Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2009 11:03:24 -0800
From: Patrick Marke <thechickensaysmoo@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Brother Blade

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AUTHOR'S NOTE-

I always keep telling myself that this is the last story that I will
write. However, I do become inspired, and find myself writing. I thought of
rewriting this story so that the reader could read it from Jason's point of
view. Is this a good idea? As always suggestions and comments are
welcome. Thank you.

Reguards, J

			     Big Brother Blade

My mom wasn't exactly the kind of woman you'd call normal. She had been
through a lot the past few years. She had discovered that my dad had been
cheating on her with another woman. Well, with four. She and him had
finalized their divorce this year, and it had taken them about four years
to get to this stage. My mom was a good woman, but my dad was never a good
father. Even back when I was younger, and still in high school, my father
would treat my mom and my little brother like trash. Hell, we had no
friends because of that. My father would never beat us, or lay a hand on my
mom. Just verbally abuse us very much. He'd tell my brother and I we were
worth shit, and my mom that she had no choice but to put up with him,
because she had no where else to go, and she had no other man to take her
in. Unfortunately for my dad, my mom and him never made a pre-nup. So, when
the divorce was settled, my mom got the house, and one of the cars, and my
dad was left a homeless bumb living in his car. Lucky for us, we had the
house.

I still remember the day my brother was born. I was ten years old. I still
hadn't gone through my puberty stage, so I didn't know what it was to be
hard, or to feel an orgasm. I swear, that when my brother was born, I got a
full erection. Not because of the sight my mom was in, but because I saw
the little man in my mom's armso. I had no clue until now that I was gay,
and definitely had no clue why I thought my brother was the most beautiful
person on the planet. He was so cute, when he was a baby boy. Mom and dad
could never get him to calm down. But me, that was a different story. I'd
hold him, and he'd stop crying right then and there. later, when he was
about seven years old, he got a very bad case of whooping cough. The
doctors had given him a very bad tasting medicine, and he said there was no
way he would take it. It was only when I promised I'd play with him for a
whole day, that he took his medicine very calmly. He retched, but he didn't
throw it updis I felt strange when my brother was sick, and I was stuck in
school. I was a Junior in high school at the time. I wanted to stay home,
and just take care of the little guy. I felt like my mom and dad had no
clue how to feed him, or give him his medicine, or any of that stuff. So,
on the worst day of my little brother'so virus, I got my mom to excuse me,
so that she could work, and I could take care of him. He seemed a little
happier that I was staying with him. I had actually gotten a beating from
my dad because I had argued with him to let me stay with my little brother.

He looked so cute laying on his little couch that my mom had fixed up for
him. He had short red hair, and he was thin and lanky. He was small enough
that I could always hold him in one arm, and he'd fit completely.

"Blade, I'm sorry you had to stay and take care of me. I hate dad so much."
he whispered with tears streaming down his eyes. "I'm sorry, big brother."
he said as he spotted my bruised face.

"Aw, don't worry, Little Dude." I said wrapping him up in his blankets and
lifting him into my arms. I give him a kiss on the cheek. "Dad'll be gone
in a long while. Then, it'll just be mom, and you that I'll take care of."
I said as I sat down with him in my arms. I meant everything I said to
Jason. I loved him so much, I'd do anything for him.

"Blade?" he said softly.

"What?" I asked pulling him very close to me.

"I need you to do me a favor. I really want something." he said. He freed
himself from my tight grip, and crawled on my lap to whisper into my
ear. As he did so, his thigh pressed against my pole, which hardened at
once. "I want chicken soup." he whispered so softly that I had to strain to
hear him.

"Oh boy." I said. "Will you stay here, with the television on, while I go
make you some?" I asked.

"Yes." he said softly.

I laid him down on the couch again, and tucked him in tightly. He looked so
helpless, and defenseless.

That whole day, I had stayed with him and we had watched cartoons the whole
time. I fed him soup, gave him his medicine, and watched over him when he
slept. He was out cold, which meant that he was sure to dream. They weren't
always good dreams either. When he would awake, I would hold him tight and
tell him everything was going to be okaydis I could feel his heart beat
very fast.

I remember when I was going to leave for college, I had applied for a
school all the way in New York. My dad was out "Working" and my mom and
Jason had come to see me off at the airport. All three of us were crying. I
didn't want to leave my mom, and Jason. Mostly, I didn't want to leave
Jason. ever since he had been able to talk and walk, we'd been
inseparable. Hell, I had taught him how to walk. This ten year old that
stood in front of me ready to say goodbye was white faced, and still small.

My mom, who had red hair just like all of us, looked sad to. Her blue eyes
were dull and sad. She was shorter than me, by a head, and she was heavy
set. She bore two children, suffered from constant put downs from her
husband, what else was she going to look like? My little brother's blue
eyes were full of anger and hatred thatowards me.

"Mom?" I asked as I hugged her at the gate. "Will you write to me every
day?" I asked tears filling my face.

"I'll call you every day, I'll write to you every day, I'll do whatever you
ask me to. When I went to college, grandpa and grandma wrote to me every
single day. We talked on the phone three times a day, to. Everything's
going to be okay, sport. You'll do fine." she said softly as she hugged me
back. "It's not like you're likeoosing us. You'll be able to call, and
you'll come home during breaks, and holidays. You'll have so much fun that
you won't wanna come home." she said sadly.

"Did you come home?" I asked still holding on to her.

"Every break." she said softly. "Every break. I never lost touch with my
mom and dad. I was the only child, though. I always came home."

"I love you, mom." I said letting go of her. "Are you gonna give me a hug,
Jason?" I asked wiping away some tears.

I will never forget the way he stared at me with his angry blue eyes. They
were blazing with a sort of radiating fire that I felt as if he'd burn me
with his stare. He shook his head. "You're supposed to be my brother. We're
supposed to be best friends. Friends don't quit on friends." he snarled. "I
hope your plane canrashes." he said turning around and walking off.

A stab went through my heart, and I felt like I was about to scream. Tears
streamed down my face as I watched him leave. My mom started to chase after
him, but the plane was leaving. I gave her one last hug, as a sob escaped
my throat. "Tell him I love him very much." I said as I let go of
her. "Call you?"

"All right, honey. Don't worry about your brother, he's just sad because
he'll be lonely for a while. I mean, you two stick together like glue." she
said.

My plane had flown safely from destination, to destination. I had made it
from Portland Oregon, to Newark, and from there, to New York. Nights
passed, and I tried hard to adjust to my loneliness. Sure, I missed my
mom. What I missed the most, was Jason. The smell of shampoo when I'd hold
him. When he had a bad dream, we'd put our twin beds together, and he'd
sleep beside me, holding my hand, or sleep snugly in my arms. The last
words still burned in my head. "I hope your plane crashes." "Friends don't
quit on friends." For the next week, whenever I called home, Jason was
sleeping, or in school. My mom always talked with me, though.

"Is he okay?" I'd asked trying not to break down and cry.

"I can hear him crying at night. Your father says not to go over there,
because it'll pass. He says he's just missing you. He won't let me comfort
him." she said sighing. "Blade, I don't know what to do anymore. I want out
of this relationship. You won't be too sad if you come home one day, and
there's no dad, will you?" she asked.

