Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 14:18:26 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: 7brothers-06

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SEVEN BROTHERS FOR MEL BAXTER
by Andrej Koymasky Copyright 1999
Written on June 30 th 1989
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Jer

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"SEVEN BROTHERS FOR MEL BAXTER" is a gay story, with some parts
containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land,
religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be
better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU
don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be
my welcomed guest.

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6 & 7 - JEFF & MARC THE TWINS

Soon his brothers had given Leo the nickname "the King" which, as I
already explained, means "gold" in Chinese, and was his previous family
name. They gave him this nickname because they felt that his acquisition
was really "gold" and even more precious than gold, to them.

In fact Leo, inexperienced, sweet, smiling Leo; made the others discover
a new dimension in their love making. They all felt enriched, felt they
had taken a real and true step forward in their relationships, thanks to
Leo's presence. And even if they all shared the pleasure of uniting with
each other, at once something special was established between Mel and
Leo, as it already had between Red and Peter. All five merged more and
more among themselves, understood each other's slightest gesture, hasty
glance.  Thanks to the fact that they fully shared their thoughts, their
emotions, their desires, their affection and, not last but not least,
their bodies.

While each one remained himself, with his own character and personality;
they were resembling each other more and more. Often people were
astounded because of their physical and racial differences -- two white
anglo-saxons, a mestizo, a mulatto and a half Chinese.

But the young men smiled and explained: "Dad Baxter was an incorrigible
philanderer... he scattered his sons over all the territories. Who knows
even how many brothers we have around, just here in Arizona?"

That idea was credible... and was believed.

After other well know adventures like the freeing of Senator Jenkin's
daughter from the hands of a maniac, or the seizure of smuggled weapons
illegally traded near Yuma, or the capture of an escapee from the Yuma
prison.  One day, they were summoned by Tucson's authorities, as you
certainly know, and hired to rid them of a gang of outlaws that was
infesting the town and surrounding areas, attacking, plundering and
killing.

In spite they of their young age (Mel, the oldest was just twenty-four
years old, and Peter the youngest was only nineteen), the fame of the
Baxter brothers was already great and widespread.

For the first time they didn't sleep in a hotel, as Tucson's mayor
wanted to entertain them in a wing of his large house. They started to
explore the town's surroundings, observing, interviewing people on the
ranches. After a couple of weeks of investigations and a gunfight with a
part of the bandits, where they killed seven of them; the five brothers
got a rather precise picture of where their den might be. So they
organized themselves and, one night, they left Tucson hoping to catch
the outlaws asleep.

Leaving their horses at a safe distance, they entered the forest,
silently climbing the slope from rock to rock, stealthily slipping from
bush to bush, until they saw the glow of their campfire and started to
hear the outlaws' voices. It seemed like if they were enjoying
themselves -- laughter, noise, loud shouts. They were amusing themselves
and they felt safe.

Leo saw the shadow of an outlaw on watch, against the faint light. He
made a sign to Rufus, pointing at him. Rufus threw his knives and the
man fell to the ground without a scream. Rufus approached him, confirmed
he was dead, retrieved and cleaned his knives and make a sign to the
other that the way was clear. Now they could start to see flickering of
the flames of the bonfire and also distinguish some of the words shouted
by the outlaws. They run into a second sentry, but he too was silently
knocked down.

Approaching close enough, they squatted to carefully study the situation
-- how many men were there, where they were, with what tactic to
overtake them. On one side of the bonfire, seven were sitting almost in
a row on the trunk of a fallen tree. They were eating and drinking.  Two
were crouching near the bonfire and were roasting something.  Almost in
front, three men were sitting on a low wide stone, they too eating and
drinking. Then two more were lying on the ground, almost as if they were
already sleeping.

"Hey, Sem, why don't ya tell us how ya caught the two love birds?"

"Yeah, so later we can amuse ourselves a while with 'em -- at last
fresh, tender meat!"

"Bah, you amuse yourselves with 'em! I always prefer a woman!"

"We too, Blake, we too! What do you take us fer? But an ass is an ass,
right?"

"Sure. 'cause it is almost eight days since we raped the daughters of
that farmer! An ass ain't male or female, Blake..."

The five brothers looked at each other without understanding who they
were talking about, but then Peter pointed at the two who seemed to be
asleep, with a silent question. But from where they were, they couldn't
see too well, they were just two shapes on the ground, clearly people,
but they couldn't distinguish anything more.

