Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2014 16:18:11 -0700
From: Durriken Homewood <rainbowshadows@gmail.com>
Subject: Beneath the Sycamore, Chapter 2

Beneath the Sycamore Chapter 2
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-Chapter 2-

   In the twilight hours that presaged dawn, when the blanket of night
still held the world in its somnolent grip, Jeremy lay awake in his bed,
listening to the shifting melody between days with all of his naked
body. The rain had gone with his parent's departure, off to fight a new
battle with people that touched no place in his psyche. Their absence had
changed the sound of the house, as though switching radio stations from
their presence to Aaron's, magnifying his brother's personality to fill the
whole place with him even as he slept a floor beneath, in the basement that
had become his teen hide-out.

   At one time, he might have been jealous at Aaron's fortunes; at the
extra privacy he gained by living downstairs while Jeremy kept his room on
the main floor. It was sibling rivalry, ignorant of the extra burdens
involved, the extra chores he did to keep the basement clean to their
Mother�s exacting standards. Now, he wanted to be down there for
another reason, and his body ached to close the distance; to be near his
big brother.

   The internal image he held of Aaron had changed in the night, a process
helped along by some of the most intense, erotic dreams he had ever
known. With the memory of jerking Aaron off as fresh as his spunk on
Jeremy's hand, his mind had conspired to twist lingering and hidden
fantasies together into a vision of lust consuming desire; of hot fast
fucking punctuated by moments of loving tenderness. The passion transformed
him, and Jeremy woke with Aaron's name on his lips, reborn into new,
sensitive flesh that burned to be touched. But even after stroking his
hard, young cock to the spilling point over and over again, until his
shoulder cried out in protest and his balls squeezed every last drop of
juice up his shaft, he remained unsatisfied.

   He rose as the first pale blue glitters of sunlight touched his drawn
curtains, a cloud of cum tainted air sticking to his skin. Aaron could be
heard in the kitchen, struggling with the coffee pot, and though he needed
to scrub the scent of self-sex off, he needed to be near his brother more.

   A pair of soft athletic pants manifested on the top of his dresser, and
he slid them up his naked thighs and over his half-hard cock without
further angering it, though the pants also did nothing to conceal it
either. The full length mirror on the back of his bedroom door mocked him
with its reflection, with the obvious bulge in his pants and the dry
streaks up his stomach and chest.

   There was no way he was going to greet Aaron with dead jizz all over
him! And, his hair was a disaster, sticking up at weird angles, flat where
he had slept on it. The siren song of desire be damned! If he was going to
do this, he was going to do it right.

   Do what? An infinitesimal voice whispered, jumping off the
merry-go-round to taunt him with doubt. What exactly was he planning to do?
He had jerked off his big brother, but that didn't mean Aaron wanted more,
or that he wanted it again. After all, if he had, why didn't he say
anything last night?

   Jeremy, hand poised over the door knob, pulled his arm away, taking a
step back. Aaron didn't want him. Why would he? He was tall, athletic,
sexy, and very much in love with girls. There was nothing Jeremy could
offer him that he couldn't get from someone else. Yeah, Aaron was hurting
about his break-up with Heidi, but that hadn't stopped him from trying with
other girls. What happened last night had been an accident.

   Suddenly, the door burst open, shaking him out of his maudlin
thoughts. Aaron stood, framed like a vision of perfection, clothed in
pajama bottoms with an open fly that folded over his dick but diminished
its presence not at all.

   "Hey, do you know how to work the coffee pot? I can't get it to turn
on."

   The banal, mundane nature of the question sat in such contrast to
Jeremy's inner monologue that he had to laugh just to relieve the pressure.

   "Yeah. I'll show you," he answered, brushing past Aaron.

   The kitchen, a bright and open space, looked out onto the back yard
through sliding glass doors and tall windows. It was separated into the
work area and the dining area by an island counter. Traces of his parents
could be seen in the empty coffee cups left in the sink, the note tacked to
the refrigerator in his Father's scrawling hand, and the debit card resting
atop an envelope of cash.

