Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 18:30:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Seth Kirkcauldy <seth-kirkcauldy@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Brother Mine 3

Brother Mine Chapter 3
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Part 1: Aiden

The little boy in the pickup truck drew Aiden's attention.  He was probably
six or seven and so thin he looked like a handful of sticks bundled
together in some clothes.  It was his face, though, that Aiden instantly
recognized.  No, he didn't KNOW the boy; but he knew him.  From his
tousled, cowlick-y hair to the spray of freckles across his nose, Aiden
knew him.

It wasn't the ill-fitting clothes on the boy, although he looked like a
scarecrow dressed in a fat man's hand-me-downs; nor was it the round wire
rim glasses which Aiden thought were only worn by ancient
great-grandfathers.  Rather, it was the look upon his intelligent, studious
face of utter confusion; the look of bafflement that meant: "how did I end
up here?"

The young boy - probably a second grader? - was looking out of the pickup
truck's window, but not seeing anything.  Connor had pulled their car up at
a stoplight beside this truck, and Aiden looked out his passenger window at
the boy while the boy looked out his own window at nothing at all.

The truck was nice, shiny black with a big enough cab for a second row seat
where the small boy was sitting alone.  The truck had silhouette decals of
curvaceous female bodies dancing along the sides, along with detailed
flames that provided visual evidence of how hot the driver was.  The driver
himself, a thirtyish man who appeared so dismayed with his thinning hair
that he tried to cover it with a Peterbilt baseball cap, was scowling out
the windshield with a bulge in his cheek that suggested tobacco, or
possibly some stored acorns meant for later in the day.  His somewhat-white
wife-beater looked like it was comfortable, with the way its stained,
ribbed fabric seemed to stretch accommodatingly over the bulges in his
torso.

Behind the small boy's head was an empty rifle rack.  Aiden was sure it got
good use during hunting season.  The idea of this boy holding his first
rifle against a big-eyed deer made Aiden wince in sympathy.  The facial
movement must have caught the boy's attention, for just as the light turned
green, the boy's eyes settled on Aiden's and registered the complete and
utter commiseration they found there.

Aiden raised his hand solemnly and nodded slightly to the boy, who merely
looked back at him bleakly.

"Someone you know?"  Connor asked him, accelerating out of the
intersection.

"Not yet," Aiden replied, and they drove the rest of the way to the lake in
silence.

Willow Lake was a place of great beauty and rare, happy memories for the
boys.  It was a frequent destination back in the long summers when they'd
been an intact family, a respite of trees and water that was far away from
the over-scheduled tedium of suburbia.  They had spent long summer days
there swimming in the lake, followed by summer nights collecting fireflies,
and toasting marshmallows over the campfire.

As they pulled into a vacant spot miles from any other campers, Aiden
recalled that his own marshmallow-toasting experiments never went very
well.  His treats seemed to inevitably catch fire, and he'd run down to the
lake with his flaming torch to snuff it, leaving him with only a black,
soggy mess.

He realized with the clarity of having grown a few years that this was the
reason that Connor's habit was always to find a forked stick and toast two
at a time; Aiden would inevitably end up eating one of his brother's.

Once their car was unloaded, Aiden tried to help Connor with the tent.  The
first attempt ended as Connor received a bloody scratch under his eye when
Aiden let go of a bent fiberglass rod too early; and the second was
curtailed as Connor ended up sprawled on his ass when the tie-down he was
pulling was released by Aiden for no reason that Connor could determine.
Connor sat in the dirt with a cartoonish cloud of dust rising around him
from the impact.  His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched.

"Aiden, why don't you gather us some firewood?"  He asked as mildly as he
could with gritted teeth.

Aiden immediately went to do his chore before he accidentally decapitated
the most important person in his life.  He spent a good hour scouring the
surrounding forest and dragging a large pile of burnable wood into their
campsite.  It was late afternoon, and he was brushing all the dirt and dust
from himself when he noticed that he was alone.  The small tent was fully
set up, but Connor was nowhere to be seen.