"No." I said sadly. "He's a dick, mom. Just leave." I said sighing.

"You have a room mate?" she asked.

"No. I'm in a single room at the dorm." I said sadly. "Mom, can't you find
Jason?" I asked as tears filled my eyes.

That had gone on for three weeks. It was on the Thursday of the third week,
and I was lying on my bed, sobbing into my pillow. I was twenty-one! I
missed my mom, and my brother. He was my best friend. Now, he's not even
talking to me. My cell phone began to vibrate. It was my mom. Or at least,
it was my house phone. I knew it couldn't be my dad.

"Hello?" I croaked still weeping softly.

"Blade?" said a very soft sad voice.

"Little Dude?" I asked holding the phone so tight to my ear, that I was
hurting myself.

"Blade! I need you! Come back! I need you! Mom went to the hospital. Dad
accidentally pushed her into the fireplace." he said sadly. "He's becoming
a fuckin' bastard."

"Whoa! Where'd you learn to talk like that?" I asked trying to stem the
flow of tears. "I'm so glad to hear your voice, Jason. I miss you so much."
I said sadly.

"I'm sorry I was a total dick." he said through a sob. "I love you."

"I love you to, Little Dude. I promise, no matter what happens, you'll
always be my best friend. I mean, come on. You and I are brothers." I said
softly.

I came home every chance I could. It took me five years to finished my
schooling. I was now a certified fire man. I could go out and get a job
whereever I wanted. I noticed that when ever I'd go home, there was always
something wrong. Jason began to distance himself from me. I knew he still
cared about me, but he didn't hug me anymore, he wouldn't come near me. My
mom says that he was like that with everyone. He was fifteen when I came
home for good. My dad had gone, and him and my mom were working on
finalizing their divorce. Jason was a Freshman in high school, and he still
had no friends. He had been born with albinism, so he always got made fun
of. I'll never forget when I walked into his room the first time I came
home. My mom was working, and I got a ride from a friend when I got to the
airport in Portland. She drove off as soon as I got to my stoop. I walked
into the house, and carried all my stuff up stairs. I walked right into
Jason's room, and alsomore fainted when I saw the sight that met me.

There sat Jason, with a nose bleed, and his glasses broken in his hands. He
didn't cry, he just stared at his glasses. Beside him, was my dad's
revolver that he'd bought with a license, for self defense. He didn't
move. I walked over to him, and took the gun from him. I unloaded it, and
walked back down stairs toput it back under lock and key.

"What the hell happened to your face?" I asked.

"This gang of boys beat me up. You can't be too black, you can't be too
white, because you'll get the shit beat out of you." he said. "Why are you
here?"

"Friends don't quit on friends." I said softly. "Need help getting cleaned
up?"

I sat beside him, and helped him clean up his face. He had a fat lip, and
bruises and cuts on his cheeks. I took his face in my left hand cupping his
chin gently. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. With my right
hand, I began to dab the rubbing alcohol on to his cuts. He opened his
eyes, and I stared into themore. We just sat there for about five minutes
looking into each other's eyes. I sort of became hard.

"Let's go buy you a new pair of glasses." I said angrily. "Come on, you
maggot."

"Why the hell are you being a dick to me, and then offering to buy my
glasses after you just cleaned off my face?" he asked angrily as he stood
up.

"Because you're a fag! Why the hell don't you fight back?" I asked. "Man,
you are a total faggot." I had no idea how right I was, in assuming that he
was a total faggot. Of course, I was to.

Mom was definitely surprised to see me when she got home. She had no idea
that her youngest son had almost committed suicide, and she had no clue
that I'd bought him new glasses. She was just happy to see me.

"So, are you feelin' like a big man? My first boy fresh out of
college. Come here for a minute." she said.

She grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me hard. "I can't hear the
knowledge in there. I thought you'd come back with loads of stuff." she
said tapping my head. "What? Is your brain still empty?"

"No, mom, it's full. Trust me. You're looking at a certified fire fighter."
I said smiling.

"That's great, son!" she said laughing. "Unfortunately, I'm going to be
working, and I have to leave town. I'll be back Sunday evening. We can
celebrate you guys then." she said.

"That sounds good!" shouted Jason from the living room.

"I think it's a good idea. I kinda need to bond with Jason. He's
changed. Have you noticed?" I asked softly.

"There's something you should know. Before you came home, Jason told me
something. He told me that he was hoping to get his permit. He told me that
he was hoping to get a place of his own. You know, if I co-sign his lease,
it's legal." she said softly as we both walked outside. "Blade, he told me
that he can't live heredis" she said softly. "Especially with you in the
house, he said."

"Why?" I asked confused.

"He says, that he's gay." she said with a smile.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Maybe, it's just one of those phases, that boys go
through. I mean, come on!" I said loudly.

"I told him that that's what it might be. He put it down right away. "Mom,"
he said looking right into my eyes. "I know I'm gay. The worst part is,
I've already got a crush on someone. I've had a crush on him ever since I
could remember. Mom, I can't be here if Blade comes home. Look. Just saying
his name makes my jeans tent up. See?" he said it all very seriously." she
said softly. "He told me that he thought it was a phase, but that when you
left for college, something broke inside him. He felt like you'd just
died."

"Today, I came home, and caught him trying to kill himself." I said
softly. "He got beaten up at school again. Mom, what do I do? Should I
leave?" I asked.

"As a psychologist, I don't think you should. It may be wrong, Blade, but I
know you feel the same way about your brother." she said seriously. "Why
else would you cry when you couldn't talk to him? There were times when I
walked by the couch, cleaning, and he was talking to you on the phone. All
you two would do is listen to each other breathe. I thought that was so
sweet. He'd sit there holding the phone so tight to his had, I thought it
became part of his face. I'd work it out with him. Because both of you
could get really hurt if you don't be careful. You're a good guy. If
something does happen, I promise, I won't kick you two out of the
house. You two are moreyou sons."

"Thanks, mom." I said softly. I leaned over and hugged her. Just as I did,
Jason came walking out of the house.

"Mom, I'm going for a run down at the park." he said softly. "I'll be back
in an hour."

"I need to clean. Your aunt Linda's coming over for dinner. Take your
brother with you."

"Who said I wanted to go?" I said startled.

"I did. Now, go."

"What were you and mom talking about?" asked Jason as we walked over to the
park.

"About how mad at me she was, because I left. She's glad I'm a fire
fighter, and all. She says that I really hurt her."

"You run?" he asked changing the subject abruptly.

"Yeah. When it's hot, like this." I said as we walked in through the
gates. We made our way over to the track.

"I jog fast. Think you can keep up?" he asked.

"I might just pass yuh." I said softly as I stood beside him. "Let's see
how long you can go, maggot." I said bitterly.

We both began to jog slowly. First, at a brisk power walk. I sped up, he
sped up. He slowed down, I slowed down. Fifteen minutes into the run, the
air pushing against us seemed to push us closer together. We were now so
close, I could reach out to him, and take his hand. Or slap him. We kept on
jogging. This was so amazing to me. Jason and I were one. We were one
person, with one soul, and one heart. We kept speeding up at every lap,
until we were running fast. None of us breathed fast either, we just took
deep slow breaths. We kept on running. I lost track after the tenth lap.

