Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2019 23:28:32 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 29 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 Not sure how many more chapters are left after this, but we're getting cloes. Got some exciting twists and changes planned! Send all comments and complaints to army.mando9@gmail.com Chapter 29- When Pigs Fly I unfolded the note slowly, my fingers following along the creases, a certain nervousness falling into the pit of my stomach. "It's just a note, Armando, why are you so worried," I half-heartedly told myself, convinced it was terrible news. Bad news is bad news, but it offers no surprises, right? No reason to ever get your hopes up about bad news... That's what I should tell myself, like an idiot. The writing wasn't super long or verbose. Just a few scratches here and there where Ben scribbled out his shitty grammar. Aww, he's learning... -Hey -I know this is out of the blue, -but I got a week off in August, -before school starts back up. -This seems sudden, I know, but -if I got your ticket, would you -fly to San Diego and visit with me? -There a ton of fun stuff to do, -and I just thought... Why not? -If you don't want to, trust me -I get it. But I thought it would -be nice for you to maybe get -away. Do something fun for -the summer. -I can talk to Ma about this too -Get her on board if you want to. -Let me know, -Benito "Well?" Harry jumped back into my reality. Shit, I forgot he was there. "What does it say?" "Ben asked if I wanted to hang out with him for a week... in Cali..." I wasn't sure how to take the news. My mind raced into every outcome, but there was one result that kept throwing me off... And one other result that kept me hopeful. But I felt... confused about which was which. The endless flowchart of "Does he want me back? No, it's just as brothers. But then why make it a secret note? Is this a secret note? Ben has a hard time talking, maybe he wrote it out and this was the fastest way to get to me. Then why hide it? Maybe Harry would have lost it. And his place? Why not visit here? Because-" Nope. Not doing this. Not letting myself spiral again. "That sounds fun, Army! Go! I had a blast! Riley did too, getting railed by surfer boys or whatever she was doing, I forgot." Harry pushed me to my room so we could play games and he can show off his tattoo, making sure I didn't overthink the issue, but too late, I was just lost in a haze the whole night. Even after he left and I just sat alone in my room, fumbling with the note still folded in my pocket... The next few days passed without my brain reaching an answer. I kept the note with me as a reminder, no matter what I did or where I went, it went with me, reminding me I had to reach some kind of conclusion. I had to do something, if not for us, than at least for myself. I felt like fucking Frodo, the One Ring constantly stuck in my mind, tempting me, encroaching on my thoughts, pushing me to and fro because it knew the confusion made it easier for it to control me. What do I do? Should I phone a friend? No... Lee had a very good point, this is between me and Ben. No outsiders, no distractions. I gotta do this for myself. Ripping a piece of paper from a notepad, I laid on the bottom bunk and decided to solve this problem myself. And the best way to do that? A pro/con list! Pro: Summer vacation at a real beach, instead of the brown gross water of the gulf of Mexico... Eww. Con: Forced into a tiny aircraft with a bunch of people to fly halfway across the country. Pro: See Ben again... Con: See Ben again, for a little while... Pro: Ummm Con: Ummm Well... This isn't very helpful. I balled up the paper and tossed it the side. Let's try this again... ... Fuck... Do I want this? My mind says no, don't do it... It'll only make things worse. But love isn't logical... Lust even more so. But do I just want to go over there to sleep with Ben again because my false starts with Lee meant that I needed Ben? Is that why I want to go at all? Just for my dick? That doesn't seem right... And that's just very dumb anyway. Ben probably doesn't even want to try this whole boyfriend situation shitshow again. But if he doesn't... I felt a sudden numbness in my chest... The idea that Ben doesn't want me anymore... It hurts. Even after all the anger and bitterness from the last few months, I still... I still want him to want me. I still want him to love me. That's pathetic, for fucking sure, but... I miss us. I want us together. But will putting us in a position to fall back into our old ways for a week, to then be cast apart again for who knows how long... Is that worth a week a what could be bliss? Not even confirmed bliss, but the fucking chance. That makes it even worse, like playing Blackjack with no eyes. Too many