"Con?" Aiden shouted; his voice squeaked a bit.

"In here, Spaz," his brother's voice came from the tent.  "C'mon in."

Aiden puffed in relief, toed off his shoes outside of the tent flap, and
then crawled in to find the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.  The image
stole all the breath from his lungs and seared his brain with a fiery
zigzag of need.

"You okay, Spaz?"  Connor asked him.  He wore a cocky grin and absolutely
nothing else.  He had his fingers latched lazily behind his head making his
biceps bulge from the pose, and his nude body sprawled easily atop the
zipped-together sleeping bags and filled the entire small tent.  There was
no room for Aiden at all.

Aiden couldn't answer his brother.  His mouth was suddenly arid and he
still couldn't get air in his lungs.  He grunted something that sounded
disturbingly pig-like, and he visually devoured Connor from the bottoms of
his big, bare feet, over the bulges of his calves and hair-covered thighs,
up to his groin where his erection stood straight in blatant invitation.
It bobbed in tempo with Connor's pulse and leaked a drop of precum from the
slit at the top.  His testicles hung heavy and loose in their stretched sac
between his thighs, resting on the fabric of the sleeping bag beneath them.
Aiden was dimly aware that there was more to Connor's body above that
point, but his eyes refused to confirm it.

"Zip the flap and take off your clothes," Connor instructed huskily.
"Shove 'em in that corner over there with mine."

Aiden did as he was told, fumbling fool-like with the zipper on the tent
because it was behind him and he couldn't see it while he was staring at
Connor's cock.  Getting his clothes off was also difficult with his shaking
hands - he jabbed his brother's leg with one of his sharp elbows during the
process - yet his gaze still never wavered from that beautiful flesh.  The
worst part was pulling the purple polo over his head because he lost sight
of Connor for a second and was certain he would disappear in that moment.
His chest actually eased with relief when he popped open his eyes and found
Connor's big muscular body still lain out casually before him.

Now that he was naked too, however, he was suddenly self-conscious of his
skinny body, and he hugged himself and looked around to find where he could
lie down.  Connor seemed to be taking all the space as well as all the air
in the small tent.

Connor watched him quietly with a smirk, but it was softened by the twinkle
in his green eyes.  Then he spread his legs wider, his feet pointing into
the corners of the tent and opening a space between his thighs that seemed
exactly Aiden-sized.  Aiden fell gratefully into it face-first, pressing
his lips into the pubic hair at the base of Connor's cock.  And he inhaled.

Connor smelled so good; he smelled of warmth and sweat, like a man who'd
been setting up a tent in the sun.  But he also smelled very faintly of a
piss he'd taken since his last shower, and a little of semen from their
session in the clothes store; but mostly he smelled of fresh arousal,
strong and clean and insistent.  He smelled like Connor, and Aiden realized
the low groaning sound he was hearing was coming from his own throat as he
rubbed his face around in his brother's pubes.

"You okay there, Spaz?"  Connor asked, fond amusement bright in his voice.

When Aiden opened his mouth to answer, he discovered he still had no words,
so he replied by slipping those silent, open lips over the head of Connor's
cock and sucking gently, hoping his meaning was clear.  He closed his eyes
and tasted the pearly drop of cum at the tip, loving the way it reminded
his mouth of swimming pool water: warm, neutral, clean, and slightly
chlorinated.  But it had come from Connor's body, and that thought made him
tremble.  He pursed his lips directly over the slit and sucked hard,
drawing another drop into his mouth; then he soothed the fleshy head with
his tongue, showing gratitude for its gift.

Connor groaned his appreciation and Aiden's whole body responded to that
deep reverberation.  It felt like it rattled his bones and he was afraid it
was going to vibrate an orgasm out of him.  God Almighty, the sound of
Connor's pleasure, he had no defense against it.

