Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2018 18:01:42 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 3 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 I'm really appreciating everyone chiming in with feedback. Y'all have made this a really fun and exciting process for me! Please email me at army.mando9@gmail.com if you have any critcisms or comments, I welcome all feedback! I know this chapter is long and very light on sex, but we're almost at the fireworks factory (so to say)! So enjoy the journey! Chapter 3: A Lie, A Truth, and the Bridge Between Them. The rest of the week had a cloud of impotent teenage rage storming in our shared bedroom. Bens already short temper has now been snipped in half, over reacting to any little thing. Thankfully, due to my now changing feelings for Ben, I decided to swap from prodding the beast, to comforting him. I suggested games to play (Avoiding racing games, since that seems like a sore spot) or things to watch, (Ditto on some Fast and the Furious... Well, the second part was appropriate at least) but naturally Ben would rather stew, staring at his phone and texting disappointed ladies who couldn't ride in his truck. Such a shame. But a major opportunity presented itself, thanks to a seemingly dumb suggestion from mom at dinner. "You know, Ben, they are redoing testing in a few weeks. Apparently the original teacher was caught taking bribes and all the tests were thrown out." Bens ears perked up, the first sign of excitement from him in days. " You're saying I could have dropped this bitch a $20 and got a license." "Ben!" Mom rolled her eyes. "She was caught, so it wouldn't have mattered now, would it? Point is, you get a free re-test, and you are going to pass... legitimately. No sleeping with teacher either for bonus points." "Ma!" Ben retorted. "Listen, your brother always does super well on written tests. He'll tutor you... " She turned to me, eyes begging for me to accept, "won't you, honey?" Ben scoffed, "I don't need his help. I got this." I decided to take a stand. My mind raced with the rewards. Helping Ben get something he desperately needs, getting 1 on 1 time where he can't be mean, and working mutually... plus we can sit close to each other, and I can just get drunk smelling him, maybe our hands will touch lightly trying to grab the same pencil, that we'll look at each other in the eyes and our lips will be drawn close together and... "So will you help me or not, dork?" Oh right, I have to actually say something. "Yeah, I'll help. Just give me your book later and we can start tonight." Mom was delighted, probably sensing a fraternal bonding moment could be made. Or excited at the prospect of not being the only driving adult in this house. Ben was less than enthused about my help. He decided to reward my volunteering with a few kicks under the table and some flung food when moms back was turned. Once our food was finished, Ben and I returned to our room, and I grabbed the untouched Drivers Ed book. "So dork..." Ben started, trying to still undermine me despite my new found semi-authority. "Ben, just tell me what you remember from the test. I'll read over the book tonight, and just help you what you need to know to pass the written portion. Easy, right?" I wanted to make this was simple, so Ben isn't mad from useless info he doesn't need, and I can make sure to give him the best chance to pass. " Oh... okay. Let me see..." Ben and I sat on his bed, and we talked. No trading insults, no attempts to threaten each other... Hell, we barely even cursed. It was refreshing, but even better... it was nice seeing Ben try. Effort comes so hard to someone so used to being effortless... Or lazy... "So I know there were a lot of dumb short-answer ones on that 'Right on Way,' tons of multiple choice on signs and all that junk, and which people are okay to run over or whatever." I smiled. "I think its 'Right of Way,' but yeah, we can do some easy study stuff on stop signs and not running over kids. I'll just write and make some stuff tomorrow so we can work. Do you remember anything else on there?" Eventually we just got bored of this, but I could tell Ben was actually kind of excited. He kept cracking jokes and making me laugh, and I returned the banter, eager to impress him. He tossed me a game controller and told me we should stop studying for the night. He popped on a split screen game, and we just relaxed next to eachother. Mom came in to check on us, and seemed happy to see us not tormenting each other. But apparently Ben had changed his mind, kicked me off the bed, turned off the game, and kicked off the insults. Much to his chagrin, though, I refused to instigate his nonsense now. I knew there was a better brother deep in there. Just gotta get him to come out. And also maybe "come out"... Yes, I know, super far cry from reality, but hey, a guy can dream. I just returned to my bed, opened my book, and returned to my evening "Brief Watch." Fancy black ones tonight, like a professional model at some kind of night club. Not much else to report, but at least my cock still got instantly hard at the sight of him like this. Exposed but not vulnerable, sexy but not undignified, manly but not over-compensating. Things took a very strong turn a few days into tutoring. Well, strong turn is lightly putting it. We metaphorically drove off the cliff... We spent the evening at the dinner table, trying to study some more. Thanks to my planning and Ben's eagerness