So, he was gay. At the thought of that my stomach churned with
excitement. If I played my cards right, my brother's ass was mine. Not to
mention that nice juicy dick of his. Mom had just said he'd been just as
hurt as me when I left. He was right. In a way, I did quit on him for a
while. I left him with a trashy dad. Oh man, I'm a bad older brother.

How was this happening? What was the force that attracted me to this young
man running beside me? Just as I spared a glance at him, he slid on a
leaf. I gripped his arm as we kept on running, and he kept his balance. I
decided not to let go. This was completely insane. It's call incest, and
you could go to jail for it. So, why was moreyou heart doing cart wheels at
the sight of my brother running beside me? At the feel of his arm in my
grip?

"Are you ready to quit, bitch?" I asked as we ran.

"No. I can tell you're not so hot yourself any more, Blade."

"We'll see. I'll make you work your little ass so hard, you'll be begging
like the faggot you are. You'll be crying to me like a bitch. Begging me to
stop. Just wait."

We kept on running. I felt blissful as I ran with him. As if reading each
other's minds, we both turned and ran out through the park gates, and
headed for home. We weren't making it a race, we just ran together. We
burst into the house finally breaking our blissful rhythm.

"Hello, boys." said aunt Linda smiling at me. "You two did quite a work
out. Welcome back, Blade." she said smiling.

"I'm never taking this maggot with me again." I said as I sat down on the
couch. "He runs too fast. I'm twenty-five. I'm an old dude."

"Mom, is dinner done?" he asked getting a glass of water.

"Yes, you two. The Thai food is all ready for us to eat. Your aunt made
herself quite a feast."

"Since your mom is going out of town, tomorrow, and I'm the cause of it
all. Anyway, this is your birthday dinner, both of you. Hopefully, you'll
have some left over for tomorrow."

"These boys eat a lot." said my mom laughing. "I don't know if we'll have
anything left for seconds ourselves."

I walked over to Jason, and took the glass of water that he was half way
done with, and drank the rest of the water.

"That was my glass." Jason said bitterly.

"So?" I asked licking my lips. "I was thirsty, and the glass was right
there, and I drank it. What are you gonna do about it, yuh lil fag?"

his; nice to your brother, Blade." said my mom pointedly at me.

"I'm just playin' with 'em. He's a good little bro." I said brushing his
hand with mine. I am not joking when I saw him visibly flinched. A dull red
crept up from his neck to his face.

"Here's your glass back. I refilled it was for you." I said after I'd
refilled the glass, and drank half of it again. As I handed it to him, our
fingers touched. This time, I was positive I saw him jump. I glanced down
and saw a big bulge in his pants. I looked quickly down at my pole, and saw
that it was straining agst my jeans. Mom was right.

It had been a great dinner. It took us all three hours to finish it. By the
time we were done, my mom and aunt Linda were complaining that they'd have
to let their pants out a few inches. It was about seven thirty when we all
made it into the living room.

"Come on, sis. Help me pack some stuff." she said smiling.

"I'm gonna go take a swim." I said looking at the clock. "Pool's probably
warm enough."

"All right. If we don't join yuh, it's because we're still packing." said
aunt Linda.

"Wanna join me, Jason? We can play catch with the beach ball." I said
getting up.

"My life is boring. Might as well." he said as we both walked up stairs to
the bedroom.

"You want me to move into the guest room, when aunt Linda leaves?" I asked
as I stripped down and put on a pair of swim trunks.

"No. Why?" he asked matter of factly. He was turned away from me as I
watched him remove his shirt and jeans. His jockeys were so amazing to look
at, I almost lost control.

I realized I hadn't seen my little brother naked for a long time. He was
completely smooth. Just like me. He was white as porcelain. He looked very
beautiful from the back. This was only the back! I couldn't wait to see
what he looked like from the front. Just looking at his ass made me feel
strange. Shit, he looked haveot.

"I get this feeling you don't wanna share a room with me any more." I said
as I watched him put on his trunks.

"It's not you. Don't worry. I'll get over whatever the hell's wrong with
me." he said smiling.

We both walked out on to the deck in the back yard. The air was hot, and
dry, kind of like it was in Texas. It was the first week of the summer. It
was bound to be hot, right? We both dove into the pool at the same
time. The water was warm, probably from the sun hitting it all day. It was
blissful to be here and have the water splash athat my sore muscles. I swam
once around the pool and saw that Jason was trying not to move.

"Toss the ball here, Blade." he said in a choked voice.

We played catch for a while. It was very fun playing with my little brother
again. We began to play keep away after a little game of catch. This was
really fun, because there was close contact between the two of us. He'd pin
me against the pool wall, as he snatched the ball away, and swam off. I'd
grab him around the waist and take the ball as my other hand firmly held on
to him to prevent him from moving. On the fifth time that I had to snatch
the ball from him, he wouldn't release. I grabbed him from the waistband of
his trunks and literally poured him out of his clothing. He let go of the
ball as he saw that I'd taken off his trunks, and his jockeys. I yelled
athat the top of my lungs in a victory scream. I laughed as I tossed his
clothing out of the pool. I was trying to aim for the grill, but because it
was the worst day of our lives, my little brother's trunks and jockeys
sailed over the fence and into the next yard. Luckily no one lived there. I
looked down at my little brother, and soaw that he was white faced. Tears
filled his eyes, and he retreated into the deep end of the pool.

"I didn't mean to do that!" I said loudly. "I was hoping they'd land on the
grill! Jason, please!"

"How the hell am I going to get back into the house, you fucking bbastard?
You filthy sun of a bitch! How am I going to get back into the house?" he
yelled.

"Don't talk like that, little brother. You can wear my trunks. It's no big
deal." I said taking off my own trunks and wading over to him. I could see
his cock standing straight at attention as I looked down. He was frozen.

"You are so fucking rude! What the hell were you thinking? You filthy sun
of a bitch! I am not your brother any more!" he yelled.

"Jason, please! Don't talk to your elders like that! Take my trunks, if
it's such a big deal! As if my mom and aunt Linda didn't change our
diapers!" I yelled.

"I don't want your stupid trunks!" he shouted. "You little fucker!"

"All right then." I said as the anger boiled up in me. "If it's such a big
deal, here."

I took off my boxers, and I tossed my clothing over the fence to. Now, we
were both fully naked in the water.

"Watch me go into the house. It's no big deal." I said. I climbed out of
the pool, and walked back into the house. Hopefully, Jason would come back
soon.

"What happened?" asked my aunt as I walked through the up stairs hall
way. I was shivering, and my cock was pressing tightly against my belly
trying to keep warm.

"Jason and I accidentally wrestled, I took his clothes off, on accident,
and now, he's out there standing in the pool, afraid to come back in,
because it's such a huge deal."

"Oh brother. It's not like we didn't change their diapers when they were
little or nothing." aunt Linda said sighing. "Are you gonna go give the boy
a change of clothes?" she asked.

"Yes." I said angrily as my heart ached for my little brother.

"Why'd you do it?" asked Jason as we both lay on either side of the room
two hours later.

"I don't know. I guess I thought I still had my little brother. You know,
we used to play like that all the time. Jason, I bathed you when mom
couldn't. Remember that time you were stupid enough to walk on the frozen
swimming pool? You fell in, and I saved your fuckin' life. Afterward, I
gave you my jacket to wrap around you, so that you wouldn't freeze. Dude,
for three years I changed your diapers, for fuck's sake. I just thought it
could be like the old days. I guess I was wrong. Maybe it's because I'm
already twenty-five." I said bitterly.

