A few minutes after five in the morning, I wake up with Dustin cozily nestled into my side. He is out of his sleeping bag with only his Dragon Ball briefs on and his left hand draped across my partially uncovered chest. He's sleeping like a baby with a peaceful expression on his face - as much of it as I can see because it is so close. I lay there, motionlessly, waiting for my soul to return to my body after the night. I never felt more guilty for feeling this amazing. If not for the urging pressure at my bladder, I'd be glad to stay like this for hours.
I stir a few times, and when it's clear that Dustin won't wake up, I carefully remove his arm and roll him onto his back. He mumbles and lets out a few grunts but seems to be completely out. A thought runs through my head. Should I return the favor? Feel the thrill of playing with someone in their sleep? Dustin's Dragon Ball bulge is invitingly packed, the little hump asking to be squeezed and caressed. What if that's what he wants? Is it a double game he plays? He said he was trying to tell me... Is he trying to force me to make the first move?
Not gonna happen. Adopted or not, he's my brother! And sure, we're hardly the first brothers in history to fool around. I'm not a prude. There's nothing bad about fooling around, even between brothers. And the fact that technically we're not related makes it even less wrong, if not right.
But talking to your brother's dick, sucking it, and swallowing his load like it's fucking ambrosia escapes the definition of fooling around.
As silently as possible, I crawl out of my sleeping bag without unzipping it. My dick is painfully hard, like every morning. At least for once, my chest isn't all covered in dry cum. The thought would be comforting if not for the fact that the cum was instead being slowly digested inside Dustin's little stomach.
I lean to the side to fish out fresh clothes from my backpack when I feel something soft and warm grab my dick around the hilt. I turn around quickly, but Dustin's still asleep. His hand is curled around my dick, but his face is relaxed, and his breathing slow. I stare down for a second. Is he doing it on purpose? Or is he so fixated on my dong that he seeks it on auto-pilot even in his sleep?
I grab his hand to free myself, but I give in to the temptation and hump my dick into his fist for a while. God, it feels so good. I fuck his hand in slow motions for half a minute, not caring how wrong this is. Then I gently unwrap Dustin's fingers and lay his hand aside. I put on my boxer briefs, take my stuff and slowly sneak out of the tent.
I'm rarely up this early. The grass feels cool on my feet with the morning dew. The campsite is still asleep. I stretch out and look over the colorful roofs of tents. They're placed far apart for easy navigation. The distance provides privacy. I wish I knew what else was going on inside those tents after dark. Are we the only fucked up, pervy tent in the whole campsite? I doubt it.
It's going to be a while before there's hot water in the showers, but there's something else I have to do, and it can't wait. I walk to the campfire. A narrow trail of smoke escapes from the cooling ashes. I watch it for a few seconds, sit on a thick log serving as a bench, and dial Dad's number. If my calculations are correct, he should be stuck in traffic on the way to the office.
"Hello?" he says when he picks up.
"Hey, Dad, can you talk?"
"Yes, Jacob, I can. Did something happen?"
"No, at least not yet," I say. I can hear the hum of the traffic in the background and take a deep breath before continuing. "I know that Dustin is adopted," I manage eventually. It takes all the air in my lungs to say it, and I patiently wait for Dad's reaction.
"Oh," he says, and there's silence for a few seconds. "How did you find out?"
"I overheard you and mom talking about it a couple of years ago. It's not important. The reason I'm calling now is because people keep wondering out loud... you know, about us looking so different. I don't think Dustin connected the dots, but it's only a matter of time."
There's a deep sigh on the other end. "Jacob, we were going to tell you boys eventually... Believe me, it was for the best."
"I know, Dad."
"We're going to talk to Dustin right after the camp."
"It may be too late," I say plainly. "There hasn't been a single day without someone giving us a weird look. If it goes on, I'm going to tell him. If he learns the wrong way... he'll never forgive you guys."
"Jacob... you know it never happened before. We couldn't predict that all of a sudden..."
"I know, Dad, it's fine. I'm just giving you a heads-up. I can handle it."
"You're right, son," Dad says after the pause. "It never seemed like the right moment... but we got stuck waiting for it to come, but would it ever? Jacob, I trust your judgment. We'll talk about it when you boys are back home."
"Yes, Dad."
"I'm glad you called me. How is the camp so far? Is everything fine?"
"Uh..." I hesitate. "Yeah, all is fine."
"Jacob? Is there anything wrong?"
Damn it. He's too perceptive. Yeah, Dad, all is fine. I discovered Dustin had become the leader and the only member of a cult worshiping my big fat dick in my sleep. He's been giving me wet dreams for the past few months, and last night he swallowed my load like a pro cocksucker. Oh, and he let his friends become little initiates, too. Tonight he's throwing my dick a fucking party! Nothing out of the ordinary.