Aiden's right hand scooped up Connor's balls and fondled them gently, while
his left steadied the mighty cock and held it against his face while his
lips kissed up and down its length somewhat frantically.  He was losing his
fucking mind.  This cock ruled his entire world and he knew it.  He
worshipped it.  He needed it.  God, he loved it.

He ran his open lips up and down the sides of Connor's cock, loving the
feel of the veins that pulsed under his touch.  He let his tongue out to
play, tracing the pumped vessels and coating them with his devotion.  The
skin was so tight and firm beneath his lips, like warm marble, but salty
with sweat.  Aiden gasped with the pleasure of doing this.

A part of his brain recognized the timeless snick of a key turning a lock
inside him.  He was made for this.  He was his brother's cocksucker; there
was no question about it.  He wanted this more than he'd ever wanted
anything in his life: being on his knees between his brother's muscular
thighs, face down in his crotch and worshipping his cock.  Nothing had ever
been more right for him than this.

This was the first time he'd really been given free rein to worship
Connor's cock.  He planned to take full advantage of it.  He rubbed it over
his whole face, lips open, tongue lapping.  He was afraid he was going to
go into some sort of frenzy again like he did with Connor's balls the
previous night.  He had to be careful not to accidentally hurt this man he
loved; so he focused, slowing his breathing and remembering that this was
for Connor, not for himself.

He drew his lips slowly up to the head with its foreskin stretched tight
around the large glans, and allowed it to slip into his mouth; just the big
head of that cock sitting on his tongue while he closed his lips and sucked
it gently.  He could feel it pulsing on his tongue and he could hear
Connor's ragged breaths and quiet murmuring.

"Oh yeah, Spaz, that feels so fucking good.  Um, AH!  Watch your teeth."

Aiden opened his eyes and let them trail up his brother's torso until he
reached Connor's emerald gaze.  He was being watched very carefully.
Connor's mouth was open slightly and the tip of his tongue peeked out to
touch his lips.  His big chest rose and fell with irregular breathing and
his large hands remained clasped behind his head; the biceps straining with
an effort that Aiden did not understand.

Aiden loosened his suction on the head and let his mouth descend the thick
shaft very slowly.  He felt the head bump the back of his throat where he
was sore from the earlier skullfucking he'd received in the changing room,
but this time it gently eased around that slight curve and into his throat.
He slowly lowered his head until his lips were pressed against Connor's
pelvic bone, luxuriating in the feel of those red-brown curls softly
tickling his face.  Again, he tightened his lips and sucked rhythmically.

"Oh my fucking God.  Oh fuck.  Oh fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck," Connor groaned,
and hummed, and stuttered, and flexed.  And Aiden was responsible for all
of it.  He had never felt so powerful in all his life.

He slid upward, but corkscrewing his head and twisting his mouth around it
as he went.  At the top he grabbed a quick breath before sinking back down,
burying his brother's beautiful prick as deep in his throat as he could.
He tried some swallowing motions to see what that might do.

"HOLY FUCK!"  Connor groaned loudly, arching his back to try to embed
himself just a little more into his brother's body.  "Jesus.  How can
you...?  That is the most amazing - HOLY FUCK!"  And then after a sharp
gasp: "Do that again!  Oh FUCK yeah..."

And so Aiden did it again.  And again.  And again.  He slowly, tortuously
milked his brother's cock with his throat muscles.  Then he rose upwards
once more, grabbed a breath and descended.  At this tempo and with him in
control, his gag reflex never seemed to trigger.  He luxuriated in the
fullness of that fleshy cock filling his esophagus.  He was sure his Adam's
apple popped outward whenever Connor's cock slid past.  He wished he could
see that miracle, his body making way for Connor's.

His eyes were filled with Connor's body; his ears were filled with Connor's
groans; his nose was filled with Connor's scent; and his throat was filled
with Connor's cock.

Aiden, who had walked through life feeling achingly hollow, no longer felt
empty.