"Hey, Brian, 'stead of having Sem tell us, why don't we have 'em show us
what they were doing? At least tonight we'd get a free show!"

"Good idea. Later, we'll fuck 'em. Bring 'em here, in front of the fire.
And you, Sem, watch they do exactly what they were doing when you caught
'em."

The three sitting on the stone, who were next to the two lying on the
ground, bodily grabbed them and brought them between the others and the
campfire. The five brothers now could see they were two youngster 'round
twenty years old, hog tied.

"First put them nooses 'round their necks, then untie 'em. Hey, Sem, how
were they when you caught 'em?"

"Naked as the day they's born!"

"Good, love birds, get stark naked, then!"

One of the two young prisoners said: "No. If you want to rape us, do it,
we can't resist. If you're goin' kill us, do it. But we won't undress
and won't do  nothin'."

"Hear, hear the cockerel!" one of the outlaws laughed.

"But what cockerel! He is a capon, don't you know?"

"And to think that when I nabbed them they were exchanging little honey
words -- 'I love you, I love you'..." the one called Sem said sneering.

One of the outlaws stood up and approached the two boys with his knife
in his hand. Approaching them, he started to cut away their jackets.

"It will be better if you obey. Or before you die, I'll first cut off
your clothes, then I will flay you, I'll skin you little by little...
Yes, sure, first we'll fuck you; then we'll kill you. But you have a
choice between a rather fast death or a slow one, very slow, oh, so
slow... and painful. So then, love birds, will you give a show for us,
or not?"

Then the other of the two prisoners said: "Listen Jeff, anyway we will
have to die. I want to make love with you one last time. What damn do
you give about these pigs?"

"I'm sorry I drag you in this situation, Marc. I love you. I too would
have liked making love with you once again, but I don't want to soil our
love in front of these pigs. I prefer a thousand times to be
tortured..."

"Hey hey, hear! The two love birds started to coo! Why don't you kiss?"

The outlaws burst in laughter and started to scan in chorus, beating the
time with their hands: "A kiss, a kiss, a kiss..."

"I love you, Jeff... I love you."

"Me too, love you."

"Hey, Marc, made him see how much you love him! Pull out his dick! Or
would you rather for me to do it?" an outlaw said approaching Jeff.

"Don't touch him! Don't dare touch him!" Marc shout and tried to throw
himself against the outlaw, but the man holding his noose gave a tug and
Marc fell on the ground bringing his hands to his neck. Jeff crouched
near him and embraced him, ignoring the others, and lightly kissed him
on his lips, caressing his hair.

The outlaws yelled abusively and laughed amused. The outlaw who cut off
the jackets from the boys, returned his knife to its sheath and started
to unbutton his trousers, laughing. The others instigated him with
shouts of "Bravo!" and "Make 'em suck it!" and "No, split open their
asses!"

Rufus, squatted in the darkness with his four brothers, took his knives
and looked at Mel. He drew his pistols and looked at the others. When he
saw that everybody was ready, he made a nod towards Rufus. The man threw
all his knives in rapid sequence. When the first knife stuck in the
heart of the man who was opening his trousers, the other four brothers
started their attack. Only three of the outlaws had time to draw their
pistols, and only one of them was able to fire a shot which missed its
target. In less than a minute all the outlaws were lying on the ground,
dead. Six more ran to the campsite, those who were on sentry around the
camp, but one after the other they were eliminated without any problems.

Then the five brothers approached the bonfire. Jeff and Marc, almost if
they heard nothing, were aware of nothing, were still half lying on the
ground, embraced, and were caressing and kissing each other.

Mel, drawing nearer to the two boys and putting back his pistols, said:
"Everything is over, boys. You're safe."

Marc lifted his eyes, drew a weak smile and asked: "Who are you? The
avenging angels?"

"We are the Baxter brothers. And who are you?"

"I'm Marc Travis, and he is Jeff Palance."

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Then, do you feel like going back with us to Tucson? You can use two of
the outlaws' horses..."

"They have also our horses and our luggage. We will take back what is
ours."

"Where were you going?"

"Nowhere. We're running away from Texas, we hoped to find a job. We'll
settle somewhere and manage a living."

"Running? What were you running away from?"