"Uh..." I mutter instead, "Dustin got a sunburn."
"Did he use sunscreen?"
"Uh, not really. I was going to ask him but then..."
"Jacob! That was your job as an older brother to make sure Dustin puts on his sunscreen! This is a serious health concern, and you can't..." he speaks, but I tune out for the rest of the sermon. At least it should stop him from digging further. And I bet he's mainly mad at himself for mishandling Dustin's adoption secret and letting it out on me.
A few minutes later, the call is over. It's still twenty minutes before six, so I scan the field for Alex's blue and yellow Puma tent. I quickly spot it and move in its direction.
"Alex," I hiss, hoping he's not asleep. I wonder if being an early riser like me contributes to the fact that we vibe so much. But he doesn't answer.
"Alex," I try again, a little louder. I'm about to give up when I hear stirring from the inside, and a few seconds later, Alex's head appears in the opening, his hair messy and eyes half-open.
"What's up?" he asks.
"I couldn't sleep. Wanna hang out before showers?"
"Uh..." he looks away. "Yeah. Gimme a minute."
Alex disappears inside the tent and zips up the tent quickly. Not quickly enough, though. Before he seals the opening, I catch a glimpse of a dark-haired boy sleeping inside. And I know that Alex has a tent for himself. Something tells me that it is Jon who has slept alone today.
I respectably walk away and wait before Alex comes out with his towel.
"Did you sleep well?" I ask with a smirk.
"Uh, kinda," he answers evasively. "Still half-sleeping. It's early."
"Yeah. I had to call my dad."
"Why?"
"I'm going to tell Dustin he's adopted."
"Really?"
We stop next to the bathrooms, and I look Alex in the eyes.
"Yeah. I can't risk him learning the wrong way. Too many people know or suspect."
"Whoa... I'm still sorry for my comment on the first day."
"It's fine," I say. "I'm happy that you know. You're my best friend. We shouldn't have any secrets."
"Yeah, I appreciate it," Alex says but looks away. "Hey, it's already six. Let's hit the showers."
The water takes a while to get warm enough to step under. I look at Alex standing in front of me, lost in thoughts. I've seen him countless times, but his brown, thick bush is still new to me. I'm not surprised that Max loved it at first sight. I'm not being jealous or anything. Just saying.
"We should hang out more today," I break the silence. "I barely saw you yesterday."
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. We totally should..." he says unenthusiastically.
"You and Max hit it off big time, huh?" I ask directly. Time to end the bullshit.
That finally makes Alex look up at me. "Max? Oh, yeah, he's fun. You should hear him talk about soccer." I don't say anything and keep looking at him with a knowing smirk. Alex chuckles nervously when he sees it. "What?"
"You tell me. I'm not blind, dude. You know you can tell me anything."
"But there's nothing to say. What do you mean? We just hang out!" he continues stubbornly, refusing to look me in the eyes.
"Alex, listen. I'm your friend. It's gonna feel better if you tell someone."
That makes him look at me in panic. Shit, he knows that I know. And he thinks I'm going to hate him for it. Without thinking, I take a few steps and hug him tightly, not concerned that we're both buck-naked. Alex hugs me back and starts panting like a dog.
"Dude... I love him so much," he whispers into my neck.
"I know, man. I'm so happy for you."
"He's just so smart, so funny and cute..." Alex rambles.
"I know. You look so great together. You don't need to fear anything."
"... and he always knows how to make me feel good, and he's so beautiful."
As Alex talks, I can feel his dick go hard and press against my thigh. I reach down and stroke it playfully. "That's the only proof you're into him," I chuckle.
"Yeah," he chuckles too. "Sorry for that. I just can't stop thinking about him."
"Better stop for a while, or someone will get the wrong idea," I wink and pat his boner playfully. It's the first time I see it hard. It looks super hot - it's one of those that point straight up when hard.
"You're right. I'm so happy that you know, Jacob. It's such a relief!"
"Told ya. If you guys want to come out to everyone, you know I will have your back."
"I'm not sure about that... but I appreciate it."
We finish showering in silence, but Alex keeps giving me a grateful smile whenever I look at him. His dick finally decides to go down a little, but it's still half-mast when a few boys storm the shower and tease him for his condition. It's all light-hearted, though.
The day passes uneventfully from there. Alex and Max have probably noticed suspicious looks coming their way and choose to spend it separately. I can still see them looking at each other often and even waving from time to time. These guys are so adorable I wanna puke. As a result, I don't see much of Dustin either, but it's probably for the best. I'm not here to babysit him. I see him, Max, and Jon make some new friends. There's nothing to worry about, so I spend the day with my friends. Cole has joined our group too. I didn't interact much with him last year, but he's a great dude. And no, I'm not jealous of his dick size.