"I'm not four any more, Blade. I'm almost sixteen. Okay? I'm not a little
boy any more."

"You'll always be my little brother." I said bitterly. "Even if you get a
huge growth spurt, and grow taller than me. You'll always be my little
brother. You'll always be my Little Dude."

The night was restless. I somehow felt like I'd crossed a line I didn't
dare cross before because I knew it would turn out badly. I felt like I'd
hurt Jason in some way. It was hard to sleep in the night. I know for a
fact that at around one in the morning, I heard him crying on the other
side of the room. That just tore me up inside.

"Boys!" hissed a voice. "Hello! Anyone awake?" I'm leaving now." said my
mom at seven in the morning.

"Bye, mom." I said as she came over and hugged me. "Have a good trip. See
you tomorrow."

"Use this time wisely, Blade." she whispered as she pretended to kiss
me. "Jason needs you. Can't you see how lost he is? Don't you two do
anything bad!" she said loudly as she went over to Jason's bed.

"Bye mom." said Jason. The next words were said through a sob. "I love
you. Please come home soon." I saw him whisper something in her ear. The
next words were magnified it seemed, because everything had gone completely
silent. "Mamma, you have to help me talk to Blade. I need my brother!
Please! This is beginning to reYou hurt me." he whispered.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." said my mom as she let go of my brother.

Those words had stabbed a knife through my heart. What was I supposed to
do? How do I let him know that I love him just the same way?

"You two boys stay out of trouble! And no weed!" my aunt shouted from the
door way. "Come on, sis. You can help me with your bags."

"I love her," said Jason sighing. "But who wakes up at seven in the morning
on a Saturday? During summer?"

"She does." I said yawning.

"Happy birthday, boys!" the two women shouted.

"Thank you!" we both yelled.

"I'm going back to bed." I said turning over. "I didn't get any sleep."

"Neither did I. No one better call, either." Jason said rolling over facing
away from me.

It was eleven when I awoke the next time. I heard the shower running. I
don't know, but I just fell back to sleep after I figured that Jason was
taking a shower. When I woke up next, it was eleven forty-five. There went
half of my day. I had no clue what had woken me up, except that the house
sounded strangely empty. I went down stairs in jeans, and I saw my brother
playing on his X box.

"Dude! Get the power biscuit!" I yelled knowing exactly what game he was
playing. "It's right behind that cow!"

"That's cow shit, you filthy fag." he said chuckling. "Yes! I get high
score!" he yelled. "I'm going jogging. Naw. I'm going to play basketball at
the gym." he said as he turned off his game and put it away.

"You eat breakfast?" I asked yawning.

"No. I'm just gonna come back and eat lunch. Okay?" he said as he left the
room and went into the hall.

"I'm taking a shower." I said sighing. "See yuh when you get back."

"Bye."

I took a long shower. It was before I turned on the water, that I saw
something on the bathtub wall. It looked like my little brother had jacked
off right in the bathtub. "Oh fuck!" I yelled out loud as I became
instantly erect.

I got out of the shower an hour later. I quickly brushed back my hair, and
put on a black shirt, and a pair of jeans. My gut was starting to hurt, and
I felt like something was wrong. Maybe it was just because I was hungry. I
wanted to shoot some hoops with my brother. I left the house, locking it
behind me, and walked the block and a half to the gym. I hoped that Jason
hadn't gone jogging.

When I entered the gym, it shocked me that there was no one at the front
desk. I walked straight to the basket ball courts, and saw a crowd the size
of a small concert in there. There were security guards and workers trying
to break up a fight. I heard a very familiar sneering voice in the crowd.

"This little faggot's got what's comin' to him!" a boy shouted. "Your big
brother ain't here to save your ass, Shaltz. Come on, tell us how you
became a bleached scrawny little sissy faggot?"

"You're going to kill him!" shouted a deep booming voice. "You guys are
going to hurt him! If you don't break it up, I'll call the police."

I ran into the gym, and saw two girls watching as tears filled their
eyes. A basket ball soared through the air aiming for my little brother's
gut. I ran to him and pushed him aside catching the ball and making a shot.

"You filthy faggot. You're so white, it's like a ghost." said the same
voice. "I bet you've got the devil in you, you fuckin' homo!"

"Don't you dare call my brother a faggot, you sun of a bitch! If I hear you
call my brother any more names, I will beat you so badly, that the police
will be afraid to side with you, because they'll know I'll beat 'em to!
Leave my brother alone, Smith, or I'll give you a real reason to bitch, you
pussy!" I shallouted. "You fuckin' bitch, Ross. Instead of jumping in to
break it up, you just stand there! I should have you fired! I've got that
kind of money!" I yelled as I grabbed Jason by the arm. I turned him around
to face me, so that we could go home, and saw that the side of his face was
completely bruised up. I frog marched him out of the gym. A ball came
flying towards him almost ready to hit him in the back of the head. I took
him by the hand and dragged him towards me, and the ball sailed past and
broke a window.

"You're payin' for that Blade!" shouted one of the security guards.

"My ass, you bastard!" I yelled as I broke into a run still holding my
brother's hand tightly, his fingers laced through mine.

We jogged all the way home. There was blood dripping from a cut on his
cheek, and also his nose. I took my shirt off when we entered and pressed
it to his face. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him to the
couch.

"What the fuck happened?" I asked as I went back and shut the door and
locked it.

"I got two basket balls in the face. I think I also got a concussion."

"I'm not talking about the injuries, Jason. I'm talking about how this all
started."

"I was twenty minutes into my shooting. I waited as long as I could for
you, but you never came. Brandon saw me, and started teasing me, and I just
ignored it. I didn't wanna fight. I wasn't looking for trouble. He takes my
ball and hits me in the gut with it, and I fall. My face made contact with
the ground. Then, as they were calling me names, the crowd began to
gather. Did you know, none of them helped me?" he asked still holding my
shirt to his face.

"I'll go get us food." I said sadly.

"That's what happens when you're albino. he said angrily. "You get the shit
beat out of you, and you get hurt all the fucking time."

I got two plates of the left over Thai food made for my brother and I. I
heard the television on in the living room. I looked in as the plates
heated up in the microwave, and I saw him sitting there with his head
buried in my shirt. I saw him shaking with sobs. "Oh, Jason." I said softly
as tears filled my own eyes.

"Foods ready!" I yelled a little too loudly. "You want me to bring it over
there?" I asked.

"If you don't mind." Jason said from the living room. "At this point, if I
move, I might just throw up."

I took the two plates over to the coffee table and set them down. I came
back to the kitchen, and grabbed two glasses, and the bottle of lemonade.

"Sorry. I guess you can't wear your shirt now." he said handing me back my
shirt. "Although my blood isn't coming out any more."

"I don't give a damn." I said putting my shirt on. I saw myself in the
mirror. The front of my shirt looked bad. Stains of blood were covering it
as if I'd been the one beaten up. I could also feel warm wet spots on my
chest and shoulders. His tears had soaked through.

