Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2013 20:47:30 +0000 From: Marcus DaCosta <marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk> Subject: Half-brothers: Chapter 3 This story is about the growing relationship between a 22 year old man and his 12 year old half-brother. If this is not your thing, or is illegal to read where u are, please click the exit button. Otherwise enjoy. I will appreciate your comments, instructions and participation as the journey progresses. Details at the bottom. This story is based on true events and is compiled from my diary and from memories of what happened when I met my older half-brother from whom I had been estranged since birth. Names and places are changed to protect my identity. The story is told from the perspective of my older brother. All usual nifty pre-ambles and legal bits apply. Characters: DEAN COLLINS: 22 years old JAKE LANSDOWN: 12 year old half-brother of Dean JASON aka 'SHANKS': Friend of Jake, age unknown at this stage. RECAP: I stood at the toilet wanking and wondering if this was normal brother to brother banter, or if this kid was drawing out of me some deep-rooted desires I had not acknowledged previously. All I was certain of was that my little bro was far more confident and spontaneous than I was, and that HE was in control of the 'banter', or the 'game' or whatever this was. One thing I knew though, was that I was starting to relax into it, and was intrigued to know where he was gonna take it next. ---------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 3: The Cinema Thirty minutes later, with breakfast done and washed up and we rode the lift down the ground floor and jumped into my black Ford Puma to head to Lakeside shopping centre in Essex, about an hours drive away. I asked Jake if he had ever driven a car before. "Nah bruv, I reckon I know how to tho" he boasted. "Well" I exclaimed, "while your here, I will teach you how, you will be a pro by the time you head back to Felixstowe". "Safe bro, that would be muuuaaaad!" His phone rang. "Sup Shanks" he began. "What you sayin fam"? ..... "We on our way out fam, goin shoppin fam to get bare stuff, creps and clothes and games and shit" ..... "Nah fam, we're in his whip, its a Puma, he says he gonna teach me to f**kin drive fam". He smiled at me.... "Maybe fam, I'll ask innit" .... "How's F-stowe?" .... "Safe fam, say hi to all the mandem" ... "Bless, later fam". Jake looked at me and said "that was my friend 'Shanks' errm, Jason, but we call him 'shanks'." "So I gathered", I said, and what does 'shanks' call u?" I asked. "J.Dot" "Nice, J.Dot, so what did Jason want you to ask me?, I'm guessing he wants to come and visit you here?". "Yeah bro, if u don't mind, in a week or so". "Sure, why not. By the way, we need to get u a new phone today, that piece of shit you are carrying around is an embarrassment" I jested. "I reckon I'll get u a blackberry so I can add u on bbm and chat to u for free while I'm at work". "Are u f**king serious fam?" He shouted, smiling so wide his face nearly ripped open. He leant back and day-dreamed for the rest of the drive. We must have gone in over 100 shops at Lakeside shopping centre spending way too much money, and spending practically the whole day shopping. I bought him white Adidas PT's, blue Air Max's, a grey Hollister tracksuit, some Jeans, T-Shirts, vests, underwear and socks, a few XBox games, a Blackberry Q10 and of course a white dressing-gown. We also went to Asda and bought enough food and drink to fill the kitchen. It was apparent that Jake had never been so spoiled, he didn't even complain at the 4 trips up and down in the lift when we got back home, bringing everything inside. We unloaded the shopping into the fridge and cupboards and headed straight back out to go and eat as I couldn't be bothered to cook after all that walking and carrying. We walked to Nandos and ordered our Chicken, rice, chips and corn. Jake spent the whole time laughing at our waitress who was a girl of about 18 years AND probably also about 18 stones. Her uniform was several sizes too small for her and she looked awkward in it, but was friendly enough. He made me 'laugh out loud' several times with his comments about how she must have been to the 'all-you-can-eat buffet and seen it as a challenge', and how she probably 'helped herself to a few chips' off our plates on the way to the table. But what took the biscuit, was how, when we left, he INSISTED I turn and wave at her, which I did, and then he proceeded to give me a Nandos card with a