Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2013 19:24:09 +0000
From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Half-Brothers: Chapter 12

HALF-BROTHERS

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RECAP:

The two boys eventually dragged themselves out of the pond laughing their
heads off, as the crowd dispersed.

"Can we go to your flat and clean up?" Deep asked. Jake picked up his
trainers and vest choosing to walk bare-foot so as not to get them wet.

"Yeah fam, we need to shower, and get something to eat".

The two boys left the park, and headed up Southwark Park Road to my flat.

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CHAPTER 12:

Max had not slept very well, he felt that he had to `sleep with one eye
open', and this proved harder than he had thought. Max lives with his
great-grandma, Joan, which he has done since he got kicked out of home two
hears ago shortly after his thirteenth birthday.  He had fallen out with
his mum's new boyfriend and she had been forced to make the choice between
her son and her lover. Joan was good enough to take Max in to avoid him
being another social services statistic, but she was not really able to
take care of him apart from providing him food and shelter as she was
elderly and frail. Max had taken the battery out of his phone, and planned
to stay low-key for a few days hoping that it would blow over. He heard a
knock at his bedroom door. "Max, could you please pop to the co-op and get
us a bottle of milk?" Joan asked him.

"I'm still in bed Nan," Max replied,

"Please Max, my legs are not up to it today, and the vicar is coming to see
me soon".

"OK Nan, gimme ten minutes to jump in the shower," Max said reluctantly.

Max dragged himself out of bed, still fully clothed, as he had remained
`prepared' to make a run for it all night. His fear was not unwarranted
either, Shanks has been known to put several people in hospital, and has
spent time inside for GBH.

Max was a boy-next-door type of kid, perhaps a
`troubled'-chavy-boy-next-door tho. He was average build, had average looks
although he suffered from a mild case of acne on his face. He was about 5
foot 8, and had very short brown hair that he kept short because it grew
curly. He had brown eyes and fixed braces on his top teeth. He had a scar
on his forehead that was a mystery to everybody that knew him. Everyone
asked him about it, but he always immediately changed the subject, or went
quiet. He was not very appealing to the girls; the two girls he had slept
with had both only gone along with it because he is one of shanks'
runners. Max delivered drugs for Shanks, mostly skunk, ecstasy and cocaine
but Shanks was a hustla and had been known to sell anything from used
underwear to handguns. Max had a little respect from the local youth
because of his close association with Shanks, but he was not fooled; he was
completely aware that his `cool' status was firmly in Shanks' hands, and
could be lost at the flick of a switch. With that in mind, Max was
determined not to let Shanks know that he had seen him fucking his little
brother.

Max showered, dressed in his Nike tracksuit, and kissed his Nan, putting
his hand out for some money to buy the milk. She gave him two pounds, which
he put in his pocket and walked at break-neck speed to the co-op which was
normally about a 5 minute walk, but today was accomplished in less than
three.

"Yo, Max, have you heard what happened to Major?" a voice spoke to him as
he entered the shop.

"I ain't heard nuttin fam, my phones fucked," Max lied. "Wassup with
Major?"

"Word is Shanks fucked him up this morning" the boy said. "Proper banged
him blud, his nose is broken and he lost two teeth fam"

"Fuck", Max was worried "Why Shanks do dat? Major is his boy!"

"Nobody knows fam". The boy replied.

Major was Shanks' other runner. He had come round early in the morning to
deliver the money that he had collected the previous night. He walked
straight into Shanks' bedroom finding Shanks and Dreddz apparently
innocently sleeping in the same bed. Not knowing what had transpired the
previous night he made a joke as he woke shanks up to give him the money.

"She's peng."  Major joked, nodding at Jah'von who was still sleeping in
the bed.

Shanks jumped out of bed and laid into Major, firing him, and re-arranging
his face in the process. Shanks one-banged Major with an violent upper-cut
to the face causing Major to fall to the floor.  Shanks then proceeded to
kick his face in breaking two of his teeth before continuing to kick him in
his balls and stomach, then lifting him up and pushing him towards the
door. Major scurried out limping, and holding his bloody nose and swollen
lips.

"At least you'll get more work fam" the boy in the shop remarked to Max
after relaying the story to him.

