Date: Sat, 08 Feb 2003 23:47:32 -0500
From: Gerald Johnson <with_souls_intertwined@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother's Delight 5

BROTHER'S DELIGHT
(CHAPTER 5)

Warnings:

This is a story of fictional, graphic, male on male, sex.  If it is illegal
to view sexual pornography in wherever you are, please do not continue.
This story is all about sex with minors of ages' 12-17 and adults.  It also
starts after the initial seduction.  Any similarities to any person, real or
fictitious, is just pure coincidence.


Dedications:

Chris, Ricardo, Edward, J C K, Sorsha, Ashley, Frank, Greg, Ken, Butch,
Jeffers, Patsy, Buffy Blue, Mel, Josh, Leon, Pup23us


If I've missed your name, e-mail me and I'd be glad to put it in.


People to Spite:

DB


In People to Spite, I put the ones who serve the Political Ramifications of
BEING MEAN TO ME!  So, if you do be mean, not contributing to the
constructive criticism, then I'll put you in there.  BEWARE!


Chapter 5


Gabe's POV


I may have crossed a line by letting this thing go on but I can't just let
it go.  Every cell in my body is telling me that this is the right thing and
I have the privilege--the right--to share this with Simon, but that feeling of
uncertainty will always be upon me.  What happens if we were caught?  I'd be
sent to jail for rape and Simon would probably have to spend years in
therapy.  Things are so screwed up right now.  But Simon seems to shine
through everything.

Wait.  There's another thing that bothers me a bit, why has Simon changed so
much?  Sure he tells me that everything is just the way it's supposed to be,
because he was always shy around me and acted sheepish all the time, but
even when we were younger, he was like that.  A new person took his place--a
stronger, confident, more self assured person--and this person confuses me
and turns me on.  Heh, everything about his turns me on but since he's been
more dominant, I've had more dreams of him.

Nighttime was already upon us and Simon sneaked into my room because of a
`nightmare' and will spend the night.  Both of us were just in our
underwear, a white shirt and boxer briefs.  Mother and father are asleep in
their own room and will never know about his nightmare.  I was so sure that
we were gonna do a little bumping tonight but while I waited for the words
that confirmed it, I was sadly disappointed that I could not have what I
wanted.  Damn my own stupidity for telling him that dumb rule.  Instead, he
just asked if he could spend the night in my bed--and that made every thought
of sex go away . . . at least for a while.


Shifting in the white blanket, I moved closer to the other edge of the twin
sized bed and let him in.  Moving into a spooning position, with him in my
arms, we settled down for a good night's rest.  It started out that way,
just another night of sleep, but hormones took a hold of me and I was turned
on by his scent.  I go crazy for it!  One drop of his sweat makes me forget
all of my senses and let my primal urges take control.  And right now, I've
got the source, not the product.

Intoxicating drugs of euphoria entered my nose, touches of his gentle body
hair on my fingertips sent me shaking, and the sound of his level breathing
made me crave for his body even stronger.  My arms moved on their own,
tightening around his body.  My breathing became erratic and uncontrollable.
  A good sized lump from my throat traveled down to my crotch and began to
swell up my already hard dick.  I've never been this hard before and it
hurts not to touch it--or have it touch something.

Unbeknownst to my conscious mind, my hips began to rub up against my boy
toy.  Creeping down from his chest, my hand took his hand placed it on his
own crotch.  Guiding my younger brother's fingers to do my own bidding gave
me a rush that I did not expect.  Using his hand to grip his own dick
through his boxer briefs, Simon moaned and shivered.  Letting go of his
hand, I sat up and took of my shirt.  Laying back down, I moved my head so
it rested on his shoulder and I whispered, "Why don't we throw out that
silly rule about you asking."  I said it as an order, rather than a
question.  "I mean, if you're gonna taunt me with your body might as well,
make use of this," I told him, rubbing my dick against his ass crack.
Again, he shuddered with a fury but after this time.  He pulled away.

"Stop it!  What do you think you're doing?" Simon said, sitting up.  Shit,
I've upset him.  Sitting up, too, I touched his shoulder, which was brushed
off.  "Don't touch me!  I never taunted you."

"Simon, I'm sorry," I said not touching him but kept a hand hovering over
him.  "I didn't mean that you were taunting me.  I was just goofing around."