to actually learn, we worked out a system that worked for studying this driving stuff. He could answer questions without me subbing in all the words for him now, he remembered signs and rules, and even colored in the lines on a picture I gave him without realizing it was a joke till after he was done. But there was that stark change in his personality halfway through, when mom came back with dinner. Ben sort of retreated back into hostility and mockery, not taking anything I said seriously and instead spitting out dumb insults and flinging shit and messing on his phone. I was confused, since it seemed like a coin flip, going from sweet and nice to being a jerk again. Mom brought out a few plates and we shared some pizza, but not even food could sate Ben's sudden urge for antagonism. "Wow," mom explained, looking at all the work on the table. "Looks like y'all were kept busy. Think you'll be ready by Monday, Ben?" Ben scoffed loudly. "Maybe, but I doubt it. Army spent more time trying to play games then help me." "Umm..." I looked at mom in confusion. "Well 1- Not true, you can see all my damn hand writing on these papers. And 2- I actually don't have to help you, you know..." "If you wanna call being a whiny bitch 'helping,' then yeah, you're the biggest helper here." Ben sniped back. "'This is boring, Ben. I'm sorry you're so stupid and I'm too smart for you.'" He mocked me, in some weird high pitched voice... Is that how I sound like? "You'd be bored too if you had to teach a dumb monkey how to dance, and he'd rather smell his own shit." I was losing my patience. "My shit is more interesting than listening to you drone on and on and on!" "BOYS!" Mom stepped in. "Stop this. Ben, why-" RING The phone interrupted. Mom goes to answer it, leaving me to glare at this petty stranger that has replaced my brother. "Fuck is wrong with you, Ben? Why are you lying?" I whispered. He stayed silent, just watching mom finish her call. "Listen, whatever's going on, I'll deal with later. Can't even enjoy our dinner in peace. My boss locked himself out of the shop, so I need to go help him out." Mom grabbed her keys. "Finish eating and just... behave. Don't fight... Or burn the house down. Whichever comes first." She rushed out, and in her place, the comfort of silence has taken hold. I turn back to the table, and Bens already gone, retreating to our bedroom. I swallowed my food, swallowed my drink, and finally, swallowed my pride. I need to deal with whatever Ben's problem is myself. Walking to the door, I rehearse what I want to say, what needs to be said, and what I can't say. I don't want to scare him off or make this worse. We both have a temper, and I don't want our moody teenage angst to butt heads. I try the door knob, but its locked. I knock instead. "Ben, can we talk?" "Fuck off, go away." Ben mutters back. Sometimes it feels like I have a sister... I decide to just skip this face-to-door argument and play my first trump card. I grab the toolbag from the supply closet. "You realize the door just needs a small screwdriver to open it, right? You know mom can only afford off brand locks." Silence. A few seconds with the door knob (holy hell this off brand shit is... well shit), and I unlock it. I slip in to the room and find Ben just lying on his bed, staring at the bottom of my bunk, looking both too annoyed and too cool to talk to his little brother about his feelings. I take a seat on the floor next to his bed, and I wait. Give him the illusion he has control of this conversation... or maybe I just wanted to avoid him calling me some dumb name. "What do you want, faggot?" Well, that's out the window. I sigh. "Ben, whats wrong with you? We spent the last few days like 80% getting along great, you actually be fun and... well, not a dick. Then you just go all Jekyl and Hyde on me, and you turn into a real cuntface." "Takes one to know one." He said, a slight smirk on his face. "Really? What are you, 7?" I couldn't help but laugh at whatever pathetic playground insult that was. Ben's methods are crude but he knows how to make me laugh and chop down any sense of authority I thought I had. "Army, just leave me alone. Go finish eating." He turned to face away with me, trying to make me give up. "No. Not till we can get over whatever this problem is you have with me. Like one moment you're just cracking jokes and acting like my brother, then out of nowhere, you..." Then it hit me. "Everytime mom shows up!" "W-what... No... I just... I hate you. Can't stand your stupid... your guts. Or whatever. Go away. Talk about your bitch feelings like a dumb bitch to someone else." Ben stuttered out. I'm proud of myself, I got him. "Oh fuck off with that. Why? What is it about mom? Are you mad that you have to live with me? Share your privacy? Or is it because you miss your dad?" "Just shut up, you don't know what you're talking about!" "I'm close, though, aren't I? Do you miss your friends back home? Or did your dad have another son and you liked him more as a brother?" My heart sank itself when I said that. I don't know about my brothers other family well, and never considered someone already took the cool little brother spot from me... "Its that, isn't it... I'm not cool or whatever. I guess I get that... I'm not good at sports or talking to girls, so you probably miss your "real" brother. I'm boring and not really interesting... I'm sorry..." "No! I'm just..." Ben sputtered out, wore down from my pity party. He sat up and faced