We sat down and ate a good meal. We both managed to down the whole bottle
of lemonade. Somehow, I knew that something was going to happen, I just
didn't know what it was.

"Now I feel sleepy." he said sighing. "I'm not supposed to sleep. What if I
never wake up?"

"You'll be fine." I said as I took all the stuff back to the kitchen.

I went back to the living room and sat down beside Jason. I smiled at him.

"I have a question." he said sadly. "Why the hell do you call me names, and
yet you were pissed off through the roof when those guys were calling me
names?"

"Because you're my brother. You're my brother, Jason, and I love you." I
said suddenly. I slipped an arm around his shoulders.

"Oh God, Blade! Don't!" he said loudly, trying to struggle out of my
grip. "Dude, you don't know what you're doing to me!" he gasped. He tried
to struggle out of my grip, with no success. Finally, he began to cry.

"Yes. I. Do." I said over powering him and pulling him into my
arms. "I. Love. Y." I said as my lips pressed against his.

My arms were tightly holding him, as we kissed. At first, I saw that he was
shocked. He burst into tears in my arms. I held him to me, and gently began
to stroke him. My hands running from the back of his head, down to cup his
ass. I had no eyes for anyone in the world, but for my little brother. I
kissed both of his cheeks, his forehead, his pointed chin, and finally, his
full lips. He let out a loud moan and I let go of him.

"Blade?" he gasped.

"It's all about you, little brother. It's all about you." I said. "Just
wait right here."

I walked up stairs, and grabbed a jar of Vaseline from my dresser drawer. I
walked back down stairs, and I gently undid his jeans. His dick was
straining against the material of his jockeys, trying to get free. I gently
pulled his jeans and jockeys down. I tossed them on the floor in the middle
of the living room, and looked down at what he had. What a sight it was. He
had a fully erect prick, ten inches. He was completely smooth, and his
balls hung low between his legs. His dick seemed to wave at me as it swayed
free of it's confinement.

"Oh, fuck! Blade," he said as his cock jumped. "What the hell are you
doing?"

"I'm taking care of you." I said as I undid my own jeans. I tossed my
clothes on top of Jason's. He nearly passed out as he saw my own hard
cock. "What do you say, little brother?" I asked softly nearing close to
him.

"Blade! I want you so bad!" he said pleadingly.

He got up and took the jar of lube from me. He dipped his hand into it, and
came out with a huge glob. He slathered it on both hands, and started to
completely cover my cock. "Oh, Jason. That feels good." I said as I
flinched at the way his hands ran up and down my length. "Lay down, Little
Dude." I said as my ownot prick began to jump. "No, Jason. The other way. I
wanna see your face when I make you cum for me." I said as he attempted to
lay down on his stomach.

I lifted his legs up to my shoulders and gently pressed my cock into his
ass. I watched him wince a little. "Tell me if you want me to stop." I said
as I kept on going. "Just relax, son. just relax." I said as I gently eased
myself into him. I knew he was waiting, just like me, for our bodies to be
one. I gently eased myself in, until I was all the way up to the hilt of my
hard cock. "Let me know if you're hurting, Jason. We can stop."

"I think I see stars!" he whispered. "Oh, Blade! This is so beautiful!" he
gasped.

I had never tried this with any one else. But I was waiting for the right
time to try this with my brother. As I stayed there waiting for my cock to
adjust, and for his ass to get used to me, we began to slowly kiss.

"I love you so much, Blade." he said between kisses. "You're my best
friend."

"Mmmmmm! You're my best friend to, Jason. Everything's going to be okay." I
said as I gently probed his mouth with my tongue.

"Uh! You don't know how long I've dreamed about this!" he groaned as I
kissed him gently. "Blade, I've wanted this for so long!" he groaned as I
began to thrust in and out of him. "I've wanted to feel you and hold you. I
see you in my dreams all the time. Blade, I've wanted you for too long." he
groaned.

"When you fuck, Jason, the number one rule about fucking, is you have to
make the person you're fucking cum first. You cum after they do. Or when
you think you're done pleasuring them. You hold it as long as you can." I
said as I thrust in and out of him. "Especially if she's a girl. That's
what make you seem like you're really good at sex." I said as I twitched
inside him. "Do you like it?" I asked as he reached for his cock. "You
don't need to do that. Leave it alone." I said as he wrapped his arms
around my waist. "If I'm any good at this, you'll cum without touching
yourself." I said as I gently licked his lips.

"Blade! Oh Blade! This feels so good!" he groaned as I started to go
faster.

"You ever been with anyone before?" I asked knowing the answer.

"No! You're my first." he said as I held him to me and kept on going. "I
bet you've been with a lots of girls. It's been a little over six years,
big brother." he said softly.

"I've been waiting for you, Jason." I said as his remark sent a stab of
pain through me. "I've been waiting for my little brother."

"I think whenever you thrust in, I see stars." he groaned. "I think you're
hitting something inside me."

"That's not all I can do." I said as I pulled us both up. "Get on your
knees, and I'll fuck you from the back. Let your big brother show you how
it's done." I said as he squatted down, and I plowed into him once
more. "You like that son?" I asked as I rammed my hard dick into his tight
ass.

He couldn't say anything. His ass clamped around me, and he let out a
series of groans and grunts. I saw a huge glob of cum squirt out of his
dick, and hit the trash can. Another squirt landed right in my mouth. A
third and fourth squirt also landed right in the trash. He gave a total of
seven squirts, four of which landed in the trash, three in my open
mouth. He groaned as he kept on repeating my name.

"Okay, I'm going to pull out of you now." I said as my own balls tightened
against me.

"No! It's your turn! You have to fill me now." he said gasping for breath.

"It's all about you, Little Dude. If you want." I said.

"Please, Blade. Please!" he begged squeezing his ass around my cock.

He and I stood up. He laid back down, and I rammed my hard dick back into
him. Just as I did that, the phone rang.

I reached over and picked it up, all the while keeping up a steady pace of
fucking him hard. "Hello?" I said into the phone. I could hear the sound of
our balls slapping together. Jason over here, was struggling not to make a
noise as he came again. This time, as the voice spoke on the other line, I
held my mouth open and he aimed perfectly at it. It was kind of like
tasting my own seed. Since we were so alike anyway.

"Fuck me, Blade!" he whispered as I listened to the person on the
phone. "Fuck me faster."

"This is a collect call from, "Hey! It's mom." Please press one to accept
this call, press two to decline, or press nine to hear this message again."
I pressed one. "Hold on one moment, while we connect your call." the
automated voice said.

My little brother spasmed again for the third time. As always, I was ready,
and caught all of it. I caught every drop of his seed in my mouth. He let
out a loud scream as he erupted and saw that I was ready to catch every
drop.

"hello?" said a lady's voice.

"Hey, mom!" I said as I began to ram him faster. "How are things?" As my
mom plunged into the story of how things were, I began to tongue fuck my
brother's mouth. I could tell that he could taste himself on me, because he
thrust back at me with every stroke, and ground into me as I fucked him. I
could still feel his balls slapp+ mine. I didn't know whether this was
supposed to add to the eroticism of it all, me talking to mom, or if I
should feel uncomfortable. So, I did what any man would do. I just kept on
going.

"We finally ended up getting here after all that." my mom was saying
tiredly. "Where's Jason?" she asked.

