Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2015 21:57:05 +0000
From: Nick Carter <xoanon1978@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Brother's Duty - Chapter 3

This is a story about a family and their friends, how they deal with
growing up and the events that happen during a period in their lives.  It
contains sexual themes and graphic depictions of sexual acts between
consenting males, some not of legal age.

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events, places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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Not as much physical action this chapter, so sorry guys if that's all
you're here for.  Lots more to come though I promise.

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A Brothers Duty: Chapter 3

I went back to my room, dried off and started to put some clothes on, just
an old Captain America t-shirt and some skinny jeans that had seen better
days.  It was getting well in to lunch time and I was starving after the
exhaustions of my shower.  In the kitchen I made a sandwich quickly and
checked I had all my books in my bag ready to take round to Max's.

Once down I tidied up the wreckage the three of us had made over the last
couple of days while we were left on our own.  I loaded the dishwasher, put
some washing on and made sure the house looked presentable for the return
of the parents.  I wasn't sure how I ended up being the responsible one
when they went away but it was obvious no one else was going to do it.

As I was finishing up Zach came down, I was sure that he only bought
clothes that were a size too small as everything he owned looked like a
second skin.  The Hollister t-shirt he had on now was no exception, and may
as well have been painted on.

"Heading over to Alex's until later," he said, slipping on a hoody.  "Have
fun at Max's" he smiled, grabbed his keys from the kitchen counter and then
was gone.  As he walked out the room I stared at his arse, nicely shown off
by the jeans that really didn't leave much to the imagination.  One day
soon, I thought to myself.

Once the tidying was done I put my bag over my back and headed over to
Max's.  He lived about a mile away but it was a sunny March day so the walk
didn't seem to take too long.  It gave me a chance to think through
everything again.  I wondered what Zach would be doing over at Alex's, and
hoped he would keep his promise of not telling him what had happened.  I
felt a little jealous that he would be with Alex but I knew that whatever
happened we would have some fun again soon.

I still lusted after Zach, and wanted to do so much more with him, but I
was also beginning to realise that as he was my brother it could never go
any further than just some fun every now and again.  I worried what would
happen when he went off to University in September, and how it would affect
things if he ever had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend.  I wasn't even sure if
my brother was actually in to guys, just because he enjoyed playing around
with them I didn't seem to think that he was gay.

I hadn't told him what I was going through though so why would he ever
discuss anything with me about what he was into.  I thought again of
telling him that I thought I might be gay, but then what if that freaked
him out?  Would we still continue what had only just started?

I really felt the need to talk to someone but, as I approached Max's house,
I still wasn't sure I was ready to tell any of my family or my friends.  I
could never mention what Zach and I had done, I don't think most people
would be too impressed with brothers fooling around, even step brothers.

Max opened the door just as I was going to ring the bell, "What took you?"
he asked, "You said you would be here by lunch time."

"Sorry, I over slept and then got distracted at home."  I made sure I
sounded apologetic, though I knew that I would I would have chosen that
shower over doing homework any day.

"Have you looked through everything we need to get done by the morning?"
Max sounded stressed, though that wasn't unusual.  He was one of the top
kids in school, and was predicted high marks in most subjects.  Sometimes I
thought he spent too much time studying, but then he also let me copy his
work and helped me out if I was stuck so I didn't worry too much.

We settled down at his dining room table but I was struggling to
concentrate as I kept thinking about Zach.  Did he really think I was
attractive?  Maybe that did mean he was actually in to guys rather than
just a horny 17 year old.

"Did you actually read the book?" I heard Max say.

"What book?" I asked back.

"Oh for . . . the book we need to write the essay on for the end of the
week?  The Jane Austen one?" he definitely sounded frustrated with me now.

"Um . . . I started it . . . but it's kinda boring," I waited for the
lecture on why the book wasn't boring and why it's people like me that are
bringing this country down and so on.  Sometimes I was convinced that Max
was a middle aged man trapped in the body of a 15 year old.

"What are you going to do at college next year when you can't even be
bothered to read one book?  You'll never get to University if you don't put
the effort in over the next few years."  He sounded like one of my parents.

"I don't intend on studying English at college, or Uni, so won't have to
read these stupid books in the future.  I think it will be more numbers and
science for me.  Besides I'll have you around to help me out all the time,
don't think something like growing up will get you away from my
unwillingness to study."  I smiled at him, hoping I might be able to stop
the oncoming moan before he really got in to it.

"I promise," I added cutting him off as he tried to speak, "I will read
some later, or at least watch the film so I know what happens.  Is that
good enough for you?  Seriously Max, you need to relax a little sometimes."

"Whatever," he shook his head in exasperation.  "Don't moan to me when you
can't even get a job flipping burgers at McDonalds."  He went back to his
homework.