"Those are not things that..." Marc started to say aloof.

But Jeff put his finger on his lips and answered with a smile: "They
rescued us. And anyway they must have overheard, seen and understood,
so... We are running away from Texas because we're lovers. My father is
Allan Palance, one of the richest landowner in Dallas. Marc is the son
of Bob Travis, one of the richest herders in Dallas. Our families have
been enemies for the last three generations, and at war for boundaries
and water rights. But we two met by chance, when we were fifteen.  We
both discovered we are... different... and we fell in love. It was
becoming more and more difficult, and dangerous to meet. And we didn't
want to be involved in the absurd feuds of our families, and have to
kill each other's brothers, relatives, friends... So, we decided to run
away together. To try to live our life, our love, in peace."

"I see. You did the right thing. What are you able to do, to earn a
living?"

"We can read and write, and reckon... we are good with our pistols... He
knows how to raise animals and I know how to farm... But we want to find
the same job, so this last doesn't matter. We don't know much more, I'm
afraid."

Mel looked at the others, rather quickly, but got the answer he was
asking: "We work using our weapons -- we were here in the employ of
Tucson's citizens to rid them of this outlaw gang. You can work with
us..."

"Are you killers?" Jeff asked.

"No, we kill only if strictly needed."

"Bounty hunters?"

"Neither. We mainly do armed escorts."

"And... you'll take us with you, even knowing that we are... lovers?
Many would be bothered by that, would condemn us..."

The five brothers laughed: "If we confide a secret to you, will you
swear to keep it?" Rufus asked.

"Yes... sure... we swear." the two youths said, somewhat puzzled.

"Everybody believes we are brothers. But in reality we are five lovers.
The only difference from you is that we are not a couple, but a... set
of five!"

"Are you joking? But then, why you pass yourselves as brothers?"

"Because we really feel like brothers, and this way it is a lot easier
to justify our living together, sleeping together, and when some gesture
of tenderness slips out at times... It is a very useful and effective
cover. Even if you don't join us, I suggest that you sway you're
brothers -- you will have lot less problems."

"Twins, in that case, as we are exactly the same age -- we were born at
just eleven days apart!" Jeff said smiling.

"But if we join you... we will have to make love all seven of us
together? That is, with any of you?" Marc asked hesitantly.

"We do so, but nobody will force you. If you two want to remain a
couple, to us is all right." Mel answered and everybody nodded in
assent.

Leo added: "You don't need to decide now. Let's go back to Tucson. There
you will get back to you feet again, rest, consider our offer and decide
what to do. Meanwhile, you will be our guests. We will give you a room
for you two alone -- you surely need to make love in peace, after so
many emotions."

"Thank you, you are very kind. We accept your hospitality, for the
moment." Jeff said.

They went back to Tucson taking with them the outlaws' horses loaded
with their belongings and corpses. They reached town at dawn. Soon  the
city was awake. They handed over to the sheriff the horses with their
load and went to the Mayor's house to rest.

Mel said to the two youths: "Well, you'll sleep here. I'll ask to bring
you a tub, so you can wash and then lie down a while. Later, something
to eat, then you will have a good sleep."

"Thank you, you really are kind." Jeff said, "But you will be crowded,
five in just three beds..."

"On the contrary, we will feel better. After all, you too will use only
one bed, isn't that true?" Rufus merrily answered.

Marc smiled and nodded, then said: "It is great for us to be able to
make love without hiding, without feeling ashamed. To have friends who
understand and share the same feelings. Thank you for this also..."

They parted. When they were in their rooms, Peter said, with his usual
mischievous air: "I would have liked to stop in their room to help them
wash... You know how skilled I am, right?"

"They will do it very nicely between themselves, for sure. They
certainly don't need you, kid!" Rufus said.

"Come on, come on, you too liked and like it!" Peter laughed.

In the afternoon they went to wake them up. The two boys were in one
bed, embraced, their bare bodies covered with just a sheet.

"Had a good sleep, little angels?"

"Yes... very good, thank you. We feel a lot better." Marc said sitting
up on the bed, then caressed Jeff's chest, smiled to him and said to the
others: "If you all still agree... we are thinking of joining you. To
become two Baxter brothers too."

"Wonderful! Welcome into our family, then." Mel happily answered.

"We will have to buy you two hats like ours, it is our trademark." Red
explained.

