Date: Thu, 5 Aug 2010 05:33:26 -0500 From: R.J. Josh Maxwell <btomandback@hotmail.com> Subject: Milk 15 Jon followed me like a shadow that morning. He was my little buddy. Anna left for Nicki's about mid morning. "I'll be back later," she promised, "so you can go to the swimming pool." "Or take all of us to the swimming pool," Jon corrected. I was sitting in Mom's chair, reading, and he jumped into my lap as if to keep me from getting away. "I might not be going," I told him. I wasn't sure I wanted to see any of those guys; not even Kyle. I felt a little guilty about how much he seemed to like me. I went into the kitchen for some juice. When I returned to the living room, I put a throw pillow behind my head and lay back on the floor to read. Jon and Ben decided that my body was perfect terrain for a GI Joe deployment. They brought their action figures into the living room and arranged them on and around my body as if I were an outcropping of rocks. Jon and I had shorts on. Ben was naked. Ben particularly liked to be naked. His little worm of a dick dangled under him as he drove a toy jeep up my belly, past my book, and out onto my shoulder. Jon stuck a small action figure up the leg of my shorts as if the figure were peeping out of a tent. I liked the twins playing on me that way. We heard the back door open. A moment later, Ethan came into the room, carrying a small duffle. He glanced at us and dropped his bag on the floor. "Jason's dad is an asshole," he said. He walked over to the couch and plopped onto it. "Why is Jason's dad an asshole?" Ben asked. "Because when I got home from Tom's, they had packed my bag with my stuff and it was waiting by the door in the living room." "That sucks," I told him. "Yeah," Ben agreed. "They shouldn't pack your bag." He missed the point entirely, of course. Ben took an action figure over to the couch and set it up on Ethan's knee, as if the figure were looking out from over a cliff. "You could stay at Tom's if you don't want to come home," I suggested. "They didn't invite me," Ethan said. "Are you coming home?" Jon asked. "Yeah. For now." "I'm glad," Ben said, and patted Ethan on the thigh. Ethan looked directly at me. "I'm glad, too." I told him. Ethan's jaw ground for a moment, but then he took a breath a smiled. "Me, too. Jason snores at night." I grinned. "Dude! Seriously?" "Yeah. I slept with Tom last night and he pushed me off the bed." "In his sleep?" "Yeah. I moved to Mikey's bed but he farted... twice... the silent, deadly kind." "Well," I said. "I won't fart or snore. I'll even sleep down here if you want me to." "He can sleep with us," Jon said. "You don't need to sleep downstairs," Ethan said. "You've got your bed and I have mine." He laid his head back on the couch. "You guys have a good time last night?" I asked, trying to sound mostly uninterested. "Yeah." "Did you have sex with all of them?" I asked. "Did you have sex with Kyle?" Ethan asked without lifting his head. I didn't answer. At that moment, Ellie came running down the stairs and rushed into the room. "I thought I heard you!" she said, jumping onto Ethan's lap, knocking off Ben's action figure, and hugging her older brother. She was wearing a t-shirt and it rode up high enough to show a bare butt. "I missed you so much." Lizzie followed her in wearing only panties. She climbed onto the couch beside Ethan. "Are you coming home?" she asked. "Yeah," Ethan said, wrapping an arm behind her. "Anna had her first period," Ellie told him. "Yeah, I heard." Ellie prattled on for several minutes, telling Ethan everything that happened in the last year as if he didn't know. Lizzie stroked Ethan's hair, smiling happily. You would think he had actually been gone a year. Eventually Ethan got up from the couch. "I'm gonna take my bag upstairs," he said. The girls went with him, and a few minutes later, we heard a bed creaking rhythmically from upstairs. "Well the girls are glad he's home," I observed. I had moved to the couch to read and the twins had gone outside when Ethan came downstairs over an hour later. He had showered and wore only shorts, like me. He had a book, too, and climbed onto the other end of the couch to read, sliding his legs behind mine. I made room for him. A moment later, Ben came in for a drink of water. "Are we going to the swimming pool today?" he asked. I glanced at Ethan. "I don't know." "I don't feel like going," Ethan said. I shook my head. "I don't either." "Ah, crap!" Ben said, leaving the room. "Don't let Mom hear you talking like that," Ethan warned. "Ah, crap!" Ben called from the kitchen. "My mom wants me to come stay with her a couple of weeks before summer's over," I said. "If you want me to leave for awhile, I can do that. I can even move in with my mom if you don't want me here." "I didn't say that. I didn't ever say anything like that," Ethan countered. "You're still my brother." "Yeah. But you're pissed at me." "Yeah, well, it doesn't matter anymore," Ethan said. I wondered what he meant. "The way I felt about you," Ethan