetly against the green and browns of nature. Smiling to myself, I hugged myself, trying to warm myself. He needs to hurry the fuck up though, no matter how cute he is. I look back at the shed, and Ben rushes out, a few towels in hand. "I can always trust my Pa to keep his shed stocked!" He tossed me 2 towels, and proceeded to wrap himself for warmth. "Maybe you should have been better prepared for the watery blizzard." I sneered. "Maybe you shouldn't be such a bitch! We're trying to have fun." "Hey, I'm having fun." "Are you?" Ben stepped up to me, grabbing the spare towel to tussle my hair, drying it. "Always, when I'm with you." "Gay." He laughed, and leaned in, kissing me. I feel him tugging me back to the truck, and we haphazardly make our way, trying not to trip over the roots or our own feet, refusing to break the kiss. He lifts me again, and sit me down on the bed of his truck. I mentally count my blessing, glad I had the towel around my waist, because that cold truck would have been awful against my already cold wet skin, haha. Ben isn't the most... observant person. He pushes me to lay back, and he crawls on-top of me, making out with me deeper, lightly thrusting against me, between our towels and melodramatic frostbite. His hands grip mine, pressing against the truck, keeping me still so he can enjoy me more. Our tongues touch and attempt to catch the other, our lips pressing firm with each additional kiss, trying to refill our bodies with each-others heat, each-others love, each-others lust. "You still haven't told me what I won?" I pull away, smirking at him. "Well, what do you want?" "Besides this? Mind if we..." I still felt weird asking. Still felt weird instigating. I know, fucking is fucking, but its still a weird ill-fitting glove for me. Got to rely on my brother for his confidence. I can insult him, kiss him, help him, but asking us to make love is just not in my wheel house. Probably won't ever be. "Oh come on, Army, you can only get it if you have the balls to say it." He sat up, his knees flanking my sides, sitting lightly on me, his cock firmly at attention, a small dark spot appearing at the tip of the tent. "S-sorry..." I closed my eyes and willed the courage. "Mind if we make love?" "And how did you want to?" He gave me the bitchiest look, knowing playing 20 questions with my sex life was frustrating to me. "I want to..." Come on, Army. You've done it once, you can at least say the damn thing. "I'm going to fuck you." "Good. I'm proud" He laughed again, deep and gutteral, moving off me and wandered off to where he dropped his pants before we ran to skinny dip. Pulling out a small bottle, he made his way back to me. "You were prepared?" "Ehhhh." He faked looking innocent. "I may or may not have planned this earlier." "Ha, horny fucker." I admire my brothers ingenuity and confidence. Always gets what he wants. At least, what he wants is me and what I want. Ben climbs back onto me, going back in for the kiss. But now given purpose, my hands wander down, grabbing the towel tied around his waist, and tugging it off, exposing my brother again. I tell him to turn around, and he does, his beautiful ass positioned right over my face, at the ready. And I don't hesitate, diving straight in, licking and eating him out like no tomorrow. I feel his hands grip the blanket under us, tight, and he tries to stifle his own progressively louder moans and curses. Grasping his hips, I force my tongue deeper, and I feel him react harder. A few drops of pre-cum leak onto my chest, warm and sticky, revealing just how fucking much he loves being eaten out. He eventually gains his bearing, and lowers his head, trying to suck my cock whilst I work, but it proves awkward due to our height differences, but he tries, luckily his tongue is pretty long, giving me a few wet licks. We swap positions, he on his back, as I work on slipping my fingers into him. I start slow, my ample drool I left at his hole from my hunger giving me some help going in. I feel Ben tense up a little, but I shift so I can still finger and kiss him, distracting him from the sensation he isn't used to yet. In goes my 2nd finger, and I feel his teeth bite my lower lip, his deep grunts matching my breathy moans. After a while of us just stuck in this position, I lift his legs, and apply a fresh coat of lube on my cock and his ass. I aim myself, and slowly lean into my brother, penetrating him slowly, lightly, easing him more into it. And easing myself, because damn... It takes every fiber of my being to not just go balls deep immediately. Holy fuck. This is 2nd time trying this, and it's still too much for me. The heat, the speed, hearing my brother moan my name under his tense breath. "So... Did you... Mmmm... did you trip while we were running on... Fuck... On purpose?" I asked him, or at least tried to, between thrusting. I know, not the best time, but I had to know if he planned this. But holy fuck, the feeling will always be so damn overwhelming. So damn hot, like fucking a volcano. "I'll... I'll never tell... Ah..." He replied, between grunts and moans. I pick up my pace, getting back into the groove, with a little coaching from Ben. I still feel like a dumb amateur, but I know he's getting used to it and trying to enjoy himself. At the very least, making me do the best I can to enjoy myself. And was I ever... Trying to lean in for a kiss, I stretch and meet his lips, with a little difficulty. I hate how tall he is sometimes, haha. But we make it work, the taste of his tongue and his sweat overwhelming me. Leaning my head back, I look at the sky, still gray and overcast, but I appreciate it now... No sun, no burning, just a nice comfort, the only warmth coming from the heat my brother and I are making, giving, sharing between eachother. My gaze is drawn back down, eager to absorb the view of me fucking him. I slow it down, trying to regain my breath, but I could feel myself close. Come on, Army, don't cum so fast, enjoy this... Ben's eyes mixed between being clenched shut to mitigate the mix of pleasure and discomfort, and opening them again, feigning a smile to let me know I'm doing fine. It was encouraging, knowing my brother cared so much for me that he would let me do this. Still can't get my head around it, but it happened and it's fucking amazing. Literally. In my head, I think... Maybe I should change positions, or something, but my will to seperate from him to try and swap it around to a new position is too weak... I just wanna stay like this as long as I can. What can I say? The feeling is amazing, the view is