"And tell you the history of our family, the real one and the official
one." Peter added, sitting on the bed's edge and brushing the handsome
chest of Marc with his fingers.

Mel seized Peter by his arm and drew him away from the bed: "Peter, stop
it! Remember that they already are a couple and that they want to be
such. They love each other."

"But we too love each other..." Peter protested pretending to pout.

"Forgive him," Mel said addressing the two boys, "Peter is our family
rascal. But he won't bother you."

"I didn't want to bother them! I like Marc, and also Jeff, I like. I
wanted just to give them a warm welcome!"

"Stop it, Peter!" Red said seriously.

Jeff sat up in the bed: "This morning we discussed this aspect. If we
join the Baxter family, we cannot demand a room just for us, a life just
for us. Moreover, even if we've been in love for five years, it's not
that at times, me or Marc made love with somebody else. I made love at
times with some of the youngest cowboys of my father, and Marc with more
than one of the youth slave of his father. This doesn't diminish at all
our love. So, even if it's true we want to remain a couple, we don't
exclude making love with some of you brothers too. We would not be
annoyed at all, on the contrary. You all are youth, and handsome, and
likable. We think it could rather be pleasant. Let's say that the
relationship between me and Marc will be... privileged, right for the
love that binds us for so long a time."

Rufus drew nearer and brushed his lips with his fingertips in a gesture
of tenderness: "You too are beautiful, youth and likable. We like you
two. I'm happy that our family is enriched by you two. But, about making
love, just always feel free to say yes or no as you feel at that moment,
agreed? Among us too it is so..."

"Agreed. We will have to get used to this new life, get to know you and
to be known. But one thing is clear -- that womanizer of out Dad Baxter,
had to be a really handsome man, and he always chose as his companions
very pretty women, to make sons like us! We would like to know a little
more about our Dad Baxter and about each of you. Will you please stay
awhile with us, Peter? We would like to start, by getting acquainted
with you, the rascal of our family. Since before you offered yourself
to... give us a welcome." Jeff said.

The others, smiling, left, while Peter, smiling as happy as a sand-boy,
literally jumped out of his clothes and slipped into the bed between the
bare bodies of his new brothers.

When Peter came downstairs for supper, he was radiant: "Jeff and Marc
are pure dynamite. You see them so calm, sweet, but... they upset me,
literally upset me. God how great it has been! Two young bulls in heat,
two thoroughbred stallions... They too are coming to eat, now..."

Jeff and Marc arrived, smiling, sat at the table and, while eating,
chatted with the others. Red asked them how it came that, if they were
skilled in using pistols, they were caught by the outlaw that had
captured them.

Marc explained: "We thought we were alone, in the spot were we camped.
After having our lunch, quietly, we banked our fire to just embers and
undressed. We lay near the warmth of the embers and started making love.
We never heard his arrival. He caught us naked, intertwined in full
embrace, our pistols too far to reach..."

The following day they invited Rufus to sleep with them.

Rufus meeting the others again, told them: "It was wonderful making love
with Marc and Jeff. It has been like riding in the wild through the vast
prairie under the caresses of sun and wind. Full of warmth and fresh,
these two boys. I didn't get at all the impression of two bulls in heat,
Peter..."

Then it was Leo's turn. He commented: "Yes, I too liked Jeff and Marc
very much. But my impression is not that of Rufus nor of Peter. I found
then extremely sweet and gentle, calm even if passionate. They were able
to dominate and to excite the emotions in a really wonderful way. They
are two exceptional boys..."

Red, after having spent a night with them, said: "I didn't know what to
expect, after hearing your so different opinions. I thought I could at
last understand who among you were right... but instead, my impression
has been still different. To me it has been like rowing in a mountain
stream, at times swift and sparkling in a thousand little falls, at
times quiet in its surface but fast, anyway of fresh, crystal clear,
pure waters. It has been all an alternation of emotions various in their
intensity, but unceasing and beautiful..."

At last the two boys invited Mel to make love with them.