Fast forward to the campfire in the evening, and I'm coming back from the bushes where I went to relieve my bladder. I'm busy tugging my cock back into my swim trunks (it's so warm that we didn't bother changing after swimming) and start walking back when I catch a glimpse of a shadow, and something jumps on my back from behind.
"Dusty!" I yell when he wraps his arms and legs around me like a crab.
"Ride, pony!" he giggles as I struggle to shake him off. I finally manage to do it and pin him to the ground. He never stops laughing like a maniac and trying to wriggle his way out.
"Stop fighting, or I won't let you go!"
"Okay," he concedes and finally relaxes under my weight, looking at me with tired, excited eyes. I can't decide whether I hate or love how he looks at me. I stand up and help him get up before his excitement rubs off on me, literally.
"Had a good day, huh?" I ask when he jumps to his feet.
"Yeah, this camp is great!"
"I'm happy to hear it, Dusty. I'm really proud of you."
His smile fades a little as he raises his eyebrows, and we continue walking back to the campfire. "Proud? Why?"
"I'll be honest, I thought I would have to babysit you and you'd ruin the camp for me, but I was so wrong. I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad that you caused no trouble."
"Wow, thanks, bro!"
"... if you keep it up. There are still a few more days."
"I know. I'll be good. I'm not a baby."
"I know you're not," I say and ruffle his hair.
"Hey, Jacob..." he says and stops before we rejoin the group.
"What's up, Dusty?"
"I was thinking... shouldn't we shower? You know, to get fresh before bed."
"Are you implying that I stink?" I ask.
"Well, we both stink," he winks at me.
"I don't know, that's how we've always done it. Just one shower in the morning."
"Yeah, but earlier, you had a tent to yourself."
I'm about to brush it off when I get a weird feeling. Is there another reason why he wants me to be extra clean tonight?
"Fair point, bro," I say. "Let's do it your way tonight."
All things aside, it is a good idea. It's one of those things we've always done a certain way, and no one ever questioned it.
When the day comes to an end, we take our showers. I'm surprised to see quite a few boys there. And here I thought nobody showers in the evening. Dustin shows no signs of shyness anymore - good progress in just a few days.
As we head back to our tent, I become nervous. The prospect of telling Dustin about him being adopted suddenly seems scary. I kinda get it that Mom and Dad never had the guts to do it. Will he brush it off? Will it break his heart? You just don't know... every outcome is equally possible.
"Dusty..." I start when we're in our sleeping bags. I flip to my side, and he does the same to look me in the eyes.
"Yes?" he asks, somewhat nervously.
"I have something important to tell you."
He just stares at me with his big brown eyes. Not sure what I expected. No matter how much buildup I do, I have to say the words. There's only one way to put it. Any euphemism will only make it more awful.
"You're not curious what it is?" I ask to buy time.
Dustin smiles at my awkwardness. "Well, you didn't say anything yet. I'm waiting."
"I did," I counter. "I said that I have something important to tell you."
"Then just spit it out, silly," he says impatiently.
"Uh, I need you to know that..." I pause and look away. What's the deal with my brain making the words stuck in my throat? Just say it, Jacob, it's not that hard!
I take a deep breath, and my mouth speaks on its own. "I need you to know that you're the best little brother I could ever hope for," I say with all sincerity but still kick myself for chickening out.
"Is that what you wanted to say?" he asks.
"Yes," I lie. "I didn't know how to put it, so it doesn't sound cheesy."
"It's fine, Jacob," he says and gives me his cute little smile. "You're the best big bro, too. And I also have an important thing to confess..."
"What is it?" I ask, and my heart starts pumping faster.
"I've wanted to speak my heart out for a while..." he starts teasingly. "But I'm afraid of how you would react."
"It's fine, Dusty. You can tell me anything. I accept you for everything you are."
"Okay. I will tell you... but only when you tell me what you were really going to say."
I stare at him, feeling like a fool. I miss when Dusty was seven years old, and I could make him believe anything I wanted. Now he's too smart.
"Why do you think there was something else?" I ask, playing bluff.
"Come on, something's on your mind," his cheeky smile is killing me. "Speak up!"
"Let's just go to sleep, Dusty," I say and turn, facing away. I screwed up so much. Why couldn't I just say it? Now it's going to be weird... Well, today, nothing terrible happened. Maybe we can make it till the end of the camp without incidents, and I'll make Mom and Dad break it to him. Shit, I should be better than that.
After a while, I can hear Dustin adjusting inside his sleeping bag, too. "Goodnight, Jacob," he just says.
"Goodnight, Dusty."
That's it for chapter six. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for all the suggestions and ideas - I tried to incorporate as many as I could. Keep them coming! - deann.thomas@protonmail.com
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