"He's laying on the couch." I said as I pumped my dick into him. This was
technically true. I just didn't mention that I was laying on top of him.

"Can you hand him the phone?" asked my mom excitedly. "I want to wish him a
happy birthday. How is my special little boy?" she asked.

"He's fine." I said smiling as I planted a silent kiss on my brother's
mouth. "Here you go, Maggot. Mom wants to talk to you."

I watched as I rammed into him at a steady pace, and he talked to my
mom. He kept on giving her one word answers, because he was having so much
trouble speaking.

"Thai." he said through gritted teeth. "Playing a game. I'm about to
loose. Yeah, it's me against him. I just lost." he said as cum flooded my
mouth again. "I lost big time." he said between a moan and a laugh. "Mom,
you made me lose." he said as a couple more squirts went into my mouth.

"Oh, that tastes so good." I said softly as I licked my lips. "Wants some?"

"No!" he said loudly. "Don't pull it out. He's about to pull the electrical
plug out of the X box. What a freakin' idiot." said Jason as his dick
shrank back to normal size. I think I was starting to get blue balls from
holding mine in so much. There must be a lot of loads waiting to be
squirted. "Thankso, mom. I'll see yuh when you got home." he
said. "Okay. Love yuh."

"Leave it to a mother to call when her sons are trying to get laid." I said
as I lay there running my hands all over my brother. "Leave it to your
mother to call when you're trying to have sex."

"Leave it to a loyal son to answer the phone, even though he's just about
to shoot." Jason said licking a droplet of cum off my lips. "Seriously,
though. It's your turn to cum. I'm all out."

"If you say anything, Jason, I may not hear you." I said as I resumed my
steady pace. "I tend to go into my own zone when I jack off. This is
probably the same."

"Mmmmmm! just go." said Jason as he kissed me.

Suddenly, I let myself go. I was one with my brother. We were one, like we
should be. I held him tight in that embrace as I rammed in and out of
him. My pace picked up. The power that kept me going was the power to fill
my brother. The same urges that drive all other men to fill their
partner. Whether it's a male or a female. I was one with Jason. My cock
didn't exist. There was no beginning or ending to either of our bodies. We
were just one. I moaned loudly in pure ecstasy as I fucked him. My mouth
repeating and repeating his name. Jason, his beautiful name. Jason, the way
he identified himself as an individual from all other boys. he was my
brother. He was the boy that I knew so well. Jason, my love. I felt like I
was on fire. I screamed as I started to orgasm into his tight, beautiful,
ass. I yelled. I wanted to let him know what a good feeling I was having.

"Jason! I love you!" I yelled as I exploded. "Oh fuck! I love you, Jason!"
I yelled. I still couldn't hear anything that he was saying. I just kept on
squirting into his hot ass. "Oh fuck! I love you, baby!" I yelled. "Jason!"
I shouted as loudly as I could. I kept on shooting, and shootingdis I had
been holding it in for so long. I moaned loudly as I collapsed on to my
brother's body.

"You okay, sport?" I asked as I lay there on top of him.

"I've never been better." he whispered softly. "Not in a million years."

"Jason." I said softly.

"Blade." he said back.

"you're so amazing. I love you so much." I said as I lay there beside
him. "I have to pull out, Little Dude."

"Fine." he said sadly.

"Don't worry. I'm not leaving."

I pulled out of him, and saw that I was spent. He got up, and walked into
the bathroom. I heard a stream as all my cum flooded out of his ass. I
walked into the bathroom, and knelt down. I wrapped my arms around him, and
held him tight, as he emptied himself out. He just stared at me. We looked
into each other's eyes, and I swore that I could hear fireworks.

He cleaned up his bottom, and we walked back to the couch. I lay down, and
he climbed over me and collapsed beside me. I wrapped one arm around him,
and I took his cock in my hand with the other. He did the same thing.

"We have to talk about this, Blade." he mumbled as he lay there in my arms.

"Okay." I said flipping him over so that I lay on top of him, our dicks and
our nipples touching.

"I swear, when you left, I was dead. Blade, when you left, you took part of
me with you."

"I swear that when you were born, I got hard." I said as I switched and
turned on my side. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. It's funny, both
of us were still wearing shirts. I was still wearing the shirt with his
dried blood and tears on it.

"You were in the delivery room?" asked Jason as his arms tightened around
my waist.

"I was. I remember, because you were so beautiful in my mom's arms. I was
the one who cut the cord." I said as he smiled at me.

"Blade, I don't know what the hell I'd do without you." he said softly.

"It was love at first sight, Jase." I said as I pulled him very close to
me.

"You know this is your shirt?" he asked as he pointed to the shirt he wore.

"Hey!" I said looking closely at it. "How did you get it?"

"I took it from your suitcase. I always wear it when I'm feeling lost, or
you're not here, or I just need to feel close to you. It has your cent on
it. That drives me crazy."

"You're so sweet, Jason." I said as I kissed him.

"Blade?" he said softly. "Don't leave me. I just don't know what I'd do if
you did."

"I love you so much, Jason." I said as I kissed his cheeks, his forehead,
his chin, his full lips. "Would you like to try shooting baskets again?" I
asked as I held him.

"Sure. Let's both grab a shower first, though."

We both took a shower, and stepped back into the clothes we were wearing
before we got side tracked. I called one of my mom's friends who lived
right across the street. I knew a place where we could go that no one would
say a word to my brother, or bother him, or call him names.

"Dean, can we barrow your bike?" I asked as I listened to what he would say
on the other line. "We're going to the gym on the other side of town. Play
basket ball."

"Sure. Just make sure you take really good care of it." Dean said
laughing. "Come get the keys." he said with a grin in his voice. "I'll be
waiting for yuh."

Ten minutes later, I was riding down the street with my brother in front of
me. My arms were wrapped around his waist, so that I could take hold of the
handle bars. He had his arms folded across his chest, and was leaning back
against me as we drove. We got there with in fifteen minutes.

We shot baskets for about forty-five minutes. People kept coming up to me
and asking me if that was little Jason. Everyone knew me, because this was
the fire station's gym. Since I was supposed to start in a month, I was
allowed to come and work out at the gym any time I wanted. So, the rest of
the day was spent working out in the gym, or play+ basket ball. I was just
glad that I had my brother back. He fell asleep as we drove back to the
neighborhood. I saw the two dudes that had beat on him, and I gave them
each a finger. When we got to the house, I caught a surprise as I spotted a
car parked in our drive way. Jason did me the favor of going to return the
keys to Dean, as I investigated who was in my drive. It was my father.

"How are you, Blake?" he asked as he got out of the car.

"It's Blade." I said bitterly. "What do you want?"

"I wanted to talk to your mother." he said. "Where did Mason just run off
to?"

"It's Jason. My mother isn't home. I think you should leave, before I call
the cops. She won't be back for another month."

"Tell her to give me a call. I'd like to arrange a meeting with you two,
and your step mother."

"Go eat shit, you bastard." Jason said coming back from Dean's. "Get out of
here."

I smiled at him as he climbed into his car, and drove away. I opened the
door to our house, and we both got in. It was about ten PM.