Connor was thrashing his head back and forth, his hands now grasping
fistfuls of sleeping bag.  His groaning was a constant litany of:
"moremoremoremoremore..." with frequent bursts of blasphemous curses.

Aiden wanted so badly to close his eyes and lose himself in the rhythmic
meditation of sucking his brother's cock, but he was worried he'd miss
something important; like the way that drop of sweat was snaking out from
Connor's armpit, weaving a trail down his ribs before dropping to their
bedding.  Or the way Connor's quadriceps bunched and writhed on either side
of him as Connor fought his desire to sink deeply into that wet heat he
craved.

So Aiden left his eyes wide, drinking in the way Connor's body responded to
every flick of his tongue and every constriction of his throat.

Aiden wasn't sure when he decided he wanted to drive his brother out of his
mind, but just as Connor's breathing and swearing alerted him that they
were on a shortened journey to the summit, Aiden slowed his tempo by half,
but tightened his lips and suction.  The slower pace let him make better
use of his tongue, and he fluttered it all over that beautiful cock as he
slowly ascended and descended its length.

"AWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwww......."  Connor moaned in response.  His initial flare
of displeasure at the aborted orgasm immediately gave way to the bliss he
was feeling.  "Ohhhh, fuck, Spaz.  Oh my God.  Don't ever stop that.  Just
suck my cock just like that forever.  Forever; do you fucking hear me?"

His big palm gently cupped Aiden's head the way Aiden liked, but then it
was jerked away again to hold a fistful of sleeping bag.

Aiden moaned his acquiescence to the demand for eternal worship, fully
certain that Connor would give out before he would.  And then he sucked a
bit harder and slower.

"Fuck!  You are driving me out of my fucking mind," Connor moaned.  Aiden
lost a bit of suction when he smiled.  Insanity was not such a bad place to
be when Connor was there with him.

Aiden bent himself further, looking like he was in deep prayer, and mouthed
Connor's sweating balls.  He bathed them as he had the night before, but he
had another goal in mind for today.  He released them gently and then
snaked his tongue into the groove behind them.

"FuckingGodAlmighty!  Ohhhhhhh, yeah, Spaz."

Aiden had fearfully wondered how Connor would react to this; so he was
happy and relieved when Connor's large feet planted on the ground beside
his head, knees bent and thighs straining as that ass tilted up off the
ground and into range for him.

He slid his tongue slowly along the smooth perineum trail behind his balls
and to his clenched hole.  He had meant to dive in and taste him before
Connor could protest, but a funny thing happened on the way to Nirvana.  As
Aiden's nose pressed into that damp, musky space, he discovered the core of
Connor's pheromones, those chemical messages from his brother's body that
battered his brain into blissful silence, and bowed Aiden's head in
submission.  He rubbed his face there trying to get closer, sliding into a
sexual delirium. He was starting to press his face into Connor ass in a
rutting convulsion, and he was forgetting to fill his lungs.

It took a tap on his head and Connor's command to: "Breathe, Spaz," for him
to finally take a deep breath.  The smells of mulch and leather immediately
overwhelmed him and he pressed his lips right to Connor's tightened ring of
muscle and kissed it gently in absolute worship.  He gasped another ragged
breath.

His faltering efforts were rewarded with a guttural noise from somewhere
above him.

Aiden kissed his hole again, and then flicked his tongue around it.
Connor's body jolted from the light touch and he let out a stream of
curses.  Aiden did it a few more times, noting the tensing and relaxing of
the muscle under his tongue.  When he fully understood its rhythm, he
waiting for the relaxed downbeat and slid his tongue inside.

Connor's answering moan was so deep that it seemed to rattle Aiden's head
which was now trapped by Connor's hand, pressing him deeper still.  The
flexing of the ring's muscle expelled him, but he was ready to slip right
back in when it relaxed, sliding as deep as he could.