phone number written on it. "What's this bro?" I asked. "It's that fat chicks number" he said, pissing himself with laughter. "Yeah right" I said, disbelieving. "When you went to the f**king toilet I called her over and asked her for her number fam, I told her dat you asked me to get it fam, I told her u got a thing about fat chicks". He said smirking. I believed him, he certainly had the balls. "More cushion for the pushing" he laughed. We walked up the street rolling about laughing. In the distance we saw the VUE cinema complex. "Can we go and see what's on?" Jake asked. We went inside and bought 2 tickets to the latest Fast and the Furious film. We both needed to piss, so we went into the toilets before finding our screen. I went to the urinal and Jake came and stood at the one next to me. I finished pissing and stepped away, taking the opportunity to take revenge on him for the fat-chick joke, so I jabbed him in the ribs, he faltered, dribbling his piss on his trainers and shorts. I laughed "Revenge is sweet". "You f**king wasteman Dean". He laughed and flung his body round to face me flicking his dick so that his piss splashed over my t-shirt and my hand. "You wait til your asleep tonight" I taunted. "I f**king dare you" Jake replied as we walked out of the toilets and into screen 6, which was nearly empty, Jake chose our seats in the centre of the back row. The film was already underway as we sat down, as we had arrived at the same time that the film was due to start. I was surprised as Jake took hold of my hand and clasped our fingers together, without looking at me he rested our hands on his thigh occasionally stroking my wrist with his thumb. We stayed like that for about an hour until I broke our grip to run out and get some drinks. A few minutes later I returned with two Orange Tango's and passed one to Jake. He sipped it and put it in the cup-holder, as did I. He took hold of my hand again and folded our fingers together, this time resting our clenched hands right beneath his belly button. I sensed this was intentional, but neither of said anything nor acknowledged what was happening. A few mins later I could feel that Jake was fumbling about so I glanced down to see what he was doing. With his right hand he undid the button of his shorts, and slid down the flies, opening his trousers slightly and sliding his free hand down inside the waistband of his boxer shorts. He moved our clasped hands so that they rested on his boxers only an inch or so away from his dick. I could not tell if he was hard or not, but I certainly was. Thankfully the film drew to a close as I was beginning to feel awkward about the position of my hand. We broke our grip, Jake buttoned up as we stood up and left, making our way home which was about a ten minute walk. Jake was excitedly chatting about the film all the way home. "That was sick fam". He said. "Best movie of the year so far". It was only about 10pm so when we got inside I flicked on the sports channel while Jake went to his room to 'sort out' all his new stuff, and take a shower. 20 minutes later he appeared, wearing his new white dressing-gown. I assumed that was all he had on, but wasn't sure. He asked if he could make a cup of cocoa, I agreed, and he went to the kitchen and made us both one without even checking if I actually wanted one. Once made, he passed one to me and put his on the coffee table by the other couch and popped back to his bedroom. I wondered why he was choosing to sit away from me this evening when only last night he had sat so close to me. Perhaps he was regretting his advances in the cinema. I soon learned however that he wanted to spend the latter part of the evening getting to grips with his new phone, downloading various apps, games and updating his contact list etc. He asked me for my number and bbm pin and added me. Around ten to midnight I went to the kitchen to get us some snacks and presented him with a carton of Haagan Daaz ice-cream and another cup of cocoa and sat back down to watch TAKEN 2 which was on one of the film channels starting at midnight. He sat with his feet up on the sofa about a foot apart so that I could see up inside his dressing gown and my presumption about his dress was proven correct as his long thin but soft penis and hairless balls were on full display. "Your flashing" I announced with a wry smile on my face. "Only a bloody pervert would have noticed that blud" he replied, rolling his eyes. "Me! A pervert" I scoffed, "I'm not the one who wanked off in front of a screen-full of people at