I jump out of the tent and look around, but I can't see any trace of Dustin. I shouldn't have bothered finding and wearing my boxers. There's not a living soul. I lost precious seconds, letting my little bro escape. I was hoping to see him theatrically crying somewhere nearby, but no luck. I curse to myself. Most kids running away actually want to be found and consoled; make a scene. Looks like Dustin wants to be lost for real.
Driven by instinct, I slip on my shoes and run between the tents, paying attention not to trip on an outstretched guy rope. The starry night and almost full moon illuminate the sparse forest, but I'm scared I'll trip over a gnarled root or a stray rock. I trot for a minute in a random direction, and just when I'm about to give up, I see a silhouette of a boy standing in the distance. When he sees me, he starts running in the opposite direction.
"Dustin!" I call after him, but he doesn't stop.
He's fast, but I have shoes, and Dustin's barefooted - and completely naked. I'm closing in on him quickly, and just when I'm about to grab him, he trips and falls on the ground, letting out a short scream. He tries to stand up immediately, but I pin him to the ground. He fights me for a few seconds, but it's futile - I got both his wrists in my arms. He's strong for his age but no match for me. After a while, he stops fighting. He closes his eyes tightly and turns his head to the side as if expecting a punch. I breathe hard and look at his terrified face. For fuck's sake...
"Dusty, it's fine. Look at me. It's fine. I won't harm you. Just look at me."
It takes me some convincing before Dustin dares to crack his eye and look up at me, repeatedly wincing as if expecting a blow coming at his face any second. When I don't move, he finally opens his eyes, sad and confused.
"You're not going to kill me," he says.
It's not a question. It doesn't even sound like Dustin is speaking to me. It's more like he's explaining to himself, comforting himself. He starts breathing through his mouth as if about to cry or have a panic attack. I can't let that happen. My heart bleeds seeing him like that, dirty, naked, and helpless, looking like a boy who's alive but whose life has virtually ended. Without thinking, I lean down and press my lips to his. Dustin moans in protest, shocked by my action, but I don't back off. He wiggles, making one more hopeless attempt to free himself, but slowly calms down, and his moans evolve from panicked to relieved. After a minute or two, he finally feels limp underneath me, but he turns his head away, parting our mouths.
"What are you doing?" he whispers, accenting every word.
"I would never harm you, Dusty, no matter what you do. I love you."
I don't know where these words come from. They definitely don't come from a place of maturity and responsibility. They were born somewhere deep in my heart, and I know because they escape my mouth without the participation of the brain. Yet they feel authentic and right, and that seems to terrify Dustin even more for some reason.
At this point, I don't care. I kiss him again, and this time, after the initial surprise, Dustin returns the kiss. And boy, does he mean it! Unsurprisingly, Dustin is an incredible kisser, and his experienced lips return the affection, sending shivers down my spine. I feel hot and cozy. It goes on for a couple of minutes, and I feel something stiff, hot, and wet press against my belly button. I grind against his hardness, and Dustin reciprocates, moaning in delight. My dick stiffens inside my boxer briefs, and the head peeks through the leg opening.
We make out for another minute, and I let Dustin's tongue explore my mouth and do everything I know he wanted to do for a long time. But then I let go of his lips and quickly kiss my way down his body. Dustin understands my intentions and stretches out like a string, pushing his hips up and offering me his hard, sensitive dick that I swallow without wasting any more time.
"Oh yes, Jacob..." he moans.
I've never given a blowjob - being passively face-fucked doesn't count - but I make up for it with devotion. I use my thumb and index finger to encircle Dustin's balls and dick at its hilt and go down on him wildly, taking all four inches into my mouth and sucking like a popsicle. Judging by his squirms and lustful moans, it works.
"Oh fuck, Jacob," he whispers.
He places his hands on my head and starts humping again, slowly taking over the control until I stop moving my head and only work with my tongue, still using my right hand to play with his balls. It's clear that he's desperate to get off, and I'm not going to stop him. I'm not here to make love to him all night - that may come another time - but to make a statement. And the statement won't be complete without my adopted brother cumming inside my mouth.
"Oh, oh, mmm, mmm, I love you, Jacob, I love you, I love you," he moans with his eyes closed. His face is delightful to watch, taken over by lust and articulating his affection compulsively. There's suddenly a salty, kind of juicy flavor on my tongue and Dustin's impatient humps hint that he's getting close.
"Mhmm... I'm cumming," Dustin manages, out of breath. His little, lean body stiffens, and his tween cock pulsates between my lips. Then I feel three squirts of hot cum landing on my tongue that I quickly collect and swallow.
I gently chew Dustin's spent dick for a few more seconds before letting it go. I look up at his face, but he lies there with his eyes closed and his chest heaving. I give him a moment to rest before I go back to his eye level and hug him tightly. His cheek is hotter than mine, and I can almost feel his post-orgasmic bliss when I cover his body with mine.
"I'm so sorry, Jacob," Dustin whispers barely audibly, but his voice breaks anyway.
"I forgive you," I say.
"We raped you. I'm the worst perv in the world."
"You might be, lil bro. But then, so am I because I enjoyed it a lot."
"Really?"
"Duh. Some of the best orgasms of my life."
"Orgasms? In... plural? Wait... when did you..."
I caress his hair soothingly and hug him even tighter.
"It's been the best camp ever, Dusty."
"Oh no. Oh god. Oh no, no, no," he repeats, squeezing my back hard and burying his head into my neck with shame.
"It's fine, Dusty. I won't tell anybody."
"Do you promise?"