Without a word, we both walked up stairs, and threw off our shirts. I
walked over to his twin bed, and pushed it up beside mine. I laid down on
my side, and pulled the blankets over me. He did the same thing. I took him
in my arms, and we both just laid there, listening to the other one
breathe. My palm settled against his chest, where his heart was. I could
feel his heart beat through his warm soft skin. Proof of the blood that ran
through his veins. The very same blood that ran through my veins, making us
related. I watched as his eyes closed. My heart filled with contempt. I
gave him one final slow kiss before we both went to sleep.

"Jason." I whispered his name.

"Blade." he said softly as he returned the kiss.

In order to prove to my mom and maybe to my aunt Linda that we weren't
slobs, the next day we spent it cleaning the house. We drank coffee for
breakfast, eating a piece of bread. We washed our dishes from yesterday,
and tossed our clothing into the laundry. It was all done in four
loads. Leave it to mom to call and checknowledge up on us even if she's
only twelve hours away from coming home.

"Hey, Blade. You sound a little bit more concentrated today." she said as I
held the phone to my ear. Jason was doubled over laughing on the kitchen
counter.

"What are you talking about?" I asked smacking him across his ass.

"I could've sworn that Jason and you paid more attention to your game
yesterday, than to me." she said as we proceeded to clean the kitchen
table.

"It's hard playing with him." I said sighing. "Especially when he trashes
on you all the time."

"That's what you get for thinking a cow pie is a biscuit." said Jason loud
enough for my mom to hear.

"Put it on speaker. I want to talk to both of my boys at once." she said.

"You sound like someone just got killed." I said as I clicked the speaker
button on the phone.

"Your aunt isn't here, so I've got a few minutes to speak with both of
you. Blade, don't you dare hurt your little brother. If you lay a hand on
him, and hurt him, I will totally cut you out of the will. Jason, darling,
if you're chasing after big dreams," she said pointedly. "Make sure it's
what you really want."

"I told him that yesterday." I said as I took my brother's hand. "He's the
boss. He can only take things as far as he likes."

"Will you two promise to be careful?" she asked seriously.

"Yes, mom." Jason and I said looking straight into each other's eyes. "We
promise."

"All right. I know I can trust both of you. However, if I hear that you've
been playing with him dangerously, Blade, I will personally make sure when
we all play monopoly, you go to jail."

As she spoke to us, I totally caught the jist of what she was trying to
tell me. Most people loved to be dangerously erotic. That sort of sent
chills down my spine. My mom seemed to be fine with us other wise. We both
said bye, trying not to sound too quick about it, or too suspicious.

"What are you guys doing, anyway?" she asked before she hung up.

"Cleaning." said Jason forcing the word out of his mouth. "Afterward, I
think a good wash is in order for Bullet." Bullet was the little bug that
my mom had left behind because she'd gone with aunt Linda.

"See you boys soon, than." she said sighing a heavy sigh. his; careful!"
Somehow I knew that this was a very carefully placed be careful.

As my brother and I reorganized the house, and cleaned whatever was dirty,
I reflected on what had happened yesterday. I thought over and over about
what had taken place between Jason and I. I could really end up hurting
Jason if later I were to find out I wasn't gay. I loved him way too much to
do that. Did I want kids? No. Did I like women? I still don't know. Was I
really in love with my own brother? I still didn't know either. Yet, I'd
been feeling this ever since he was born. How did I know that this wasn't a
phase? I didn't want to end up hurting Jason. Especially, because there's
times when I get carried away, and verbally abuse him.

"You don't do it like that, you little maggot." I said angrily as we sat
playing a game after we'd cleaned. "I'm surrounded!"

I saw how intent he looked as he played, and I watched him for a long
time. He still looked very handsome to me. I couldn't see myself with
anyone else. Not another man, and certainly, not a woman. I definitely knew
I was in love with Jason.

"Did you see the time?" he asked as we turned off the game. "It took us all
that time to clean, and eat dinner. It's already nine thirty." he said
laughing. "When did mom say she was coming home?"

"She said she'd be home around midnight." I said as we both collapsed on to
the bed.

Unconsciously, I reached over, and took the waistband of my brother's
jeans. I slipped them off along with his briefs. I heard his breathing
become heavier. I saw his rod gently swell up as I backed away.

"Blade," he gasped as he began to breath faster. "What are you doing?"

"Well, seeing as I completely spent myself yesterday fucking you, I
figured, you may as well return the favor. Before mom gets home, and finds
us in a very awkward state."

I took the jar of lube that I'd found on the couch today, from yesterday,
and opened it. Before I lubed him up, I dropped to my knees, and took him
gently in my mouth. It took him thirty seconds to climax as I sucked on him
slowly. He let out a loud moan, and his knees buckled under him. I held his
seed in my mouthis taking in the glorious taste of it.

"Mmmmmm. That's wonderful." I said as I came back up. "That's so
wonderful."

I took a great big glob of lube and began to stroke his now small cock. It
became bigger in my hand as I lubed him up. I made sure to do it as
copiously as I could, so that it would be easy to slide him inside me. I
put the lube back on the dresser, and laid down on the bed. He came over to
me, and took my legs, resting them on his shoulders.

"Blade?" he said in a wild whisper. "You'll let me know if I hurt you?"

"Yes. But I couldn't be in better hands." I said as his dick pressed
against my opening. "Really."

The pain was unbelievable as he gently eased into me. He had two inches of
his ten inside me, and I felt like I'd been stabbed. My forehead was
beginning to sweat profusely.

"Blade, are you okay?" he asked stopping where he was at.

"I'm fine, Jason. Just keep going, and you'll be there soon." I said calmly
as his face became a shade of green.

"Dude, you're in pain. I can tell you're really hurt." he said attempting
to pull back out.

"Jason, please. I've felt worse than this. Hell, emotional pain feels worse
than this. When you didn't talk to me for a month, it felt worse than
this." I said thrusting up to him and making him sink in a couple more
inches. I almost cried out as the pain filled my body. I wondered if he'd
felt this much pain.

"Wait." he said. He gently pushed in a little bit more, and he was half way
in.

Jason began to kiss me. As his lips pressed against mine, I gently felt the
tip of his tongue brush my closed lips. I opened my mouth, and invited him
in. As we lay there, I found that the pain was lessening. My cock began to
get bigger as I lay under him. Before I even had time to begin to enjoy the
kiss, he was all the way to the hilt inside me. Here I was, big brother
impaled on little brother's sword.

"Kinda feels strange, at first. Doesn't it?" he asked.

"Sort of full." I said trying to get used to his big powerful dick inside
me.

He flexed his cock inside of me, and I shivered as he sent a wave of
pleasure through me. I squeezed my sphincter around him, and saw a spark
fly in his eyes.

"Ready?" he asked still holding his position.

"Whenever you are." I said through a kiss. "I trust you completely."

He pulled all the way out, until he was only in about half an inch. Then,
with extreme force, he rammed back in. Sparks popped in my eyes as he did
this again. I saw my cock jump every time he thrust in and out. I began to
breath faster. He picked up the pace as one of his hands gently twisted my
chin the right way. He began to kiss me as he fucked. My body quickly got
used to the strange full feeling and I ended up forgetting about it. I was
one with Jason again. It was pure bliss. We were one man. Just like all
brothers should be. There was no cock holding us together. We were
one. There was no end to his body, or beginning to mine. We were just
one. He pointed his cock downward as he thrust in me, and something
different happened. I felt another jolt of ecstasy. He twisted his cock
upward again, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I let out one final
moan, screamed his name, and shot my load. He, just like me, was ready. I
watched as my seed landed in his moreouth. It looked so amazing to see
this, that I shot off a second time. Jason was definitely good at what he
was doing.