me, struggling to find the words. "Then what is it?" "Army, listen... I'm ... I feel... Fuck, this is stupid..." The conflict etched itself deeper on Bens face. His normally handsome face marked by stress, strong veins on his head forming, jaw stiff, discomfort in his eyes. "Spit it out, you fuck!" My patience was wearing thin. Get to the damn point, you little girl. "I'm jealous of you! Fucking happy!? You got to live with mom all your life, she wanted you and kept you. She got rid of me the first moment she could, and made me live with my dad and his awful family in the middle of fucking nowhere. I grew up on a dumb farm! My dad didn't know what he was doing, and my grandpa was just mean. And I see you, happy and smart and shit, and I hate myself." Bens voice started cracking. "Dad shipped me off to live here because he found some dumb new wife, and I just... Fuck..." I sat there, shocked. Silence had taken over the room, I watched as Ben's hands tensed up hard. My mind had gone blank. No words, no ideas, nothing... I was left at a loss, which left me with only one option. "Ben, stand up." I managed to say, barely a whisper. Without comment, he got up off his bed, and stood in front of me. I never appreciated Ben's height till now, forced to look up to meet his eyes, a nice 6' to my 5'4". I stretched out my arms and hugged him, hard, tight, trying to force all my feelings and emotions into this hug. He hesitantly returned the hug at first, but eventually the macho pretense dropped and he actually hugged me back. He forced my face deep into his chest, and I got a little lost in a haze of hormones and bodyspray. I step back, feeling ready to actually respond... well, as ready as any person can be after that emotional confession. "Listen... I... The thing is... " I started and stopped repeatedly. Nevermind, I was NOT ready for this. Stop overthinking this, Armando. Don't think. Feel. Taking a deep breath, I tried again. "I've always been jealous of you. I'm just a dumb meek kid, some girly mommas boy. You were always tall, strong, manly, and I'll never be like you. You think living with mom was nice? We still grew up dirt poor, mom works most of the time so I raised more by our TV than her. And my dad..." I trailed off. "Its been hard. Watching mom work herself so hard so I don't notice the real issues. Its fucking awful, watching her do these dumb jobs and get treated like shit... And then you come back home to us... I was so happy. I neede-" I cut myself off, trying to avoid confessing. " We needed you." I sat down on the bed, and Ben joined me. I looked him in the face, and stayed silent. We just gazed at each other for a few minutes, studying each other, trying to find words. "Army, I'm sorry... I guess I sort of just dreamt it was always great over here... Whenever we saw each other, you were always impressing me with how much you know or being good at a game and stuff, I just... I never knew. You looked happy." Ben sighed. " I'm sorry I keep trying to hurt you and make some dumb shitshow in front of mom. I just don't want her to forget about me..." I hit him on the shoulder. "You don't have to push me down for that, you idiot. This is the happiest moms been in a long time... I guess she regrets letting your dad take you completely. She's trying, and I'm trying too... Don't let your insecurity drive a wedge between us. I... I'll always love you." Damn, feelings are fucking me up. My voice is shaking. "You're my baby bro, I'll always love and protect you... But I'll lay off most of the shit talk and hitting. Just stop being so much of a know-it-all brat!" He laughed. "Hey, when you know it all..." A thought hit my head... Do I play my hand now? Well... Might as well do it now. Plus, hes the reason I've had this revelation, and if he could be honest with me, maybe I can be honest with him... "Ben... can I..." My voice shook from anxiety. "Can I tell you something too?" "Go ahead, dork. Whats up? Can't be any worse than my thing..." "Well... I'm... I'm gay. I like guys." I closed my eyes, scared that the look he'll give me will hurt worse than any hit or punch. Silence. I open one of my eyes, hesitant... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Ben has doubled over, laughing at me, hard, cackling like a witch who finally captured some kids to eat. "Tell me something I don't know, you queer." Ben says inbetween more laughing. I look down, upset... That little bitch. "Army!" Ben stands up again, looking down at me. "Get up, come on." I'm worried. I don't know what hes gonna do now. I can't read anything in this situation. "Come here, dork." He grabs me and pulls me into a very tight hug, easily lifting me like tiny teddy bear. I felt smothered into his chest again, feeling his laughs through that intoxicating chest again. "Don't worry about it, okay? I don't care. Well, I care, because now I can't share my old porn collection with you, so its useless." He lowers me down to the ground again, still giggling at me. "Its not useless to you, yet, Mr. Can't Get Any Action." I snapped back. "Hey! Once I get my license, I'll be swimming in pussy." "With your skill, you'll be running over pussy..." We laughed and kept making jabs. But for the first time in a long time, I felt... elated. I felt light, relieved of my secret. But even better? I felt like Ben and I had a real connection now. No bullying, no schadenfreude, no lies. Just brotherly love. And soon actual love... End of Chapter 3 Thanks for reading everyone!