As he entered in their room, Jeff and Marc hugged him between their
bodies, still standing. They started to brush against him, making him
feel their erections and feeling his. They were kissing, caressing him
and soon they were unbuttoning his clothes, slipping their hands under
them to caress his skin, to delight him. Slowly their clothes fell to
the floor, until all three were naked. Mel noticed a subtle change --
while one of the two boys was treating him in an impetuous, strong,
decided way, the other was gentle, delicate, light. But then gradually
the roles were swapped so that Mel each time was feeling caught off
guard, but agreeably surprised. They gently pushed him towards their
bed, and here continued in their erotic games, bringing him
alternatively to the edge of enjoyment,  then giving him a rest. They
seemed to understand at once what he wanted, and they lent themselves
with spontaneous dedication, but at the same time they were guiding him
on new paths. It was like an unending skirmish, like a duel in which in
turn one of the two boys sided him and the other faced him. Mel was
pleasurably bewildered. That love skirmish lasted a long time,
unceasing, relentless, enrapturing.

Mel was also fascinated by the two boy's physiques, so alike and yet
different. Both were slender and had sinuous, elegant moves, both hid
under a smooth, silky skin an unsuspected strength. But Jeff had arms
and legs covered by a light golden down, a tuft of light brown hairs on
his groin and under his armpits, and the rest of his body was completely
hairless. While Marc didn't have any visible hairs on his arms and legs,
but a triangular tuft of dark hairs on his chest and a line of the same
intense brown lowered from his navel widening on his groin to frame his
member. Jeff had a slender, long, member as straight as a ramrod and
circumcised. Marc's was sound, massive but not too big, slightly bending
upward, he too circumcised. Also their faces were similar and yet
different -- they were of the same perfect oval, but Jeff had a dark
blond, rebel mane of wavy hair, while Marc had auburn hair, straight and
thick, soft and fluffy. Jeff had straight eyebrows, narrow and long, and
his eyes were aquamarine, iridescent. Marc had full eyebrows, arched
over green eyes with hazelnut sparkles. Jeff had a gentle, disarming
smile and Marc's was warm, fascinating.

Mel was lost in contemplation, was lost in pleasure, was lost between
the arms and legs of the two lovers.

Finally, after an uninterrupted set of peaks brushing their orgasms and
sweet moments of relaxation, the three passed the no return point and
Mel, tight between their bodies, felt his guts flooded by Jeff's lava,
and filled with his own those of Marc, while this last was cumin in the
four hands that were caressing and feeling him at that point. For a
while they remained still, until the sweet contractions of their orgasms
calmed down, then they parted to unite again in a threefold embrace.

"Are you happy with us, Mel?" Jeff asked him.

"How could I not be? You are fantastic, both of you. But... I would like
to ask you something."

"Tell us..." Marc murmured.

"Now, you made love to all five of us. Well, each of us has been more
than happy to make love with you. But each of us got a very different
impression. Like if you made love in a different way with each of us...
Why? What is 'your' way to make love?"

"I don't know, Mel. With each of you we made love in our way, the only
one we know. But each of you is different, reacts in a different way to
our caresses, to our glances, to our kisses. And so we probably reacted
in a different way. For us too, in fact, has been very beautiful, and
different, with each of you." Jeff said.

Marc added: "Yes, each of you, I think, brought us to make love in a
different way and it has been an unusual experience, and very beautiful.
Jeff and I are a couple, we love each other, we want to remain together,
but now we feel that we really are part of this strange, beautiful
family. There are no problems for us, now, to sleep in the same room
with all of you. And there will no be problem if we all happen to make
love together again. Eventually also if it is more than a threesome. We
felt that in each of you, even if expressed in a different way, there is
lot of affection, there is love, and we like that and return that.
But... don't be offended if often we would like to make love just
between the two of us..."

"Certainly, none of us will be offended by your relationship as a
couple. We told you that before and I repeat it now. Sure, it's great to
share our love with all of us, but I think that privileged relationships
are natural, that they bloom spontaneously. There exists one between
Peter and Red, and between Leo and me... But we all love each other and
we are able to show that also physically. After all I believe that the
Baxter brothers are a formidable group because we share everything, even
our love. To have you two in our family, enriches all of us."

"We too feel enriched having met you, having become members of this
family. Life at times plays strange tricks -- when we thought everything
was lost, that we were at one step from death... we instead found a new
life, a new family!"

So, Mel and his six brothers, resumed crossing Arizona far and wide,
offering their services to anybody needing them, always protecting the
law and the weak, fighting against abuses of power and criminals, being
feared by the dishonest people and welcome with joy by the good people.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7

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