Simon didn't look at me, but he bent his knees, put his feet on the bed, and
said, "I know.  I know that you were just playing but what I don't know is
why I'm acting like this.  Or why you're acting like this," he said, finally
turning around and looking me in the eyes.  He looked like he was on the
edge of tears and I so did not want to see him like that.

"I never want to cause you pain and I've done it now.  All the times I've
touched you, I've always caused you pain.  The car crash, right now, it
seems like all I do is make you hurt.  I stepped over a line right now and I
can't even come close to it anymore.  Listen, it's not you're fault.  I've
thought about this for a while and I don't think that we should--"

"Someone forced themself on me."

I swear I could feel the back of my head just explode.  "What?!" I yelled, a
bit too loud.

"Shh!" he said, finally breaking to tears.  "Don't yell.  Please don't yell.
  I don't want anyone to know about it and if Mom and Dad figure this out
they'll go crazy."

"Who the hell is he?" I asked, shaking.  My head felt like it had just been
run over by a steam roller from this information and I saw red.  Anger was
all I felt right then and I just want to hurt the person who tried this.
"Who the fuck is he?!  I'm gonna fucking kill that motherfucker!  Do I know
him?  Who the fuck is he?!  Who the fuck is he?" I heard myself repeating
over and over again.  I didn't have control over my voice or over my
thoughts.  I was a backseat driver and my body took over.  Will and power
over my rage dissipated and all I know is that a motherfucker tried to hurt
Simon and I want to make sure that he doesn't ever feel anymore.

"Gabe!  Gabe, calm down, please!" Simon said, trying to bring me down from
my ire.  "I can't tell you who it is if you're like this.  I know you.
You're instinct's to protect me.  And with your temper, the first thing that
you'd do to the guy is kill him--more if you could do it--and I don't want
that on you're conscious.  I'll only tell you what happened if you calm down
and promise me that you won't confront this guy."

Glaring at him, I held my position.  I can't promise that!

"Fine," he said, realizing my answer, "then I can't tell you."  Simon's face
got sad and he turned away from me and laid down, facing away from me.

I settled down too, physically that is--mentally I still have the urge to
hurt--and spooned next to him.  This time it was just a brotherly way, to
protect him.  He's right, about me that is.  If I do find this guy I'll do
more than just kill him.  Simon's stubborn and he won't tell me unless I
give him my word that I won't hurt the little maggot and that's a promise
that I can't make right now.  When I cuddled up close to him, he took my
hand and held it tightly.  I smelt his neck again and it did nothing to me.
My dick's soft as a wet noddle, it won't do me any good tonight.  I tried to
sleep but I couldn't get the thought of that fucker trying to molest my
brother and I got mad all over again.  Simon, on the other hand, fell asleep
a few minutes after he took hold of me.  I had to do something.  Making sure
that I didn't move him too much, I pulled away from Simon and went
downstairs and into the kitchen.


Dennis' POV


After that small encounter with that kid, I can't seem to take my thoughts
away from him.  He's a looker for sure but other than that, nothing special.
  It's been a few days and I've spent a lot of nights just wondering about
this kid, afterwards, of course, I relieve my self with the help of a few
vids in my room.  Even now, in the middle of a bar, the touch of his skin on
mine left my hand feeling tingles.  I still can even taste him.  And it's
SOO good.  Ah, well, time to wash that taste away with some beer.

So there I was, alone, pathetic, dismal, waiting for that same underage guy
to fall back into my lap when suddenly, I was hit on.  Wow!  And I mean
`Wow!', when I say this.  This guy was about five foot five inches, with
white, balding hair, a unibrow, crooked teeth, and looked about 300 years
old.  He's talk like, "How you doin'?"  I mean, where does he think he is?!
That's the perfect end to my seemingly perfectly fucking night and I paid my
drinks and walked out the door, leaving that old man to hit on more guys.
God save them all.

Inside my one bedroom apartment, I collapsed on the bed with all of my
clothes still intact. I had no will power to even take off my shoes.
Sighing, I tried to drag my helpless body to try and reach a pillow.  What a
sorry disgrace I turned out to be.  I haven't had more than six beers and
already I'm drunk.  That's a personal best for me.  When I finally grabbed
the pillow, the phone rang and it sounded like a jet taking off.  I'll let
it go.  Maybe it'll stop.  It didn't so I tried to get up, with an anger
stirring up within me, and tell off the person calling this late in the
night.