"No one's ever done that to me before, Spaz," Connor huskily whispered.
His recitation of curses seemed to have been exchanged for quiet awe.  All
Aiden could hear were moans and heavy breathing.

And so he began his exploration of the inside of Connor's body, swiping and
squirming and licking and tasting.  His brain was so very quiet, as if
every one of the broken shards of his consciousness was focusing on this
activity.  Aiden reveled in all of it: the quietness in his mind, yes, but
more, the knowledge that he was the only one to have ever provided Connor
this pleasure.  People saw Connor on the street every day and lusted after
him; but it was Aiden who got to press his lips to this secret, central
part of his brother and worship it.

"I want to cum in your mouth now, Spaz," Connor suddenly demanded.  Aiden's
stomach dropped a little.  He wanted so much more.  He wanted hours.  He
wanted...

"I want to cum, Spaz.  Come back up here and suck my cock now.  Work out my
load and drink it."

The demand tightened the lust in his belly, and he suddenly wanted it too.
His brother wanted to feed him his seed, so there would be no argument at
all; Aiden was suddenly starving for it.

He quickly left the warmth and moistness of Connor's ass, straightening his
back again and recaptured the leaky cock in front of him.  He kept his lips
tight, swirled his tongue against the hard flesh, and drove his head up and
down the shaft, pushing hard at the right moment so that it slipped deep
into his clenching throat before he jerked back again for another circuit.
Now he did close his eyes and timed his breaths, focusing all his energy on
pleasuring that cock in his mouth.  Nothing existed for him now but that
hard column of flesh that he climbed over and over.  His saliva was rolling
down it in slimy rivulets that bathed and dripped from Connor's balls.  His
lips banged against Connor's pubic curls which were damp with sweat and
spit.

Connor was writhing beneath him, trembling and squirming in a sacred dance
of ecstasy.  His hips bounced off the ground to meet Aiden's cadence while
his mouth snarled a profane litany of depravity.  Aiden had never seen
anything so beautiful as this young, muscular god taking his pleasure.

Connor was grunting, rutting his hips into Aiden's face, his chest heaving
with effort.  And then he was at the apex, groaning obscenities that
devolved into nonsense as he once again grabbed the back of Aiden's head to
steady him as he shot his first volley into his throat.  But Aiden reversed
himself so that the head of Connor's cock squirmed and jolted on his
tongue.  He wanted to taste this, and the final few sprays landed on the
back of his tongue, warm and thick with life.

Aiden savored the creaminess; spreading it around his mouth and coating
Connor's cockhead with it so he could suck it back off again.  He swallowed
it finally with considerable satisfaction while his brother continued to
buck and spasm beneath him.

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god," seemed to be about the only words that were
coherent.

He held Connor's cock in his mouth, swabbing it gently with his tongue for
long minutes while its sweating owner settled down, evened his breathing,
and returned to a shared, common language.

"That is the most amazing blowjob I've ever had in my life."  Connor's
hands were now back on his own head, but they were holding tufts of his
hair like he was going to pull them out.  "That was fucking incredible.
Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

Aiden had never done that before, but he was not going to remove Connor's
cock from his mouth to say so.

"You... You need to do that to me every fucking night and every fucking
morning.  And maybe every fucking afternoon."

Aiden was now the one smirking, nursing on the softening cock in his mouth
and closing his eyes in pleasure.  He was thinking that the middle of every
fucking night would be good, too.

Quiet descended around them, and the tent was now sharp with the smell of
sweat.  Aiden loved it.  It stung his nose with dark, secretive notes that
sang of Connor's body.  The only sounds were muted ones: that of a bird
calling outside their tent, and the sucking sounds Aiden made as he nursed
the soft cock on his tongue.  He felt a bit like a calf at its mother's
udder, wondering if he could get more milk.

"Spaz, I'm... I'm sorry about in the store this afternoon.  I sort of lost
control of myself and I never meant to hurt you.  I never want to be the
one who hurts you."