As he worked I suddenly felt the urge again to tell someone what had
happened and everything I was feeling.  Max and I had been friends since
nursery, and moved through schools together.  We both had other friends but
normally just hung out with each other.  Apart from his unnatural
enthusiasm for school we were very similar.  We both were interested in the
same things and, even when not hanging out together, would play something
online or just message each other about random stuff.

I tried to guess how he might react if I told him everything.  Although we
talked about most things we never really spoke about sex, or girls, or
anything like that.  I wasn't sure why, it's what most other guys at school
seemed to be obsessed with, but neither of us ever brought it up.

I thought that if I told him I might be gay, he would be okay with it.  He
had never done or said anything to make me believe otherwise, but as we
never spoke about these things I thought it might make him feel odd if I
suddenly blurted it out.  I started then to wonder about what he was into.
I got the impression that he just had no interest in sex, with girls or
boys, but then surely every fifteen year old thinks about these things.  I
know I thought about it, and I don't think I ever went more than a day or
two without having a wank while thinking about it.

I began to look at Max a little differently, not just as my best friend but
as someone more complete, who had their own thoughts and feelings and
having their own experiences.  As I looked at him I began to notice things
I hadn't seen before.

He had a mop of curly hair on his head which had a slight red colour to it,
and several small curls fell over his forehead.  Behind his rectangular
half rimmed glasses he had big, blue eyes and there was the faintest hint
of hair on his top lip.  He was one of the youngest in our year, with a
birthday right at the end of August, and was a bit shorter than a lot of
the other kids our age.

I suddenly hit me that, while we had been growing up together, Max had
become kind of cute.  I imagined what would happen if I just leant over and
kissed him.  His mouth looked inviting as he chewed his top lip in
concentration.

He looked up at me, "Are you going to do any work at all or do you just
expect me to let you copy everything?"  he had a slight smile on his lips
now.

"Sorry," I grabbed my pen and went back to what I was doing.  I glanced up
and he was back to his own homework again, but I couldn't get the picture
of us kissing out my head.  What had my brother done to me!  Within 24
hours I had gone from a fifteen year old schoolboy whose main worry was
working a way out of passing my exams without doing any work to a fifteen
year old boy whose main worry was that I wanted to sleep with every guy I
saw.  First Zach last night, then Tom when I woke up and now my best
friend.  What would happen at school tomorrow?  Would I spend the entire
day fantasizing about every guy at school?

I managed to finally put the image out of my mind and got on with some work
to distract myself.

Max's mum made us dinner after a few hours, then we played a little
Playstation before I headed home.  It was getting late by the time I
reached my house, and I could see mum's car parked out front.  I opened the
door and went through to the living room to find mum in front of the TV.

"Hey, how was the trip?" I wasn't really in the mood for the normal
pleasantries.  My Dad wasn't well and Mum took him away some weekends, for
treatment she always called it, though she never really explained what
happened while they weren't here.  Zach and I had tried to find out what
the treatment was and were pretty sure it just involved staying with some
friends not too far away.  Not sure what treatment he could be having on
such an irregular basis, but we both decided if it meant getting the house
to ourselves for a weekend now and again we wouldn't complain.

My Dad was a drinker, and had been for a long time.  This made living with
him difficult at the very least, and a lot of the time it was almost
unbearable.  We had all got used to it though and, after the millionth time
he'd broken the promises about giving up, had mostly stopped trying to
help.  I think all of us, Mum included, were just waiting for the worst to
happen.  It used to be that me, Zach and Tom would get pretty upset about
it all but, after comforting each other so many times, we had grown closer
and without saying anything we had all given up on him in our own way I
suppose.

We avoided him as much as possible and over the last few months had managed
to develop a way of life that pretty much meant we didn't have to deal with
him.  Not the ideal way of living but it was all we had at the moment.

She looked up and tried smiling, "Oh you know, same as always.  Nothing you
need to worry."  She went back to whatever she was watching on TV.  "Hope
you had a good weekend without us," she added without looking up, "anything
interesting happen while we were gone?"

I couldn't help smiling a little, "Nope, nothing much happened, was kinda
quiet really.  Just loads of studying."  I started towards the stairs, "I'm
gonna head to bed, see you in the morning."

"Night, Nate," she was absorbed back in to the TV.

I climbed the stairs, crept past Mum and Dad's room where I could hear Dad
snoring away, obviously the night cap he would have had when he got back
was working, and paused outside mine and Tom's room.

Zach's door was closed and I couldn't hear any noise coming from his room.
I considered knocking on his door, my heart beating slightly faster at the
thought of maybe continuing what had started last night, but it was already
getting late and with everyone else in the house I didn't think anything
could happen anyway.