said, "it's all gone. I'm not even pissed anymore. I just don't care about you that way anymore, okay?" I nodded. "Yeah. I know. I guess I'm not feeling the same anymore either. Not after... not after everything that's happened." "Are you in love with Kyle?" "No." I said, frowning. "Are you in love with anyone?" "No." Ethan got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. He came back with a glass of water and set it on the coffee table. But then he didn't get back onto the couch. I looked up, and he was just staring at me with a strangely intense look. He looked like his gut hurt. I set my book down and stood. I wondered if he was okay. Ethan slipped his arms around my chest and laid his head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, and hugged him hard. "I do still care," he murmured quietly. "Me, too," I said, giving his shoulders another squeeze. "I missed you so much," he said. "I missed you." "I was so pissed at you." "I know." "You're my brother," he said, his voice tightening. "Forever, dude!" I told him. I felt moisture on my shoulder. I held him and rocked him in my arms. He kissed the nape of my neck, softly, tenderly. I stroked his back. My body recognized his body; the body I slept with night after night; the body my body loved; my brother. My cock grew hard, and rising, met his cock rising as well. Ethan nuzzled into my neck. "When I saw my bag by the door at Jason's house, and I knew they didn't want me," Ethan said. "I wanted to be home with you. I hoped you still wanted me." "I want you," I told him. "I need you." He lifted his head from my shoulder. His face was wet. His eyes dropped to my lips, and then he kissed me. When our lips met, he opened his mouth to mine. He was thirteen and I was fourteen and I don't think either of us could have put into words what we felt any better than we already had. "Brother" was about all we could say, and that said it all. I pulled my dick upward in my shorts. Ethan pulled his up. We pressed our bellies and then pulled back long enough to take off our shorts. Then we pressed again, naked together again. He wrapped his arms around my neck and I wrapped mine behind his waist. Our bellies pressed our erections out to the side. "I kept thinking about how much I wanted to come home and how much I missed you and Mom and everyone, but especially you." I ran my hands down the smooth skin of his back, down onto his rounded bottom. "It wasn't the same without you here. It wasn't like home anymore." "Let go upstairs," he said, "before someone else comes." Leaving our shorts on the floor we turned for the stairs; Ethan's arm over the back of my shoulders, mine behind his waist. We walked side by side. We locked the door to the room and fell onto Ethan's bed together. He rolled onto his back and I rolled onto him. We wrapped each other up in our arms and rubbed our cocks together the way we always had from the start; the way we still liked to do. I covered his mouth with mine. We kissed. My balls slid on his. Our bellies thrust. Our bodies still fit perfectly, naturally. I pressed the side of my face to his and we pumped until we each came, making our bellies slippery. We kissed and I stayed hard. Ethan pulled up his knees and I eased my cum-lubricated cock into him. We hugged one another and made ourselves into one. We moved slowly. Ethan grew hard again, and when I came, we rolled and Ethan plugged into me. After he came, we simply fell asleep. The family was happy that night. No one acted like anything bad had ever happened. Ethan and I slept in my bed that night, and we slept like we hadn't slept in days. It was several nights later, at bed time, that Fiona led Ethan by the hand to her bedroom door. I followed long enough to give him a kiss before she led him inside. I kissed Fiona, too, because I knew she was carrying the baby we made together. I went upstairs and saw Dad going into Ellie and Lizzie's room. So I opened the door to Anna's. She was reading a magazine. "Are you still having your period?" I asked. "No," she said with a smile, laying her magazine down. She rolled to her side and opened her nightstand drawer. From it, she took a little square of foil, a condom, and sat, offering it up to me. When she did, her bedcovers feel to her waist, exposing her firm, young breasts. I stepped into her room and closed the door behind me. I stood for a moment, enjoying how pretty she was. She looked at me oddly, and I smiled. As I stepped toward her bed, I thought, `I don't need a girlfriend. I have three sisters. And I don't need a boyfriend. I have Ethan and two little brothers who I love with all my heart.' And then I thought, `We're the family of an anthropologist. We don't need to conform to any culture. We can make our own culture.' I climbed into the bed and pushed Anna onto her back. I grinned down at her. "I love you," I told her. "I really, really love you." THE END +++ Please let me know if you enjoyed the story. It's the only pay I get, and I need the encouragement. J J btomandback@hotmail.com