"It's not over yet, Blade. Watch me make you cum again." he said softly as
my dick swelled to full mast again.

He picked up the pace, as he continued to kiss me. It was blissful to be in
his care. Between each kiss, he would repeat my name, and give me a rough
thrust. Suddenly, he took this to a whole nother littleevel. He began to
pull out all the way, just barely leaving enough of his hard cock in me to
hold us together. Then, he'd ram into moreevery sending sparks flying
everywhere in my vision as he did this. He went faster and faster. I had no
clue how I could hold back that third blast that was threatening to squirt
soon.

"Fuck me, Jason." I moaned as he plowed into me, and our balls slapped
together with every thrust.

"You gonna cum for your little brother?" he asked kissing me. "You want me
to fuck you hard?"

"Oh yeah!" I gasped. "Give me all you got, Jason. Ca'mon. I'm on the edge!"
I groaned as my cock twitched between us.

"Tell me what you want me to do." he said looking into my eyes.

"Fuck me!" I groaned as he rammed into me down ward again. He twisted
inside me, and rammed into me straight on hitting my prostate.

"Louder, Blade. I won't make you cum if you aren't loud enough." he said
steadily.

"Fuck me!" I yelled as I became driven crazy by the need to cum. "Please!"
I begged.

"Fuck me please, what?" he asked.

"Now!" I yelled thrusting myself upward trying to make it better.

"You're not saying it right." he said softly. "You're under my total
control. Ca'mon, big brother. Let me know what you need!"

"Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me! Make me cum!" I yelled as he plowed into me.

I don't know what he did, but as soon as I said that, he rammed into me in
a way that made me shoot my load into his mouth again. He moaned as he took
in all seven shots. He held one in his mouth, and kissed me. It was so hot
to taste my seed in his mouth, that I almost shot again. He pulled away,
and rammed into me as I shot off again, and he caught every single
drop. That's when I realized, I was done.

"Mmmmmm. You taste wonderful." he moaned as he plowed into me. "Now, it's
my turn."

And he was off. Every thrust seemed to be directed at one thing
only. Pleasuring himself. He didn't care about going slow for me
anymore. He was plowed into me for all he was worth. He began to breathe
faster, and faster. He moaned and screamed my name. Suddenly, my ass filled
with his cum as he shot. I felt a strange warmore sensation, as he pumped
his dick inside me. With each shot, he flexed his dick deep inside me, as
he came. He kept repeating my name as he plowed into me. This went on for
another fifteen minutes as he ended up shooting in me four times. I was a
teenager once. Teens are very horny. It seemed as though he would notevery
stop.

"Oh, Blade. Your ass is so nice and tight." he groaned. "This feels so
hot."

He gently pulled out of me, and I jumped up. We both walked into the
bathroom, naked as the day we were born. I smiled as I watched his muscles
ripple in the mirror. I sat down on the toilet, and drained myself of his
juices. As I sat there feeling the dull throb in my dick, he wrapped his
arms around me, and held me tight. My arms slipped around his waist as I
trembled with exhaustion.

When I had finished cleaning up, we both went back to bed. I wrapped my
arms around him, and lay there holding him tight.

"Blade." he said softly.

"Jason." I muttered as our lips met.

"Mmmmmm. I love you." he said when I pulled away.

"Yeah, I know. That's why we're here." I said as I squeezed him as close to
me as possible. His soft smooth skin felt warm against mine. Our cocks
began to kiss.

"Mmmmmm." we both moaned at once. "Mmmmmm."

               Epilogue When I got home, the house was quiet. I wondered if
both my sons were alive. Linda and I both entered the house quietly. We
left the suitcases on the couch. She smiled at me.

"We'll put everything away tomorrow." she said smiling. "I'm going to get
ready to go to sleep."

"I'm gonna go check on my boys." I said as I softly walked up stairs with
her. She headed into the guest room and smiled at me.

"See you tomorrow." she mouthed quietly.

I nodded. She closed her door gently as I heard a soft sigh from behind
me. I turned to find my sons had their door open just enough for me to see
through and into the room. The smell of roses floated out to me from inside
their room. I didn't know what I expected to find when I looked in. I
expected to see the furniture just like I'd arranged it. I looked, and saw
that the two twin beds were together on one side of the room. I watched
with a feeling of love and adoration as my Blade ran his hands through
Jason's hair. I watched as they looked into each other's eyes. They both
let out a soft moan. I watched as they both hugged tightly. Blade
whichispered something into his brother's ear. Jason smiled at him
radiantly. I watched as my two sons held each other and looked intently
into one another's eyes.

"Mmmmmm." they both moaned happily as they kissed.

"Say my name." said Blade softly to his brother.

"Blade." Jason said making them both visibly flinch.

Tears began to stream from my eyes. I watched as they both smiled at each
other. I tried to control a sob as I stared in utter amazement. I watched
as they kissed again, and tears streamed down my face. It went back and
forth for another two minutes as I stood transfixed. They both lay there
kissing and chanting each other'so names. As if to heighten their love for
the other. They kissed passionately. "Blade." Jason whispered. And so the
chant carried on. "Jason." "Blade." "Jason." "Blade." "Jason." "I love you,
Blade." said my youngest boy softly.

"And that's why we're here." said Blade.

"Mmmmmm." they both moaned quietly. They kissed passionately. I watched as
two tongues dueled and fought against one another. I thought I'd find this
scene very disgusting. Or that I'd be turned on by my sons. But that wasn't
the case.

"Oh, Jason." he moaned as I gently pushed open the door.

"I'm home, you two." I said as I stepped over to them. Blade and Jason were
wrapped in a tight hug. The blankets were pulled up high, covering
them. "Are you two okay?"

"We're fine, mom." said Jason smiling up at me.

"Blade?" I asked quietly. "Are you two okay?"

"Oh mom." he said squeezing his brother. "I've never been better."

"You two are plainly sure about this?" I asked closing the door and sitting
down on Blade's chair.

"Yes." they both said tightening their grip on each other.

"All right, then. But if I ever catch you two fucking around with anyone
else, whoever does it will be out of the will faster than they can say the
other's name." I said seriously. "Jason, you are not to hurt your brother,
and Blade, you are not to hurt him either."

"We promise." they both said. They turned to each other, and kissed again.

I walked over to them, and hugged both of them. They were a little miffed
that they had to pull apart to hug me. I flinched at how hot they both were
to the touch. They felt like heaters. I saw Blade greedily pull Jason back
into his arms, and wrap his legs around his brother.

"He's not goin' anywhere." I said kissing both boys on the forehead.

"I'm not takin' that risk." Blade said gently kissing his brother.

"Good night, you two." I said smiling. "Although honeymoon may be tempting,
don't forget to sleep."

They both bobbed their heads at me in a simultaneous yes. They were too
busy kissing to say good night. There were soft sighs as I left the room.

"Mmmmmm. My Jason." was the last thing I heard before closing the door.