   Aaron parked himself on a barstool at the island, holding his head in
his hands, glaring at the coffee pot for vexing him. It would have been
funny if Jeremy did not know the caffeine fiend that his brother was. From
the work area side, he turned the device, released its timer, and switched
it on.

   "Fixed!" he declared, twisting it around to face Aaron once more. "The
timer has to be turned off," he added, reaching into the cupboard for two
mugs. Coffee wasn't his favorite drink in the morning, but instinct told
him Aaron wanted company and, after letting Jeremy jerk him off, he felt
like he owed his big brother that much.

   "You're a life-saver," Aaron sighed, accepting the cup Jeremy handed
him. "My pot downstairs has been on the fritz for a while now. Maybe I'll
go buy a new one today. You wanna come with?"

   Jeremy shook his head. "Laundry," he said flatly, "It'll take me all
day."

   "Oh." He poured himself a cup before the cycle had finished.

   The disappointed sound twisted in Jeremy's ear, louder than the
gurgling, spitting coffee running at a trickle into the carafe. He felt his
brother's gaze upon him, an invisible caress that slipped down his chest
and stomach, swept over his face, his belly button, stopping at the crest
of his hips only because the counter stood between them.

   "We can hang out here then, I guess," Aaron added, the stool creaking
beneath him as he leaned back, the mug tucked between his hands.

   In remembering that he had eyes, Jeremy lifted them, meeting Aaron's
playful grin, wishing for the briefest moment that he was the coffee cup
held in his big brother's grasp, tasting the lips kissing the rim as he
sipped at the steaming brew. Then, he wished he were the coffee, teasing
over Aaron's tongue, worked down his throat by a bobbing Adam's apple,
becoming one with his body. Until he was expelled in a golden stream of
piss, of course. He decided he would be one of the last drops, the kind
that had to be massaged out and then held onto the crown to be jiggled off.

   "You okay there, bro?"

   Jeremy snapped to attention, blinking the image of coursing along his
brother's dick out of his eyes.

   "Huh? Yeah. I was just thinking."

   Aaron seemed to still then, his form sharpening in a strange, reality
based manner of high definition that made him different, but not; the
blanket of his presence cocooning around him and leaving the rest of the
house cold and lifeless. He looked outside, face lost to recollection.

   "Yeah," he said. "Me too."

   He looked at Jeremy then, face a placid mask that hid a deeper churning,
the ghostly images of memory playing in the fathomless depths of his
eyes. They were blue, so startling a color of sapphire, so clear and
oceanic that Jeremy felt he could ride in them like a surfer, or swim in
them for an eternity. He had never noticed them before--not really. He knew
what color his brother's eyes were, of course. They were the same eyes as
their father. But he had never really seen them, never considered the power
they held.

   A tense silence fell down around them. It was heavy, but it didn't weigh
him down, filled with potential, without the rush to fulfill it. He knew,
in the most intuitive parts of his being, that this was a delicate
thing. Breaking the silence too soon would ruin everything; speaking too
late, and an opportunity would be missed.

   A minute passed. And then another. By the third, Jeremy's muscles
started to ache from being held in rictus. By the fourth, he felt the first
beads of sweat itching between his shoulder blades. He averted his eyes,
lowering his chin, and the air rushed back into the room.

   The barstool complained beneath Aaron as he reclaimed his coffee, and
slurped a long draw from the cup, swallowing it with a loud, cartoonish
gulp. The sound restored order to the atmosphere, but the silence had left
a niggling, itching sensation behind as well that draped a layer of
emotional heaviness on Jeremy's skin.

   "I...I think I'm going to take a shower," he announced, rubbing at an
arm.

   "Okay."