"Yes. Not a word. Not even about your little chat sessions with my dick."
"Oh fuck," he groans and sobs for a few seconds, but I don't think he's really crying. "That's so embarrassing," he adds.
"Don't worry, little bro, it will be our little secret. I may tease you from time to time, but I won't let any real harm happen to you. Ever.
"Wait... did you..." he hesitates. "Did you hear me talking about you being..."
"Adopted?"
"Yeah."
"Yes, I did, you dummy. But you got the facts wrong."
"How?" he asks. "Don't you think it's suspicious that we look nothing alike?"
"Yeah, we don't. What's more, only one of us looks like our parents. You know - pale skin, blond hair..."
I swear I can almost see math equations circling around Dustin's head, you know, like in that meme. At first, he's about to counter my argument, but then, adorably, the puzzle pieces seem to slowly fit.
"I'm adopted," he finally whispers. That's more revelations for a single night than he should have to endure, but he looks more embarrassed than surprised or sad. "Jacob... am I dumb?"
I just chuckle and lift my head to look him in the eyes. He looks so cute and fragile with his dark hair and brown, trusting eyes. It's hard to believe there's so much going on there, and the boy is not innocent. But still, in some ways, he remains just a little kid, no matter how intelligent, mature, and experienced he is. I kiss him slowly, this time without a rush. Dustin throws his arms around my neck and teaches me, licking, chewing, sucking, and even biting. Compared to the boy, I'm like a wooden log, but I'm doing my best, and we effectively bring kissing to the next level. Dustin's tool poking my abdomen again proves that he feels good, too.
"Does it matter to you?" I ask when we break apart after a few minutes. "That we're not really brothers? Because it doesn't matter to me."
Dustin shakes his head. "No, I'm just sad I'll never be as hot as you."
"Did you just call me hot?"
The way he just bites his lower lip without answering couldn't be less subtle.
"Dusty, we will talk later. Now we need to go back."
"Wait," he stops me and squeezes me tightly, not letting me go. "I need to cum again."
"Whoa, you little horndog. We can do something about it back in the tent."
"No, here," he says and pierces me with his eyes with confidence. He's not going to take no for an answer, and something about it makes me want to comply.
"If you insist," I smile. "How do you want to cum?"
"Just kiss me," he says and pulls me in. Meanwhile, his right hand travels down my back and dives between our groins to reach his cock.
Dustin jerks off with passion as we kiss, and I can feel his pumping fist on my belly and hard dick. I consider joining him, but I came less than an hour ago, and I feel like it's wiser to save my stamina for better things than that. Dustin must've been really horny. It only takes him half a minute before he moans into my mouth, and I feel hot and sticky fluid land just above my trimmed pubic patch.
I give Dusty a moment to come down before asking, "happy now?" and he nods with a silly grin. "Alright, so let's go."
"Uh, uh," he stops me again, and his hands start wandering up and down my back. One of them is a bit sticky. "Just two more minutes, and we can go.
"Alright, two minutes," I sigh. Guess it doesn't matter that much. No one is looking for us, and everyone is asleep anyway. We spend at least five minutes hugging in silence, but I can swear it's closer to ten.
I'm about to get up when I feel Dustin grab his spent dick and pump on it.
"Are you kidding me?" I ask when it's clear that he's jerking off again.
"Shh," he just says and closes his eyes. I shake my head and get back on my knees. For a minute, I look at Dustin masturbating, enjoying the view. Then I replace his hand on his dick with mine and jerk him off to his third orgasm in less than thirty minutes. This time, just a single drop of white, foamy fluid escapes his piss slit, and I gather it with my tongue.
"Okay, we can go now!" Dustin exclaims and almost jumps to his feet. But then he screams and falls to the ground before I can catch him.
"What happened?" I kneel next to him and watch as he massages his ankle.
"I think it's twisted," he utters, grimacing in pain.
"Shit," I cuss. He must've hurt it when he fell. Weird he didn't feel it until now. I hope it's not sprained.
"Ow, it hurts!"
"We need to lay you down in bed, Dusty. I'll give you a piggy ride, okay?"
"Okay."
It takes us a minute or two to get Dustin on my back, and when he's comfortable, I start walking. He's not five years old anymore, but I don't have any problems carrying him through the woods.
"Watch the branches," Dustin says from above.
"Aye, aye," I smirk, feeling his wet dickhead on my neck.
The campsite is dead asleep. We safely make it to our tent, but when we reach it, I notice something is wrong. The tent is moving, and I hear muffled voices from the inside. I stop in my tracks, and a few seconds later, I see Cole's head sticking out of the entrance. He freezes in place when he sees us, and we just stare at each other without words.
I open my mouth to ask him what he's doing there, but then I hear a loud slap and Jon's voice from the inside.
"Move your ass. Let's bail before they're back."
Cole gets out of the tent with a guilty look, and Jon quickly follows.
"Oh," Jon says when he notices us. He's holding baby oil in his hand and hides it behind his back, too late.
"Hey guys," Dustin says innocently.
I just shake my head. "Get out of here, you two."
They stare at us for a few more seconds before rushing into the tent... Cole's tent. Both are too startled and ashamed to question why the hell I am strolling in the night with naked Dustin on my back. I kneel gently and let my brother slip onto the ground. He carefully descends onto his healthy foot, and I watch his butt as he goes on all fours before crawling inside the tent.
That's it for chapter eight. It was a short one, but I hope you enjoyed it. More fun coming soon. Let me know if you have any wishes or ideas :) - deann.thomas@protonmail.com
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