the cinema this evening". "Joker" he replied, with a sarcastic tone, "It wasn't f**kin FULL of people fam, there was like 12 man in dat screen, and besides, I was not wanking off, I was just holding myself". He added "And fam, I didn't even have a f**king boner, unlike YOU blud". He laughed. "You noticed that eh?". I inquired, somewhat embarrassed. "Sometimes it has a mind of its own, AND...", I added, "only a pervert would have noticed that 'FAM'". I chuckled. "Look!" I continued to jest, pointing at his groin. "NOW whose hard?". He wasn't but I enjoyed winding him up. He stood up, removed his gown, threw it on the floor behind the couch, sat back down grabbing his balls, and confirming to himself that I was joking about being hard... "Don't forget what happened in the toilets fam" He threatened, "you don't wanna f**kin test me bruv, else you'll end up wet again". He winked. I walked over to him, picked up the half-finished pot of ice-cream, which was almost completely melted because of the heat, and proceeded to pour it over his chest and shoulders. "Really?" He exclaimed. As he jumped to his feet and started to chase me around the room, we ran round and round the sofa, until eventually he jumped on the arm of the sofa and dived over the back of it grabbing me round my neck and pushing me to the floor wrapping his arms and legs tight around me in the process. He was laughing out of control, and my Adidas tracksuit was now covered in ice-cream. We rolled around on the floor play-fighting, he was pretty tough for a little guy and played hard. I dunno if I forgot that he was naked, or if I just didn't care anymore as I grabbed his ass and his thigh to try and prize him off me. I rolled him over so that he was on his back and my weight was too much for him eventually so he loosened his grip and I escaped. I removed my ice-cream covered track-suit and chucked it in the washing machine, and dived back on the sofa to finish watching the movie. I was now only wearing a tight white vest and a pair of loose light blue Ben Sherman boxer shorts. Jake picked up a throw that was covering one of the armchairs, to use as a blanket but opted to come and sit back on my couch now and neglected playing with his new phone any more. He laid down on the sofa with his head on my lap and covered himself with the throw, he then reached his hand behind his head asking for mine to hold, I obliged and our fingers found each other he took my hand under the cover and placed it on his abs. He let go of my hand leaving my hand gently resting on his body and then he placed his hand on top of mine pushing my hand down towards his belly-button, I was scared to go any lower, and unsure about why I wanted to, but my fingers began to caress his navel. His hand left mine and went a few inches lower and rested his balls. I could feel him breathing and I could feel his heartbeat softly echoing my own. It gradually slowed down until he fell asleep. I slipped out from under him and retired to my bed leaving him to sleep on the couch. I removed my boxers and my vest and slid under the sheets. Five minutes later, just as I was drifting off to sleep my phone 'pinged'. It was Jake messaging me on bbm. "Where the f**k did u go bro"? I replied immediately "You fell asleep, so I left u to sleep there and went to bed". "Cool" he replied, "well budge up fam, coz I'm jammin in your bed wit u tonight bro" he informed me before adding "no homo lol". I didn't have time to reply before my door opened, Jake crept in, lifted the covers and climbed under them. I moved right to the edge of the bed to give him room and he immediately sprawled out using up every inch of available space. Neither of us spoke, not even to say 'goodnight', I lay there wondering whether Jake was gonna try touching me or playing with me while I slept and finally decided upon the philosophy of 'what I don't know won't hurt me'. We both lay on our backs next to each other and once again Jake took my almost lifeless hand, this time, instead of resting them on his leg or his stomach, he rested our hands on MY bare thigh. He began stroking the inside of my thigh gently until tiredness took the better of me and I drifted off to sleep. ---------------------------------------------------------- If you have enjoyed the opening chapter of this story, please email me at marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk and if there is enough response, chapter four will follow shortly. Please donate to keep nifty alive! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------