   Aaron's reply was cool, controlled. It drew Jeremy's attention away from
the marble counter top and the natural, broken swirls he had been studying
in its surface. His eyes managed to rise to the level of his brother's
crotch and the soft mound hidden there, calling out to his too empty hand.

   "Okay. I'll just...just go take a shower then."

   Jeremy turned away from the counter. Deep inside him, in the place
between lust and desire, something rattled the bars of its cage, howling
with a fevered pitch. It threw up images of every romance movie he had ever
watched, borrowing what was essentially the same dialogue and forcing it up
his throat and out of his mouth.

   "Do you want to join me?"

   Stoked to new life, his inner heat spread out to dance along his skin,
rising up his abdomen, his chest and his cheeks. The part of him that
wanted to snatch the words out of the air and shove them back in his mouth
fell into the shadow cast by his youthful libido.

   Aaron smirked, as though he had been expecting such an invitation. He
drained the rest of the coffee from his cup and stood, stretching his arms
high above his head with a restless groan, and then crinkling his nose as
he took a whiff of his fuzzy pits.

   "You know, I think I do need a shower."

   He headed toward what looked like another pantry door but which was, in
fact, the way to the basement, then turned upon opening it.

   "Come on, we'll use mine. It's got more room."

   A dream like quality settled over Jeremy's vision, blurring around the
edges as he followed his brother down the stairs, his footsteps muffled by
the thick carpet beneath his feet. This was one of the few times he was
actually taller than Aaron, and yet it gave him none of the usual pleasure,
a disconnect that further demonstrated the marked difference in him.

   The bathroom was the first door to the right of the landing, between the
laundry room on the left, and Aaron's sprawling room on the right. The door
lay ajar, casting gray shadows into the deep, windowless space. A heavy
perfume of Aaron's cologne, body-wash and shampoo acted as a wall of scent
that had to be passed through to gain entry. It wrapped around Jeremy's
head, a hood blinding him to doubt while highlighting the tension rolling
over his bared nipples, his virgin lips, his charging groin.

   Aaron stopped at the threshold, inviting Jeremy in first and then
closing and securing the door as he joined him. The place seemed to come to
life at his command as he turned on the light, and there was no part of it
that was not touched by his personality, from the deep crimson hue of the
bath towels to the cinnamon flavored toothpaste on the counter. Jeremy felt
himself submitting to it, being consumed by it; the trembling along his
flesh mimicking the shudder of the sliding shower door opening, a warm
mouth surrounding him that was the mist of the shower being turned on.

   His eyes were closed, and he hugged his arms to his chest, trying to
will his fluttering heart to a slower beat, to ignore the burdensome ache
flexing around his cock. He listened to the water hiss and crackle, heard
the brush of fabric sliding down skin as Aaron stripped, and then stepped
up to his back, the heat of his body tingling down Jeremy's spine, rooted
to the hands he laid with tender care at Jeremy's hips.

   When he dared at last to look, the broad mirror reflected the scene with
unerring sharpness. His big brother stood behind him smiling in sympathy,
the shower was going, waiting for them.

   "You gonna take these off?" Aaron asked, snapping the waistband of
Jeremy's athletic pants.

   The terror of shyness that twitched at the edges of his brain, an ever
present companion since the first glimmers of puberty appeared in his body,
receded into an echoing distance, and the caged beast hurled itself at its
prison. He caught his brother's gaze in the mirror, fastening onto it while
he shrugged the pants down, and then kicked them away.

   Aaron backed into the shower, and Jeremy turned. His brother stood,
pressed against the wall, skin shimmering with beads of from where he had
passed through the cascade. He had the body of an active athlete, an
upside-down triangle that started at broad shoulders and narrowed at the
waist, with the point ending at his long, thick tube of flesh. His pubic
hair was dark, but sparing, extending only a little way above the base of
his cock; his balls hung low and heavy, two eggs encased in a nest of
skin. He was a living statue, a model of masculine beauty wrapped in an
aura of wild virility.