variable, too many bad things that could happen completely out of my control. ... Could I relinquish control and foresight? Could I play it by ear? Could I refrain from letting it escalate? What if Ben does want us back like we were? Could I resist temptation, refrain from eating the apple while trapped in his garden, while his serpent tempts me? If I do, would being cast out of my shoddy heaven be such a bad thing? That's the worst part of this whole thing... All answers lead to situations where there aren't good and bad results, no simple black and white options, nothing is ever simple with us... Just states of being, pathways of emotion, and planes of turbulence. There's no clear cut right or wrong. No Sauron or Kefka or Ansem or Palpatine to fight and conquer, no mystical Force or Espers or Keyblades to guide me, no Fellowship or Rebellion or Guild to have my back. Maybe that's what scares me the most... To be an adult and make real choices because I have to. By myself. Maybe I can't think of myself as some kind of hero in a fantasy story, because that isn't how reality is. Maybe I just need to accept that this is the only step I can take that'll still do the most good, even if it comes with bad. Maybe that's what real life is. Good and bad, holding hands. Fucking shit up and fixing it, together. Maybe I'm just over-thinking it... Maybe the answer is in front of me. Maybe I just say to myself: "Don't think, feel..." _ _ _ _ _ Every night this week I've been sitting next to my phone, waiting... Did he get my note? Was this a stupid idea? Did I pressure him into something and he hates me again? Fuck fuck fuck, I feel like a teen girl again. Maybe I should have just gone whole-hog on the fucking stupid childish note. -Dear Army -Do you like me, tee hee? -Mark the X! -Yes [] -No [] I cringe hard at the whole fucking stupid idea. Why did I do this, ughhhh. Not only did I probably push Army away, I just made myself anxious and all bent out of shape over this stupid fucking note. Stupid, Ben, Stupid Stupid Stupid. . . . . . Another night passed with no response. No game or movie or album could keep me from pacing around my house for the few hours I had after work... Nerves kept getting the better of me. Come on, Ben, you're better than this? Am I though? I've never desperately cared what someone thought till my brother came into the picture. For real. A girl could tell me yes or no and I wouldn't give a fuck, there were always others. Guys too. An endless sea of pussy and ass to replace the ones I already forgot about... But I only got one Army... An Army of One. Ha. ... Fuck that was dumb. . . . . . Guess what?! Still no response. I walked to the Walgreens down the street and bought a pack of cigarettes. Classic Marlboro Reds, to get my mind of this shit. Calm my nerves like it used to. Rushing back home, I sat out on the balcony outside my bedroom and relaxed on the railing, staring out as the night traffic drove on by. Lighting the first, I relaxed and just fiddled with the lighter in my hands, on and off... the flame briefly illuminating a small space then flickering out from the wind... So fragile for something so strong. Could burn all the forests in this state, yet also taken out by a simple burp of wind. My mind wandered as I took another long drag, the smell hooking me and leading me deep into my own mind. Oh, that smell... The lake, my truck, the sun, my brother, me, the warm kiss, the taste of sweat, the feeling of wandering hands, the giggling of a bad joke, the moan of a strong tongue, the cold touch of the breeze, the gentle grip on a neck, the bite of horniness, the grunt of a strong thrust, the gagging of a firm dick... My free hand gripped the now annoyed, hard dick in my shorts. "Yo, buster, give me a hand, will ya?" Big Ben would say. Well, if he's asking... I slip down the front of my shorts and briefs a little, and he springs into action, like a baseball player teasing the pitchers with a practice swing of his long wooden bat, watching the balls with focus and hunger... Ah fuck it. Guess the rest of this cigarette can wait. I grip myself nice and loose, and I let my imagination wander back to the past... He and I in the shower, the feeling of his hot skin as his sits between my legs, making a dumb joke about Slip N' Slides or whatever. Even in my head, my brother is a fucking huge dork. But a sexy one still... Looking back down, I see a nice clear bead of pre-cum at the tip. Damn, I miss how no matter how many times he sucked my dick, he would smile and tell me how good I taste. Even if I didn't shower after practice, or if I just pissed, he would do the same shit. Like a posh bitch at a wine tasting, smacking his tongue a little. "Hmm... I'm getting hints of fruit in this pre-cum?" Yeah, because I sucked you off earlier