Aiden looked up at him with his mouth full of cock and dramatically rolled
his eyes, making Connor shake with laughter.

"Yeah, I know that you liked it.  But we do not trust your judgment right
now, yeah?  I'm the one in charge.  I decide what happens, and that's not
what I wanted to happen."

"Yes it is," Aiden said, dropping the soft flesh from his mouth.  "It's not
what you planned, but it is what you wanted."

"I didn't plan anything!"  Connor said.  "That's the problem.  It all just
sort of happened."

"Yeah," sighed Aiden.  "It was perfect."

"It was kinda messed up, Spaz.  I kind of messed up."

"You're a hero," Aiden said firmly.

This made Connor sigh very deeply, and he shook his head.  "No, Spaz.  I'm
not.  I'm the exact opposite of a hero.  I've done things - bad things;
things that I'm not proud of.  I'm not a good person."

Aiden smiled and pressed a kiss to his brother's cock, then another.

"You're a hero, Connor."

Connor groaned in exasperation.  "No, you don't know, Aiden!"

"I do know, Connor.  I know that you stole money from your team's
fundraiser in middle school so that you could buy some pot for you and your
girlfriend."

Connor's body stilled completely beneath him.  Aiden took a deep breath.

"I know that you thought you got Melissa pregnant because you're too stupid
to wear a condom.  I know that you cheated on your SAT test.  I know that
when you were fourteen you rubbed raw bacon all over your cock and tried to
get the dog next door to give you a lickjob."

Connor's body was now vibrating with laughter.

"I know that you were in a car accident because you let Riley Wentfield
drive you back from a party when you were both drunk.  I know that you..."

"Alright, Spaz.  I get it.  You know everything I didn't think you knew.
That's incredibly creepy.  Have you been stalking me?"

"Yes."

Connor laughed despite himself.  "So then you KNOW that I've done lots of
bad things..."

"I never said you didn't do bad things, Connor.  I said you were a hero."

"Spaz..."

"TWO MARSHMALLOWS, Connor!  Always TWO!"

"I don't know what that means..."

Aiden filled his mouth again with his brother's cock.  He was done with the
stupid conversation.

After about twenty minutes of gentle milking, that gorgeous organ started
to become hard again, and Aiden was once again allowed to worship it as he
wished.  With Connor's immediate appetite satiated, Aiden took his time
learning the full pleasure of his cock.  He mapped each vein and each bump.
He meticulously cleaned the foreskin with his tongue.  He took it deep in
his throat to see how long he could hold it there.

And much later, he lapped up his brother's hot, salty semen, still amazed
that this came out of his body.

And then he lay there between his legs, holding his cock once more in his
mouth and milking it slowly.

Connor was out of breath, but laughed.  "You gonna do that again, Spaz?"

Aiden didn't answer.  He had every intention of doing it again.  He was
curled between his brother's legs where he belonged, his head resting on
his sweat-slicked thigh.  His eyes were closed and the soft, full flesh of
Connor's cock filled his mouth.  He'd never been more satisfied.

"Ah, that feels good, Spaz.  I love you doing that to my soft cock."  His
hand tapped the side of Aiden's head.  "I want you to come up here now.
Lie on top of me with your back to me so we're both looking up at the tent.
Ow.  Watch where you step, yeah?"

Aiden was frowning, but obedient.  He wanted to be in Connor's crotch.  He
loved it there and was starting to think of it has his place; but he
awkwardly rearranged himself so that he lay on top of Connor's chest, but
facing away from him.

Oh.  That felt good.  There was so much skin touching his.  Connor's chest
hair tickled Aiden's back, and Aiden's legs aligned and balanced on top of
Connor's.  Connor was bigger than him in every dimension, and he found he
easily fit atop his brother.  Connor's spit-slick cock was lodged in the
crack of Aiden's ass, but it was dormant and drowsy, a heavy but pliable
heat against him.