Max paid for the milk, and ran home in less than two minutes. He put the
milk in the fridge, gave the change to his Nan, and ran upstairs to his
room to put his battery back in his phone.  `Fuckin blackberry's, man, take
forever to load' he thought to himself as he waited for his phone to fire
up. He waited for his bbm and whatsapp to load, but there were no
messages. He looked at the status updates, there were a few comments about
Major's face and three or four people had put up a picture of Major's
mashed up face. It looked bad. Max bit his lip and decided to prove that he
was not a pussy, and phoned Shanks.

"Safe Gee," Shanks said. "So you heard then?"

"Yes boss", Max replied, "I heard you fucked him up big-time".

"Pussyole!" Shanks kissed his teeth.

"Shanks," Max butted in... "It was me fam".

"Wat was you, blud?" Shanks said, playing dumb.

"Last night, at your yard fam, it was me dat saw you".

"What da fuck did you see, BLUD?" Shanks emphasised.

"Well, dat's just it fam, I didn't see nuttin", Max spluttered, "Look, what
I mean is, obviously I saw wat I saw, but I just wanted you to know dat
your business is your business and I don't give a fuck fam, nobody gonna
hear nothing from me, fam".

"Who are you to give a fuck or not?" Shanks enquired.

"I'm just saying fam" Max continued. "I never saw nothing, you don't need
to fuck me up fam, I promise I ain't gonna snake you".

"You can't snake me fam" Shanks stated. "Nobody would believe u fam, they'd
believe dat YOU are a cock-sucking faggot if I told everyone dat fam, but
nobody would believe YOUR story fam".

"I know boss". Max whimpered.

"Why d'you run then?" Shanks asked.

"I dunno fam", Max lied. "I was scared I guess", he said, owning up.

"So den Max, I'm coming round your yard now, and we'll prove dat we're cool
fam, dat there's no hard feelings." Shanks insisted.

"What you gonna do?" Max asked.

"Your gonna suck my dick fam". Shanks explained.

"I can't do dat boss, I don't wanna suck nobody's dick fam". Max pleaded.

"I don't give a fuck what you want Max", Shanks confirmed, "You wanna stay
out of hospital dat's da deal, and if you snake me, your dead fam, I'm
coming to your yard now fam, you best be there when I reach". Shanks hung
up the phone without giving Max a chance to reply. He threw on his jeans,
vest and trainers, jumped in his mums Ford Focus, and speeded round to
Max's Nan's house, leaving Jah'von to sleep. He knocked the door; Max flew
down the stairs four at a time nearly falling flat on his face at the
bottom. He opened the door and stepped outside whispering:

"Fam, this is my Nan's house, she is 85 years old fam, I don't want no
trouble here fam".

"What da fuck do you take me for?" Shanks replied, whalloping him round the
back of the head, turning him round and pushing him back inside. Max ran
back upstairs expecting Shanks to follow him straight up, but Shanks went
into the living room and greeted Joan.

"Hello Mrs. Wilkins" Jason said, bending over and kissing her cheek.

"Hello Jason" Joan said, "How lovely to see you, I haven't seen your mum
around for a while, is she OK?"

"She's OK Mrs. Wilkins", Jason laughed, "She has gone on holiday" He lied,
not wanting to bait his mum out, and reveal that she is in prison. "If
there is anything you need Mrs. Wilkins, Max has my number".

"Ooooh you're ever such a good boy" Joan smiled. "I do hope you are able to
rub some of that off on my Max".

"You have no idea", Jason smirked at the irony, gave her his fist to spud,
which she did `sarcastically', and with that Jason finally followed the
nervous Max upstairs to his room. He closed the door behind him, removed
his shoes, jeans and t-shirt, before jumping on the bed wearing only the
same shorts that he had slept in.

"I dunno if I can do this fam", Max admitted.

Jason stood up and walked over to him, grabbing him by the back of his neck
he laid him to the bed saying: "Don't make this difficult fam".

Max conformed. Like an animal being led to slaughter he quietly submitted
to Shanks `orders'. He removed his tracksuit so that he was also only in
his boxers. Shanks lay back on the bed, lifted his hips up and lowered his
shorts, kicking them onto the floor. His dick was hard and the tip was
already wet. Shanks loved the fact that Max was such an unwilling
cock-sucker; the feeling of power engulfed him. So as to avoid any further
delay tactics, Shanks took Max by the neck again and forcibly lowered his
face down to make contact with his dick. Max did not seem to know what to
do, not only had he never sucked a dick before, nor done anything gay for
that matter, but it appeared that he had never had his own dick sucked as
he took to it with utter ineptitude. He closed his lips over the head of
Shanks dick and began to suck as though her were trying to get air of out
his dick.