intoxicating. No wonder they call this missionary, it's a gawd damn religious expierience haha. I watch Ben reach down, and stroke himself, matching my pace. I pick it back up, loving the sight, loving him pleasuring himself, taking me back to my first few fantasies with him, obsessed with catching him, seeing him, hearing him... I loved watching him jack off, it will always be the first and last fantasy I'll ever have. The way he works himself, single left hand, picking up pace and slowing down as he kept getting closer, the way his balls bounce with the pace, masculine and full of life, the pale white skin against a dark patch of hair. What's best though is his increasing passionate moans as he plays with himself. Music to my dick. Finally, I feel the plateau coming, and I'm ready to rush off it with him. "I'm... I'm fuck... fucking close..." I warn him, or myself. I just wanted us to climax at the same moment, to share it... "I am... I am too, bud... Don't... Fuck... Let up, 'kay?" He responded, his free right hand gripping the blankets tight again. And like that, I thrust hard into my brothers ass, feeling every single twitch deep in him as he lets off, shooting spurt after spurt of cum on his chest and tummy, mixing with the sweat. He shouts my name mixed with a few fucks, while I do my best to keep my yelling to a minimum. I collapse on top of him, smushing his seed onto my equally sweaty body, spent and tired. Feeling myself go soft and slip out, I sit up and back off, watching my brother pant in front of me. "Mind... Fuck, gotta catch my breath..." I try to say, but damn, I feel winded. "What?" Ben picks his head up, his chest rising and falling quickly, the cum sliding down the sides. "Lift your legs... I wanna... see my work..." I crack a smile at him, a little mockingly. "Fine..." Ben does as he is told, and I see his ass, still cute but a little worn, a single bead of white cum at the center, slowly leaving him... A snapshot of a great fuck session. I nod my head, satisfied (in more ways than one), and I scoot myself over next to him. We lay back, both just tired and spent. Ben turns his head to me and gives me a big tired smile. "Better than last time." "Speak... speak for yourself, fucker." "Hey, you're the fucker here." He winks, and hops off the truck, grabbing the towel. "I'm gonna go wash off the sweat and cum, be right back." I watch him rush to the lake, only for him to turn back. "Pop in a CD in my radio and turn it up. Whatever you want!" He shouts back as he jumps and lands in the water. I stand up, and start to walk to the front of the truck, but my general insecurity jumps up, so I grab Ben's discarded shirt and toss it on, feeling safer, and scour the truck for the a CD. But to my luck, I found my signed copy from my new favorite band last night, and put it in. I laid back to my spot on the back of the truck, and watched my brother emerge from the water, all clean and sleek again. He climbed back out, and began to towel himself again. Hypnotizing, the man is and will always be a work of art, forever handsome and sexy and every other fucking adjective I could ever find. "Oh hey, this is that opening band from last night." He hopped up on the truck to lay next to me, kissing my forehead as he rested his head on his hands, laced behind his head. "Yeah, they were really cool. They signed the copy I bought from them." "Really? That's fucking rad. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I was a little worried you'd hate it." "Why?" I turned and looked at him, cuddling up closer to him. "Just didn't seem like it'd be your scene, you know?" He looked back at me. "You seem more like you'd be into... Britney or Cher or..." I watch him think for a second, making a big show of it, trying to find the perfect band to mock me with. "ABBA." "You realize you just made me a stereotype, right? Haha. Dummy!" I laughed at him. "I mean... I'm surprised you knew who ABBA was." "Hey, Mamma Mia is a fucking jam. Also doesn't help my Pa secretly loves them. Well, the Spanish versions." "I'm glad you took me though..." I wrapped my open arm around him. "It was really fun." I felt a hesitation, I wanted to say more... but I kept myself silent, unsure how to take this next step. I laid back, staring back the blank sky, hoping to find an answer, either from myself or some cosmic eldritch being from above... Do I tell Ben? He told me both times it happened, but... Guilt stabbed me in the back for even thinking this, but... Ben has had so much experience and many chances to experience love, lust, and everything between. Should I be trying, living? But I felt bad... Old Ben would think this, but New Ben? The jealousy deep in my bones, the green monster that couldn't allow someone to have something on me. Ben used to be a player, a casanova, a man ho, but I was some chaste prince till he came along. The bile in the back of my throat was faint, but still there... Conflict boiled in me, deep in my guts. I felt like a total monster, but I... kind of enjoyed it. My own little dirty secret. Army, the Saint, with a shade of dark hidden in the back. _ _ _ _ _ We laid there, listening to music, cuddled, just... silent, watching the clouds pass by. It was comfy, like something out of one of those faggy movies my old girlfriends would watch. Just so cheesy. But now? With someone you love and enjoy being around, rather than a pussy with a annoying mouth attached... A few rain drops started to drizzle down on us, but we didn't move from our spot. I shifted a little and grabbed a little pack I also stole from my dad, and lit up a cigarette, taking a slow long drag from it, eyes closed. I felt Army's fingers creep up my chest to my face, and picked the Marlboro Red right out of my lips. "Best replace that with something, if you are gonna steal it, haha." I tried to sound tough, but couldn't muster the energy. "Darn 'tootin." Army responded with some awful southern cliche slang. He gave me a small peck on the lips, and took a small inhale of my cigarette. I watched him out of the corners of my eyes, but the champ pulled it off without coughing up. And he actually inhaled it, rather than blow unused smoke. I'm proud of the little bugger. Must have learned it properly watching me last time, because the fucker is always studying me. He gave it back, and I lazily put it back between my lips, leaning back, still naked. I felt like a Playgirl model in a country boy photoshoot, not a care in the world. Just needed a pair of boots and a cowboy hat... Maybe my dad has one I can borrow... End of Chapter 18 Thanks for Reading!