Finally getting the phone off the hook and next to my ear, I said, "Hello?"
in a really scratchy voice.  I cleared my throat to try it again and managed
to say a decent greeting, "What the hell do you want?"

On the other end, I heard the sound of teeth biting nails and a sudden, "I
need to talk to you."

Realizing that it was Gabe, I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and asked nicely,
"Dammit, it's three fucking o'clock in the morning.  Can't this wait?"

"No," he said firmly, "it's about Simon."

That one sentence still gets to me.  It's the same sentence, the same tone
of voice, that told me that my brother was in the hospital.  Which is the
reason, I sobered up quiet a bit.  "Can you drive over here this late?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes," came a reply.  Then came the click of the
phone touching the receiver.


Gabe's POV


I know calling Dennis wasn't exactly right, but Simon said that I couldn't
tell Mom and Dad, so I went for Dennis.  He's a cool brother most of the
time, watching both mine and Simon's backs, but when one of us is in
trouble, he get's into major Big Brother mode and will always save the day.
Only this time I don't know how he'll handle what I'm about to tell him.
Dennis is always, always very protective about us but he's even more
protective on Simon, maybe more so than I am.  I just hope he can keep his
temper enough so he doesn't tell Mom and Dad.


Dennis' POV


It took no longer than ten minutes before I heard the buzzer of the intercom
next to my front door.  Pressing one of the buttons, I called, "Yeah?"

From the other end came Gabe's voice, "It's me, open up."

Pressing yet another button, I unlocked the gate to the building and soon
heard the elevator door rising up the three floors.  Foot steps on the
ground got louder and I opened my door before I heard a knock.  Gabe didn't
seem at all surprised when I did this and just entered without even a word
of invitation.  Without even looking at me, he sat down at the kitchen table
and just stared out into space.  He looked terribly worried and way too
upset.  His clothing was disheveled and it looked like he just put on
clothes he wore this morning.  Seeing his eyes were a vein-y mess, I pulled
out two mugs and poured two cups of black coffee, which I brewed after he
called.

Setting down a mug next to him, he looked up at me with a expressionless
face and said, "Thank you."

Nodding to his acknowledgment, I took the seat that was opposite to his.
This view wasn't at all that different from the side view that I got at
first but it did more to show that my little brother was not so little
anymore.  Worry lines--that weren't there this morning--now showed fervently.

"Gabe?  What the hell is wrong?" I asked, getting annoyed with this whole
deal.

Taking small sips of his coffee, he said, "Simon was . . . he was . . ."

"Yeah?"

"Someone tried to force himself on Simon and I guess, failed."  Gabe avoided
my eyes when he said this.

Sighing, and gripping my mug harder, I asked him, "Has he told anyone?"

This time he looked up to talk to me.  "According to the way he said it, I
doubt it.  The way he sounded when he said it was so casual like it happened
a long time ago.  Dennis, I don't know what to do.  He told me not to tell
Mom but that was my first instinct."

"No, you're instinct was to hurt," I told him.  Gabe had a mean streak in
him but it shows rarely.  "Even though I know we should tell them, I don't
think that Simon's wrong either.  Confronting this guy might just be the
worst thing we could do for him.  What would happen if this caught wind;
that Simon was molested?  Do you know what might happen?"

He looked solemnly in my eyes and nodded, "Whispers, gossip, bad looks,
yeah, I've seen them around school.  So, what do you think we should do?"

Sighing, I stood up, "I think we need to hear the whole story."  Going to
the linen closet, I pulled out a pillow and a blanket.  "You're sleeping
here tonight, and don't say you can drive," I told him as I saw he was about
to disapprove.  "You look like you're about to fall asleep."  Gabe just
nodded and took the stuff from me, set up the couch, and went to sleep.

I, on the contrary, couldn't sleep and I knew that I would be needed at work
tomorrow.  Maybe I could get Donna to take my shift at the Rec Center for
the day.  She'll understand why, hopefully.  Mom and Dad might be home for
the day but I need to talk to Simon in private, along with Gabe, too, of
course.  Gabe and Simon, I almost forgot about these two.  Hmm, it's their
first time--no, wait, second time--that they have gotten in trouble and they
go to me, relied on me.  What the fuck have I gotten myself into?


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