Shanks spoke up "not like dat fam"... he moved around until the two of them
were in the sixty-nine position, pulled Max's six inch uncut hard dick
through the fly of his boxers... "like DIS, fam". He closed his lips over
Max's dick and began to expertly suck him, sliding his mouth up and down on
Max's dick. Max moaned in pleasure, closed his eyes and continued his
exploration of Shanks' dick with his own lips and tongue copying the
movement, and motion of his boss.  Jason stopped temporarily to pull Max's
boxers down to his ankles, and then returned to his groin, sucking on his
slightly hairy balls one at a time. Max copied this also, starting to get
to grips with both the idea, and the execution of giving head.

Max did not have much stamina mind you, after a few minutes he warned "I'm
gonna cum". Shanks moved off Max's dick, pushed Max onto his back and
encouraged him to wank himself off as he repositioned himself, straddling
Max's chest, and beginning to fuck his mouth. Max continued to wank off
furiously while he was cumming, the first offering of his cum shot up unto
the air and landed on Jason's back. Jason kept fucking Max's mouth while
his own back was being plastered with cum.

By now, Max was enjoying their activity. He was sucking Jason's dick with a
lot more enthusiasm than at first, he closed his lips tighter as Jason held
on to the headboard of the bed, and fucked his mouth hard. Max gagged every
now and then as Jason's throbbing dick, which was leaking pre-cum plunged
deeper into Max's now-willing mouth. As Jason approached his orgasm, he
took hold of Max's head to stop him from being able to refuse to
swallow. Spurt after spurt burst into Max's throat. Max gagged, spluttered
and coughed as Jason emptied his balls into his mouth. "Swallow", he
ordered. Max obeyed, reluctantly. Once the last drop was released, Jason
loosened his grip on Max's head and pulled his dick out of his
mouth. Grabbing his own dick at the base, Jason slapped it around Max's
lips and cheeks taunting him.

Max jumped of the bed, and ran down the hallway, still naked and hard,
heading for the bathroom with the taste of Jason's cum still on his
tongue. He left his bedroom door wide open in his haste, and proceeded to
open the bathroom door, which strangely seemed to open on its own. Max
rushed inside, bumping in to Rev. Byrd who was just leaving the bathroom.

"Oh fuck, sorry". Max said, embarrassed "I didn't know anyone was in here"

"Clearly" Rev. Byrd said, amused at the accident, and trying to alleviate
the boy's embarrassment.

"Sorry for swearing" Max apologised.

Max turned around to leave, but the vicar stopped him "I've finished, its
all yours". The vicar looked Max up and down noticing his erection. Max
closed the door behind the vicar, and proceeded to spit relentlessly into
the sink, and began brushing his teeth.

As Rev. Byrd walked down the landing, he was able to see right into Max's
bedroom He saw Jason cleaning the cum off of his back with tissues from the
box by the side of Max's bed. He looked Jason up and down. Jason caught his
eye, and winked. With that Rev. Byrd hurried down the stairs with an amount
of youthful speed that he had not mustered up in many years.

"Who is that boy with Max?" Rev. Byrd asked Joan.

"That is Jason", Joan replied, smiling. "Michelle Downer's son, oooh vicar,
he is a lovely polite boy, I do hope he rubs of on my Max."

"I think he has been doing that" Rev. Byrd chuckled to himself.

Max returned from the bathroom and watched as Jason got dressed. "We're
cool now, yeah?" He asked.

"Yes, fam". Jason confirmed. "And don't pretend like you regret what we
done". Jason left Max to get dressed, walked casually downstairs, popped in
to say "Goodbye" to Joan and the vicar who were enjoying a cup of tea,
jumped back in his mums Focus and headed off to town.

Meanwhile back at his flat Jah'von had woken up, and was loading up the
laptop hoping to Skype with Jake, not knowing that Jake had just arrived
home from the park with company, and idea's of his own...

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