Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2013 15:32:38 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta  <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Half-brothers: Chapter 10

HALF-BROTHERS

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Characters:

DEAN COLLINS: 22 years old
JAKE LANSDOWN: 12 year old half-brother of Dean
JASON JONES aka 'SHANKS': 18 year old friend of Jake.
JAH'VON JONES: 10 year old half-brother of Jason
GURPREET SINGH: 35 year old Asian man (presumed to be 30 at this stage)
JUGDEEP 'DEEP' SINGH: 11 year old son of Gurpreet
KAI JOHNSON: 18 year old local boy
MAX: Felixstowe youth

RECAP:

"I love u bro". I said wholeheartedly.

"Not as much as I fucking love u bro" Jake replied. "See u after work
tomorrow".

We kissed, and went to our respective bedrooms. Within five minutes we were
both fast asleep. Dreaming of what tomorrow might bring.

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CHAPTER 10: The Bedtime Roll Call

Deep lay in bed, wearing a pair of Marks and Spencers pyjama bottoms
staring at the nude picture of Jake, wondering why a boy whom he didn't
know would send such a photograph. He had never taken a photo of himself
nude, and had never seen an erection other than his own, but was tempted to
take some nude selfies following Jake's request to see a photo of Him.

Deep was the only child of Gurpreet and Balbinder Singh, his mother had
suffered some complications following his birth which had resulted in her
being unable to conceive again. Deep was therefore 'Pride and Joy', and
carried a great weight of expectation.  As with all Singhs the family were
Sikh, but, both Gurpreet and Balbinder had been born in London to
westernised immigrants from a large Indian city that aspires to be
'western', and as such they were not at all religious. Gurpreet and Deep
did not grow their hair or wear turbans, or fulfil any of the other
religious expectations that fall upon the Sikj community. Deep, whose name
is actually Jugdeep had recently completed his last day in primary school
and was looking forward to going to the local boys grammar school in
September.

He assumed that Jake was a lot older than him, he noted this Jakes dick was
a fair bit larger than his, and Deep was yet to sprout any pubes. He
wondered if the banter that Jake was trying to forge with him was 'normal'
for older boys. He did not want to appear to be a pussy so, he climbed out
from under his covers, peeled his pyjama bottoms off laid on his stomach,
lifted his phone as high as he could reach and took a photo of himself. The
picture showed the side of his face, his left shoulder and his back, ass
and legs. Deep liked the way it had come out, so he stood up and took
another 'areal shot' this time of his face and torso, as far down as a
hand-span below his belly-button. Again, he was impressed with how he
looked and felt and urge to send it to Jake, however he didn't understand
the impulse, so he fought it. He sat on the floor and spread his legs
open. His cut dick which was about two and a half inches when soft, laid
between his legs. He took a photograph of it, pulled his pyjama bottoms
back on and jumped back into bed, feeling a bit guilty about what he was
doing.

Laying back in bed, Deep stared at the pic of his dick, zooming in, and
noticing that he had very feint and short hairs starting to grow. A wave of
pride flowed into him which carried him along for a while, resulting in his
allowing the impulse to take control and he sent his flaccid dick-pic to
Jake. He had no idea why he was doing it, but he knew that he wanted the
older boy to see it. As he was sleeping with his phone in his hand, the
'ping' coupled with the vibration woke Jake out of his sleep.

'That looks nice, bro', Jake replied, 'How old are u fam?'

'11' came the reply.

'Kewl, I'm 12' Jake informed him. Deep was surprised that Jake was only one
year older than him.

'What school do u go to?' Deep asked.

'One in Felixstowe' Jake answered, I don't live round here fam, I'm just
visiting my brother for da summer'.

'Wanna meet me at the park tomorrow?' Deep asked.

'Yh, kewl, I aint got any plans tomorrow and my brother is gonna be at work
all day'

'OK kewl' Deep replied, spelling kewl the same way as Jake had, obviously
looking up to him. 'I'll meet u at that shop at 10am, ok?'

'OK bro'. Jake replied. Jake sent another picture of himself naked, but
with a soft dick. Deep replied by sending the face and torso pic he had
just taken. 'Your peng u know, no homo'. Jake added.

'And you look like a movie-star'. Deep replied.

Jake was elated, that was among the best compliments he had ever
received. 'Thanks bro, goodnite'.

'Nite' Deep replied, before looking at the pic of Jakes dick one last time
and drifting off to sleep.