Connor's arms encircled his chest and held him; Aiden could have died from
the happiness.

"Okay, Spaz.  I'm gonna try saying this one more time because it's
important.  In fact, I have a few things to say to you.  The first is that
you keep looking at me like you're waiting for me to steal your favorite
toy away.  You know I'm straight and you're thinking that any minute now
I'm gonna tell you to get your face out of my jock."  He sighed.  "That
ain't going to happen.  It probably should happen, but it's not going to.
I think that genie is well and good out of the bottle.  I might have good
intentions by calling a halt, but in about three days I'd be waking you up
in the middle of the night by sliding my cock down your gullet."

Aiden moaned softly, and Connor chuckled.

"Yeah, I know you like that idea.  Here's the next thing, Spaz: I don't
give a fuck that this whole thing is weird.  I don't care that we're
brothers; I don't care that it's give-and-take with me doing all the
taking; I don't care that it get rough.  No one has to understand what
we're doing but us.  I get what you need, and I get what I need, and I
don't think it's a coincidence that those match up pretty much perfectly.
I plan to keep you."

Aiden was vibrating again; he couldn't stop his scrawny muscles from
trembling.  He didn't even understand what was causing it, except that he
was hearing something very, very important and his body was responding.

"But here's the thing I need you to understand.  I don't like what happened
today in the store because I HURT you.  I won't be that guy, Aiden.  I have
a line, and that's it.  And it bothers me that you liked it.  I think
sometimes with guys like you that have been hurt a lot, that things can
become twisted up inside your head so that sex gets mixed in with lots of
other stuff.  And I'm okay with most of what's in there.  But I won't hurt
you again; I won't do it.  And I'll tell you something else: if you decide
to go out and find someone to hurt you, I'll hunt them down and make sure
they can't ever do it again.  I won't have it, Spaz.

"You heard Dad talking about that hospital?  I don't want you to go there,
but I think I want you to see someone from there, maybe as an outpatient?
Maybe they could help you with all that stuff that goes on in your head,
yeah?  Maybe they have new drugs now that might help you more than before?
But if nothing else, maybe talking to someone can help you untwist some of
that stuff that shouldn't be wired together.  Yeah, Spaz? "

Aiden could hear Connor's heart beating beneath him.  Connor's whole body
surrounded him, making him feel warm and safe.  There was only one response
he could give.

"Okay, Connor."

"Okay."  Connor's embrace loosened from around his brother, but then his
hands drifted down Aiden's arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps.  When they
reached his wrists, Connor captured them together into his left hand and
raised them above their heads so that Aiden felt stretched and exposed.
Aiden shuddered with nervousness, but lay compliant and still.

Connor's legs now each twined with Aiden's, securing and then locking him
down so he couldn't move.  Aiden was now completely immobilized atop his
brother, and his breathing came faster as he wondered what this meant.

Connor let his free right hand trail slowly over Aiden's exposed chest,
wandering into his armpits, and then sliding over his abdomen.  It tortured
Aiden, whose smaller, circumcised penis was now pointed straight at the top
of the tent.

Connor spoke very softly right into Aiden's ear.  His lips moved against
the outer shell, making Aiden shudder in pleasure at the intimacy.  "You
didn't cum today while servicing me, Spaz, and I've developed a theory
about that.  I've noticed that you've never really touched yourself to get
to orgasm; you seem to be responding to something else.  We're going to
test my theory today."

Aiden swallowed audibly and his skinny body started to shake harder under
Connor's teasing touch.

"I think you like to hear me talk," Connor growled, and the sound of it
traveled down Aiden's spine to his cock.  "I think you have this little nub
inside your brain that my words sometimes brush up against.  I can tell
when I say or do something that presses up against that nub.  For example,
I think you like it when I call you my cocksucker."

Aiden moaned and twisted in Connor's grip.