that day, you fucking fruitcake, and you tasted good so I kept sucking. Ahhh... Yeah, that's it. My hand kept moving up and down, lazy but persistent, making sure I enjoyed every stroke, every feeling. Each time my foreskin uncovered my head again, I felt tingles. He was such a fucking tease, all day... Sometimes he'd drop something and slowly bend down while in front of me and back up just a little, his ass aimed right at my cock, then he would slowly just rise back up. Or would make super dorky jokes about my cock and ass and what he would do to it. "Nice wood you got there, mind if I build a cabin?" "Damn, this bagel all covered in cream cheese reminds me of something." Fuck... He wasn't a super sexual guy sometimes, or even fucking suave about it, but he fucking loved to tease and make me laugh. I miss him... _ _ _ _ _ I laid in his bed, my left hand glued firmly to my crotch, the only piece of clothing left on me was his underwear wound up around my left ankle, like so many times before... The way he could be aggressive, feral... I'd be dressed for school, and he'd just be like "Nope!" and push down my jeans again, pull me to the bed, and hold me down. Or find an empty classroom at school and we'd sneak in ... He'd push me against the wall, his tongue and mine dancing in mutual passion and fear of being caught. He was always so passionate, so filled with desire and love that I never thought possible from him. Even after we'd finish, he'd lay next to me and start laughing at some dumb thing I said when we fucked, some really dumb flirt I'd use to tell him I wanted him because I sucked at just simply asking. The room doesn't smell like he did anymore, but still... laying in his bed, his sheets, his clothes, with his boyfriend... Close enough. Just... close... enough... My breathing picked up pace... _ _ _ _ _ And my hand picked up speed. The powerpoint in my mind flashed more and more stuff... Him riding my dick, his face trying to hide that weird mix of pleasure, the way he would lap at my balls like a dog with peanut butter, him smiling and showing me some cool trick he did in a game, the eyes he'd give me when I said I wanted to kiss him, the little shout of nerves when we were on our last lives in a fighting game together and he would lose because he got cocky... _ _ _ _ _ The way he would present his ass to me for me to eat it because he secretly loved it, when he would put stuff on the top shelf so I couldn't reach and laughed at me when I had to climb on top of the counter and then pull down my pants while I was up there, when he picked me up from the library in the rain and ran to give me his jacket so I wouldn't get cold and wet and I just smelled like him the rest of the night, the way he'd always slip his hands under my shirt and feel my lower back... Damn... Damn it... _ _ _ _ _ Fuck... Can't stop now... "Fuck!" I moan out loud as I shoot everywhere! My stomach, my chest, even my fucking forehead Stupid fucking cannon dick, sometimes, I swear. Shit... I hope no one heard me. _ _ _ _ _ I writhed quietly on his bed as I hit the plateau of passion, rope after rope of cum pooling on my stomach and pubes. Wave after wave of pleasure cascaded in me, like some kind of sex beach where the ocean was made of sex, the sand was also sex, and even the seashells were tiny bits of sex. I rolled my eyes at myself as I caught my breath. Holy hell... _ _ _ _ _ Ahhh jeez, I don't got any rags out here... and this is a nice shirt, I don't wanna yellow it with my mess. I awkwardly shuffle back into my apartment, trying not to drip on anything. Ugh, what am I, a teen who got his first porn? Ugh, I swear I've used that comparison before. Grabbing the towel from the bathroom, I dry myself off from the baby batter tsunami I unleashed on myself. I ditch the rest of my clothes and crash on the bed, feeling relaxed for the first time this week. _ _ _ _ _ I untangle the briefs from my ankle and try my best to clean off the jizz volcano I made. Hopefully the bed didn't squeak too bad, but oh well, too late to worry about that now... Climbing into bed, I lay down and consider crashing, but something in the back of my mind tells me I got one last chore to do... I toss on some shorts and sneak into the kitchen and snatch the phone off the little station... Maybe its the wave of dopamine mixed with nostalgia, but... I think I know what I have to do. Dialing the number I've been scared to touch for the past week, my eye wanders to the note left on the nightstand... _ _ _ _ _ My phone erupts the silence in my room like a fucking wailing cat, making me flinch. Fuck, I just wanna sleep now, I finally got a chance to kick back and pass the hell out... "... H-hello?" I stumble into the phone, groggy as fuck. "Ben?" My heart skips a beat... _ _ _ _ _ I finally