   The beast broke free of its restraints at last in a shuddering,
liberating breath. Jeremy tripped toward his brother, succumbing to the
creature that lived inside him, its wants, its needs, its yearnings
becoming his own. He gave the too hot water beating down on his skin no
attention as he crushed himself against Aaron's chest, aware only his big
brother's pubic hair rubbing against his torso; of strong arms circling
around him to close the shower and then holding him in place against the
inner vibrations threatening to throw him out of his skin.

   Between their pressed bodies, Aaron's cock grew, a beacon of flesh upon
which Jeremy could fix his attention. He looked up to his brother, pleading
with his eyes to touch it, to know it as he had known it the previous
night; licking his lips as he had seen done in so many movies to show
interest.

   A light behind Aaron's eyes flickered, and he moved to stand between
Jeremy and the shower, shifting him to stand at arm's length near the back
of the space. It was chilly there, away from his brother's body, outside of
the water streaming down his smooth flesh. Aaron took his dick in an
over-hand grip, giving himself a long, luxurious stroke to the tip, then
reversing his grip to pull down. He did it again, torturing Jeremy with the
sight, with the denial. His third pass brought forth a string of precum
that grew with each of Jeremy's breaths.

   "Jerk off with me," Aaron huffed, switching to a more natural grip and
speeding up his strokes.

   Jeremy grabbed himself, wrapping familiar fingers around familiar flesh,
aware of how much smaller he was than his big brother.

   "You're really big," he remarked, using the observation as an excuse to
get closer. Aaron laid his forearm on his shoulder, his strong hand
massaging the back of his neck.

   "You'll catch up," his brother replied. "You're not too far behind me."
He threw his head back, groaning aloud while his cock pulsed in his
hand. "I never thought this would be so hot," he added, turning his face to
Jeremy. "You're really sexy, little brother."

   In spite of the heated steam around him, Jeremy blushed. "Thanks," he
mumbled then, in a stronger voice, added, "You too."

   Aaron's stomach muscles flexed, and his hand moved faster along his
flesh, urging Jeremy to keep up with him. He let go a heavy breath, winced
as a strong pulse rippled through his heavy cock.

   "You close?"

   Aaron bit his bottom lip, nodded. It was like a signal being thrown up,
a switch flipping. Jeremy fell in slow motion to kneel before his brother,
eyes locked on his bruised, leaking head. Aaron curled fingers into his
hair, the threat of pain present in light tugging of Jeremy's scalp. The
sensation undulated down his body, pushing him over the edge of
pleasure. His cock exploded, shooting long ropes of white between Aaron's
legs. He panted out whimpering moans, holding himself upright under Aaron's
persistent grip.

   "Shit..." Aaron gasped, his weight shifting as he pivoted his hips
forward, smashing the tip of his dick against Jeremy's mouth, his fist
stopping suddenly as he coated Jeremy's lips, chin, neck and chest with
high speed spunk jets.

   "Sorry," he said, shuddering through the last of his orgasm and
releasing his hold on Jeremy's hair. "I didn't mean to..."

   Jeremy smiled up at him, tongue darting out to sample the brew smeared
over his lips, a mixture of sweet and bitter, too liquid to be chewed but
delightfully viscous that left a unique after taste and made him want for
more. He had eaten his own jizz before, but Aaron's was better, the juice
of a ripe and mature fruit instead of one waiting to be plucked.

   "Did you just...taste my cum?"

   He returned to his feet, his legs a little wobbly but with enough
strength left to support him, and nodded.

   "What did it taste like?"

   Jeremy rolled his tongue around his mouth. "Like...like you, I guess. It
was good," he added quickly. "I liked it."

   Aaron cracked his neck, and then fixed a long, piercing gaze upon him,
the corners of his mouth lifted into a grin. "Let's finish up before the
water gets cold," he said, handing Jeremy the body-wash and taking the
shampoo for himself.