In the next room, Gurpreet lay next to his wife, but was not thinking about
her, he was re-playing the encounter he had had with Jake in McDonalds
toilets earlier that day. He was completely unaware that Jake was seducing
his son. He was also unaware that Jake was only 12, like his son, he had
assumed that Jake was older. Once Balbinder was asleep Gurpreet messaged
Jake 'I'm horny again bro'. Jake replied by sending him the two photos that
he had already sent to Deep that evening.

Gurpeet pulled his shorts down to his thighs, wrapped his right hand around
his hard 6 inch cut dick, and began to jack off furiously looking at the
photos that Jake had sent him. He fantasised about Jake fucking him in that
same cubicle, while his son sat unawares in the next one along. He pumped
up and down on his dick for a good few minutes before cumming into a tissue
which he threw into the waste-paper-basket near the bedroom door. After
that, he curled over, leaning towards Balbinder and fell asleep.

Jake also fell asleep while reminiscing all the days activities, being
sucked off by Gurpreet, grabbing the jester's dick, and being fucked by
both Kai AND Dean. In his wildest dreams Jake never imagined that he would
have such a great relationship with his brother. He desperately wanted to
stay in London and decided that he would do everything within his power to
convince his mum that it was for the best.

Meanwhile, just over a mile away in Bermondsey's Arnold Estate, a knackered
Kai arrived home to the small flat he shared with his girlfriend,
Chantaya. She was already in bed, and was fast asleep. She had not felt
like making love to Kai for a good few weeks now, and although she showed
him daily tender affection, even sucking his dick on occasion, Kai was
grateful for the opportunity that he had had to unload his heavy full balls
into Jake and Dean. He climbed into bed, next to Chantaya, who was lying on
her side facing away from him, he put his arm over her with and rested his
hand on her belly. He felt his baby kick, smiled, and drifted off to sleep
with thoughts of becoming a dad in a few short weeks.

My sleep did not last long, I was tossing and turning, and had to make
several trips to the toilet convinced that I needed to shit. This was the
effects of being fucked by such an advanced piece of equipment. My ass hurt
incomparably, eventually I decided to make use of my inability to sleep and
fired us my laptop, to research possible holiday destinations for a person
travelling with a Jamaican passport. I settled on Turkey, and made a
booking for a package deal to Dalaman, in southern Turkey, with a family
room in the Tropicana Oludeniz Hotel. It looked impressive, with wi-fi, a
pool, a gym, evening entertainment, and was only 200m away from a beautiful
beach with a lot of tourist activities to do. I wondered how much time we
would be spending in the 2 double beds, and how much time we'd be spending
jet-skiing or being thrown off the banana boat. My meandering mind slowly
made its way back to the present, and I switched off my laptop and
successfully re-attempted to sleep.  Eighty-Six miles away in Felixstowe
Jason had just finished a call with his father, Dexter, who had asked him
if he felt able to look after Jah'von for a month or so, as he had been
offered four weeks cash-in-hand work on a building site in
Birmingham. Jason of course accepted.

Jason's mum and dad met while she was on holiday in Jamaica with her
parents. He was an expert in seducing the white teenage holidaying girls,
and had fathered over twenty children, who were scattered anonymously
across the globe. Jah'von was the youngest of children he had actually had
with his longsuffering wife Claudette.

Dexter had brought Jah'von to England for the summer holidays to meet some
of his brothers and sisters, although had discovered he was unwelcome in
most cases. He had talked his way into the bed of a young woman who stayed
in a rented room in a soon-to-close-down pub, and had 'dumped' Jah'von on
Jason for a couple of days 'while he found somewhere to stay', this of
course never transpired and Jah'von was now delegated to the care of his
irresponsible drug-dealing older half-brother. Mind you, both of them were
delighted about this, especially given the activities of the previous day.

"Cyaa we bun a zoot, bro?" Jah'von asked his brother.

Jason opened the drawer on the bedside cabinet by his bed and took out a
ready-made oversized joint. He lit it, drew from it and passed it to his
younger brother. Smoking weed suited Jah'von, he looked like a kid version
of a Bob Marley poster, with that sweet smelling green haze wafting around
his dreadlocks.

"Good shit, fi Hengland" Jah'von joked, adding an 'H' to 'England' as
Jamaicans tend to do to any word that starts with a vowel.

Jason opened two bottles of Supermalt and passed one to Jah'von. They both
sat there on the double bean-bag seat, listening to dub-step, sipping their
drinks and bunning their zoot as though they were relaxing on the James
Bond Beach on Jamaica's north coast.