find a secluded spot near the gate, a little corner where I can at least charge the new phone Mom got me (the only way she'd let me fly across the country is some assurance she call me or beep me if she wanted to reach me. Thanks, Orwell, for this cellphone nightmare) and still be able to gaze at the people rushing through the hallways trying to reach their flights, like skittering mice stuck in a hellish maze. Guess that makes me one too, huh? It's been almost 2 months since I called Ben and told him I would agree to this, but this slow ass airport makes me want to quit and hide back home. I picked up a copy of some gaming magazine to tide me over, but not even this hard hitting expose on sexy Japanese visual novels and just how sexy they really are can keep me from feeling anxious. Confession time: Its been about a solid decade since I flew on a plane, and now that I'm actually conscious of the fact, plus the whole... FLYING ALONE, BY MYSELF, WITH NO ONE... scares me. Hopefully no one laughs at me as I feel the plane rumble as it takes off into the sky, like a flying pig. "Hey, are you gonna use the other outlet?" I look up and see a guy, gesturing at my phone charger. "Uhhh... Nah, go ahead." I back up a little bit so he could sit next to me. He looks about mid 20's, a little disheveled like he slept here in the terminal. Probably did, poor guy. His super dark hair going all this way and that, messy as hell, with a little bit of an equally dark short beard on his face. This is what the air port does to people, makes them the worst versions of themselves! Literally hell on earth. "Thanks! Sorry, I don't mean to bug you, just my gates over there and all those people took all the charging spots..." He pointed to the section across from us, filled to the brim with mice and rats and other assorted tall rodents, screaming at each other. What I said about hell earlier? I take back, that is truly hell. "Holy shit! I feel sorry for you." The guy smiled. "Trust me, I do too. Didn't think a flight to NYC would be so terrible, but look at that mess." "Right? It better be worth it!" "I hope so. I'm already bummed, the flight I originally was gonna take was canceled, so I had to take a layover here to make it in time." "Oh, where are you from?" "Austin, so not like its too bad of a connecting flight, but fuck. Flying is the worst." "I'm still nervous. My first time going alone." "Ah, it's not that bad. Just make sure to use the restroom when you can! Don't wanna be stuck holding it when the plans all bouncing around when it lands." I shuddred. "Please don't say bouncing. "Ha, sorry... Anyway, where are you going?" "San Diego." "That's a good long flight, those are fun. Take a nap, read a bit, get some stories about how awful the person sitting behind you was. and how he wouldn't stop kicking your seat." He laughed to himself. "That last one sounds pretty real." "Yep. And when I see the fucker who did it, I'm gonna yell at him so hard." He laughed and took a deep breath. "Can't wait to see my boyfriend though. Whole point of this trip" "Oh, you too? That's so sweet." I say it out-loud before I catch myself. Fuck I'm stupid... Freudian slip? Not now, subconscious, I don't know what Ben is anymore... Or what I even want. Or maybe I do. "Yeah. Great to see someone stuck in the same situation as me right now. Nice to meet you, by the way. I'm Cory" "Army, nice to meet you too!" He looks back at the gate and starts standing up. "Shit, guess they are starting to board. Thanks, little guy." "No problem! Enjoy your flight!" I smile at him and wave as he dashes off to go line up. Well, back to my magazine. Bleh, the evils of sexy anime girls... . . . . . After what felt like hours (it was like 40 minutes, but still!), we finally board on the plane and I get a nice spot next the window to look out of. Part of me wants to enjoy the view of the clouds and city, but that same part of me is totally scared that watching the plane take off will fill me with dread and a little vomit. Oh well, too late now. I sit back and relax, absentmindedly watching the presentation: Seatbelts! And How They Work! Eyeroll. Oh well... Time for the 4 hour torture, trapped like tuna in a can with a bunch of smelly people, as we cut through the clouds. The anxiety is killing me... Am I ready to see Ben? Or was this a stupid idea born from a pretty hot fantasy while I was busy jacking off? The months leading up to this were quick, and I tried my best not to think about it... About him. I avoided calling him too much... I wanted to save everything for this day, this final meeting, this whole show of what will happen. Sighing out loud, I look at my hand and see that I dug my fingernails deep into my palm. Yep, this is gonna be a looooooooooong flight. End of Chapter 29 Thanks for reading!