"I think you've fantasized for years about being my cocksucker.  I think
you've daydreamed about me with my legs open wide so you can get right in
there to suck me.  I think your mouth belongs to me and I'll use it
whenever I need to.  You'll lick me, clean me, service me, and pleasure me.
I've been thinking about hardly anything except your mouth for the last two
days, Spaz; I can't get enough of it.

"Maybe when I'm in college I'll plan some nice dinner dates at my apartment
with you.  I'll sit at the dining table eating my steak and potatoes, while
you're kneeling under the table with your head in my crotch trying to suck
your own dinner out of me."

Aiden groaned, writhing now within Connor's grasp, undulating his hips
against the cock he could feel behind him.  He could practically feel these
words rubbing against that spot in his brain that Connor talked about.  It
was driving him crazy, how badly he wanted these things.

"Maybe we'll catch a movie after, yeah?  Go see an action flick I like.
We'll sit in the last row of the theater so I can make you unzip me, fish
out my cock, seal your mouth over the head in my lap while I take a long,
warm piss in your throat.  I wouldn't want to miss any of the movie."

Aiden coughed in surprise.  He was overwhelmed by that image; he had never
imagined such a thing before, and the thought of Connor using him in such a
way ricocheted through his body so that it danced with desire.  He had no
idea that something like that could be, but the thought of that body-warm
liquid transferring from the depths of Connor's body and into his had him
suddenly quaking with need.

"I... Would you - I-I... please..."  Aiden whimpered, his hips thrusting up
into the air but meeting no friction for his swollen dick.

"But on most normal nights with you, I'll just collapse on the sofa in
front of the TV and let you lick my balls.  Eventually, I'll head to bed
for a long, slow edging blowjob - like the one you gave me today.  Fuck
that was hot, the way you took me to the edge.  I want to see if you can do
that for a couple of hours before taking my load."

Connor's hot breath puffed into Aiden's ear, making him gasp and twist.

"Finally, late at night, I'll let you slide your tongue into my ass and
lick me gently while I drift off to sleep.  I liked that a lot, too.
You're amazing, Spaz.  And you're going to give me pleasure every single
night."

Aiden was out of his mind, his scrawny body sliding against the slick sweat
of Connor's muscles.  But what actually sent him over the edge was Connor's
dark chuckle in his ear, followed by a brief nuzzle and a kiss on the side
of his head.

Aiden yelled out and pumped a small geyser of cum straight up in the air.
He trembled under the wave of orgasm, totally overwhelmed by having Connor
surrounding him, and his voice invading him.  His body drew taut again like
a drawn bow, and he fired his second volley, and then he collapsed against
Connor while his cock continued to spastically pump semen that dribbled
down his shaft and collected on his abdomen.

Connor released his wrists and untwined his legs, still chuckling and
holding him while Aiden's heartbeat slowed.  They lay quietly, listening to
each other breathe for several long minutes.

His limbs felt leaden, but still Aiden made them move.  He slid off his
brother and mopped himself hastily with his shirt, and then settled into
his place between Connor's legs.  He kissed his heavy, soft cock and
nuzzled his balls in greeting before laying his head on the pillow of
Connor's thigh.

Aiden realized that he'd reached an important point in his life: he was
ready to die.  No, he did not WANT to die; not now that he had everything
he'd always wanted, but he now found no fear in the thought.  The events in
the tent that day felt like a culmination of purpose to him.  He knew who
he was in a way he had not known before.

Armageddon could come in a great ball of blistering fire and burn him to
cinders, and he'd be fine with it.  His parents could lower his immolated
body into the cold ground and Connor would still know what Aiden was for,
why he existed, why he was important.  Who he WAS.

Aiden could lie within a casket, sublimating his entire self, if it meant
his big, bright Connor could still walk around free and safe.

Connor's hand gently cupped the back of Aiden's head and stroked the hair
gently.  "What are you thinking about, Spaz?"

Aiden sighed happily.  "Burnt corpses," he said.





Part 2: Connor

I threw the little fucker in the lake.


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