I went in to my room, closed the door, threw my bag of school books in to
the corner and collapsed on to the bed.  Tom was laying on his bed with
some earphones in watching something on his phone.  He lifted his hand and
gave a slight wave but apart from that didn't acknowledge my presence in
any way.  I thought about putting a game on or watching something on the
TV, but didn't really have the energy.  I dragged myself off the bed, went
to the bathroom and got myself ready for bed, and then headed back to my
room.

Tom hadn't moved as I stripped off to get in to bed.  I slept naked, Tom as
well, so we both never thought much of getting undressed and in to bed.
Tonight though I took my underwear off and was just about to climb in to
bed when I heard a voice from Tom's corner of the room.  "Fuck dude, what
happened to your hair?" he had taken one of the ear phones out and was now
looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking puzzled.

He flicked his eyes down, "Er . . . your hair?  You know, the hair that was
there and now isn't?"

I looked down and realised it was pretty obvious what Zach had done in the
shower earlier.  It never occurred to me that anyone would notice at the
time as I was distracted by other things.  "Just trying something new," I
could feel myself going red as I climbed in to bed, and was sure I could
feel Tom watching me.  "Maybe you'll understand when you're older and yours
looks like a bush."

He gave a sharp laugh, "Whatever you're into, bro."  He put his ear phone
back in as I switched off my bedside lamp.  As I closed my eyes I was sure
he was still staring at me though.

I tried to relax and go to sleep.  As I began to drift off though a thought
popped in to me head that made me panic.  If Tom had noticed then there was
no way the guys at school wouldn't see it when we had sports next.  They
would rip the shit out of me for it, I would never live it down.  I didn't
remember any of the other guys in my class having a shaved cock and balls,
and I managed to get secret glances in at everyone most weeks.

I lay awake trying to come up with an explanation but couldn't, I would
just have to try and avoid showering until everyone else was done.  No way
could I avoid it though if Zach and I kept playing around, I don't think he
would want me to grow it back.  An hour passed and I was still now closer
to sleep.

The light from Tom's phone was still flickering in the corner, illuminating
his face the shoulders.  He was sitting up in bed slightly and must have
thought I was fast asleep as I could just make out his hand moving up and
down under the duvet.

He must have been watching porn on his phone and was trying to have a quiet
wank without waking me.  I could see his face clearly and the light of his
phone gave out just enough of a glow for me to see what he was doing.  He
was so focused on what he was watching I don't think he would have noticed
me watching even if the rest of the room wasn't dark.

His hand was moving under the covers, slowly going up and down, and every
now and again his body would twitch very slightly in pleasure.  My cock got
hard almost instantly, but I couldn't do anything about it in case he
noticed.

I saw his movements speed up slightly, and a little grunt escaped his lips,
barely audible.  He put his head back and closed his eyes, the hand holding
the phone falling to his side.  I took the opportunity to move around
slightly while he had his eyes closed, moving my head so I could see better
and gently sliding one had down to my cock.  I slowly stroked myself, ready
to stop at any time if I saw his eyes open.

He was relaxing in to it now, the rhythm of his hand settled down and the
slight twitches of his body were happening more frequently.  He was wanking
harder now, and I guessed he must be getting ready to cum.  Then he paused,
and started the slow stroking again.

He may be only fourteen but he obviously knew how to tease himself.  He
seemed to get close to cumming several times, but each time managed to
restrain himself.  His eyes hadn't opened and I was now stroking more
rapidly.  I wondered what he was thinking about.  What turned him on and
excited him?  What would he look like if I pulled the covers back?  How big
would his cock be and how much would he cum?

Part of me knew that I probably shouldn't be thinking this about my own
fourteen year old brother, but knowing he was wanking so close to me I
couldn't help myself.  It was really turning me on.

Finally I saw his mouth open wider, and could hear his breathing become
more rapid.  His body twitched a few times and then I saw the hand laying
by his side clench in to a fist.  His back arched slightly and he gave a
very low moans.  His hand jerked a few more times and then he seemed to
relax, he must have shot his load.  After a few seconds he opened his eyes
and I quickly shut mine and did my best to look like I was asleep.

I heard moving around under the covers a bit, and then he was still.  I
waited a few seconds then opened my eyes a crack, the room was now dark.
The light from his phone was off and he had obviously cleaned himself up
and was trying to get to sleep.

I waited as long as I could, my hard cock gripped in my hand, before I
started stroking again.  It didn't take long before I reached my own climax
and shot all over my stomach.  I held the duvet up with one hand to keep it
cum free and lay there for a minute, I could hear my heart pounding in my
ears.

I sat up slightly and tried to grab some tissue from beside my bed.  After
cumming twice in the shower I don't think there was much but still didn't
fancy sleeping in sheets soaked in it.

Eventually I was clean and laid back down.  It didn't take long before I
could feel myself falling off to sleep.  I wasn't sure but I thought I
heard someone say "Night Nate," as I drifted off and then I was asleep.