Jason was wearing a pair of green basketball shorts, and Jah'von had his
usual pair of white football shorts on; both of them were shirtless and had
bare feet. Jah'von, though only recently having become acquainted with
Jason, totally worshipped him. He loved his english accent, which although,
urban, was far-removed from his own strong Jamaican patois. He was still
totally overwhelmed by the pounding that his ass had received the day
before, but was not 'hurt' or 'concerned' by it, in fact, he hoped that it
would happen again.

Shanks tilted his head back, passed Jah'von the remaining two inches of
zoot, relaxing his head on the bean-bag and drifted into a dub-step induced
trance. His out-line of flaccid cock was clearly visible as it touched the
cloth of his shorts. Jah'von noticed this, and became transfixed.

Not caring whether Jason was awake or asleep, Jah'von reached his hand over
to his brothers waist, pulled at his waistband hooking it under his two
egg-sized balls. He took the flaccid dick in his hand and balanced it as
thought weighing it, and making a mental comparison with his own. He closed
his hand around it and held it still, caressing the tip, with his thumb in
a circular motion. As he continued doing this, Jason's uncut dick rose to
its full 8 inches, although he didn't move from his position or give any
indication as to whether or not he was awake.

Jah'von moved from the bean-bag and knelt on the floor straddling Jason's
feet. He held the hard shaft in his right hand and combed a few locks
behind his ear with his left. He leant down and licked the entire length of
the shaft from the bottom up to the top. His dreadlocks falling forward
from behind his ear and tickling Jason's stomach, although Shanks remained
entranced.

The youngster opened his mouth wide and took the now-throbbing dick as far
in as he could manage. He steered his head up and down on Shanks dick who
begun to let out slight moans of pleasure, although not confirming his
awakeness. After a few minutes of sucking, Jah'von began to get jaw
ache. He reached over to the bedside cabinet for the tub of E45 and opened
the drawer, helping himself to another zoot. He took the lighter from the
bean-bag next to shanks and lit the zoot. He pulled his shorts down to his
ankles, opened the tub of E45 and dug his hand in, applying it to his
hungry hole and massaging the rest of it into Shanks dick. He then shuffled
up, straddling Jason, squatting over him, taking the big dick in this small
hand and sat down on it slowly, impaling himself with the throbbing member
as he lowered himself onto Jason's lap.

With the weapon fully inserted, Jah'von allowed all of his weight to rest
on Jason, and began rocking backwards and forwards, riding his dick, as he
had seen in the porn videos that he had been watching on Jason's laptop
earlier that day.

He leaned forward putting both of his hands on his brothers shoulders,
retaining the spliff in his mouth by holding it between his lips. Jason
began to involve himself in the scene, drifting out of his slumber
delighted to find that he was being raped by his ten year old brother. He
began girating his hips in unison with Jah'vons rocking, trying his best to
thrust up deep inside his rider.

Jah'vons hairless dick was fully erect, sticking up from his small balls
which sat on Jason's flat stomach. Jason took the 4" cut dick in his hand
and began to wank Jah'von off as he was fucking him. Jah'von riled in
pleasure at this sensation and began bouncing harder and more rhythmically
on his brother.

As Jason neared his orgasm, he let go of Jah'vons dick and stretched his
arm out wide. Jah'von tensed his ass muscles, squeezing Jasons' dick which
tipped him over the edge and he pumped his cum up into Jah'vons ass.

Jah'von stubbed out the zoot, climbed off his brother and moved to the bed,
as he did, he saw the shadow move away from the other side of the open
bedroom door. The door creaked, and closed. Somebody had been watching.

Jason stood up and went to the bedroom door, opened it, leaner out, and
shouted "whose there?". They heard the back door close.

They both rushed to the bedroom window and saw someone running down the
garden, and scale the fence. It was dark, so difficult to see, but it was
definitely a teenage boy or young man wearing a hoodie, with the hood up
and pulled tight around the face.

"Who da fuck was dat blad?" Jah'von asked.

"No idea fam". Jason responded. "But whoever it was, dey better keep dey
fucking mouth shut".

Jason and Jah'von pulled their shorts back up and climbed into bed, they
lay there listening to the dub-step until both of them finally surrendered
to the power of sleep.

Meanwhile, half a mile down the road, Max stopped to get his breath back,
leaning against a wall, he took sharp intakes of breath, trying to calm his
panic attack, bedazzled at what he had just seen, and unsure as to whether
Shanks had clocked that it was him watching the action; he was petrified,
knowing what his 'older', was capable of. He pledged secretly not to tell a
soul and prayed that Shanks had not seen him. 'That will teach me to barge
in to his house', he said to himself. As he wondered slowly home, he
pontificated, questioning himself as to why he was strangely aroused at the
vision that his mind would never allow him to forget.

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readers, I will write chapter eleven.

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