Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2008 19:09:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: It's What Brothers Do

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                "It's What Brothers Do"

We live in a small mill town way south of the Mason
Dixon line. My family has been here since Mr.
Lincoln's war of aggression.  That's the Civil War
to all you from up north. Our town is a small place,
maybe five thousand people, all of whom are somehow
connected to the mill. The smell in the air
sometimes makes your eyes water, but as Dad says,
"Son, that's the smell of money!"


I'm Derek, age 17 and I'm just starting my senior
year in high school. I'm a first team wide receiver
for our football team, the "Lumberjacks". Like I
said, everybody is connected to the mill. When a kid
needs a job it usually isn't too hard to get one.
Many kids just know they're going to grow up, pick up
a chain saw, and cut wood for mill. Not much to look
forward to I guess. Anyway, I was in algebra class
when there was a knock on the door and my teacher Mr.
Grant opened it. There was a rustle in the room and
everyone got real quiet. Sheriff Madsen stepped
inside. I scrunched down in my chair and tried to
hide. I kicked the legs of the chair ahead of me and
our quarterback, Nate Collins looked back. "I nodded
toward the door."It's MadMan!" I whispered and we
both slouched lower with worried looks on our faces.
"You think he knows about the beer bust after the
game Saturday?" Nate whispered. "Dunno!" I whispered
back.


Mr. Grant and the Sheriff spoke for a couple of
minutes and then Mr. Grant pointed back in our
direction. "Shit!" I heard Nate whisper. "We're
fucked!" I whispered back. Sheriff Madsen slowly
walked down the aisle toward us and both Nate and I
tried to avoid eye contact. He finally stopped right
in front of me. "You need to come with me son!" he
said quietly. I was surprised I didn't get my ass
hauled out of the chair by the scruff of my neck.

"Yes Sir" I said and hung my head low. "I'm in deep
shit!" I thought as we walked to the front of the
classroom and into the hallway. Sheriff Madsen didn't
say a word as he led me down the hall and out the
front doors. "What's this about sir?" I managed to
squeak out of a very dry mouth. My stomach was in a
knot and I felt like I was going to pee my pants.
The Sheriff nodded as he opened the door to the squad car
and I got hint I was supposed to sit down and shut up.

The Sheriff came around the front and climbed in. It was
then that he looked at me. "I need to take you home to
your momma" he said gently, "there's been an accident at
the mill." I got scared, real scared. The fear washed
over me and tears started to come to my eyes. My daddy?
Has he been hurt?" The Sheriff just looked out the front
of the window. "We need to get you home" he said and
started the car. Tears flowed down my cheeks. The fear of
what he said was made greater by what he didn't say.

As we reached the house I jumped out of the car almost
before it came to a full stop. I ran in the front door of
my house and was surprised to see a small crowd of faces.
People were sitting and standing and talking. I finally
saw my mother and it was easy to see she had been crying
for a long time. I froze, not able to walk to her. Our
eyes locked. I knew! I knew, and I started to cry like I
was a child again.

My mother was helped up off the couch by our preacher and
she came to me and hugged me tightly. "Your daddy's gone
to heaven! She whispered in soft sobs. I couldn't control
my tears. We cried for a long time. "What happened?" I
finally managed to ask. Momma eased me back just a little
so she could look in my eyes. She gently turned me and
Mr. Jackson the mill manager came closer. "A roll broke
loose" he said softly. I remembered seeing the huge rolls
of paper and knew that they weighed several tons. If one
rolled onto or over someone, well there wasn't anything
going to stop it. "We'll find out exactly what happened"
Mr. Jackson said, "but we know right now your Daddy
didn't do anything wrong."


The next hour seemed a blur and honestly I don't remember
much. Then, through the fog, a thought broke through.
"Trevor!" I sobbed, "Where's Trevor?"  How could I forget
my little brother? My God!


I looked around frantically. Momma came up to me again
and hugged me. She rocked me in her arms, "Nanna's
going to get him at school." She said. "He don't need
to know just yet" I looked at the clock and saw that
it would be a couple more hours until the end of the
school day." I wiped the new tears from my eyes,
sniffed and calmed down a bit. "I'm going with Nanna"
I said firmly. My mother's eyes grew watery again. She
nodded. She knew she couldn't change my mind. We
hugged some more.

At three thirty Nanna and I sat in the car in front of
the middle school and watched as the kids poured out.
Trevor is just a month or two shy of being thirteen,
he's 5'5" and weighs about 115 pounds. He has a well
proportioned body and though slim, is starting to get
a little definition in his arms. He plays youth
baseball.

I gave Nanna a glance, and she nodded as I got out
of the car and leaned against the rear door. Trev
ran up with a huge grin on his face, his back pack
flying wildly. "Derek!" he screamed in delight and
threw his arms around me. "Hey squirt!" I
whispered, knowing that in about ten seconds my
brother's world was going to be shattered forever.
I hugged him close, trying in some way to keep him
safe. He pulled back sensing something wasn't
right. "What?" he asked. He got a quizzical look on
his face and then took a half step back staring at
me. "WHAT?" he said again with a more worried look
on his face. "Dad got hurt at work!" I said softly.
"Is he alright? Trev asked, tears starting to fill
his eyes. "Sorry Trevy" I sobbed. Trev looked at me
shaking his head; he looked past me and finally saw
Nanna was in the car and not Mom. "Oh God" he cried
and sat down on the ground and sobbed. I sat down
next to him and hugged him. We both cried for a
long time. When we were both finally cried out I
hugged Trev close, nuzzled him on the neck and
whispered in his ear, "Time to go home!" and we
slowly climbed to our feet.

The next hours and days went by as if they were
part of a dream. I vaguely remember the service at
the church, the crowd gathered at the grave, and
our family standing for a final few minutes with
Dad. I suppose a week went by and then both Trev
and I had to go back to school. It was hard and
all, but, my friends were cool and gave me the
space I needed. Nate came to the funeral and stayed
close, calling me a few times while I was home. I
suppose he felt obligated because he was in class
with me the day the sheriff came to get me. I
thanked him for being there when I needed him. I
tried to go to football practice, but my heart
wasn't in it anymore. I spoke to coach and he
agreed it would be a good idea for me to let it go.
Coach told the team I was needed at home and that
was why I was leaving the team. It wasn't exactly
the truth but the guys were cool and supported me.


A couple of months went by and things settled into a
routine. All of us missed Dad, and there were lots of
sad days. Some days things were better and we even
laughed a little. Trev was bouncing back faster than
Mom and me. In fact I was getting a little worried
about Mom.

The lawyer from the company came and talked to Mom.
She asked me to sit in. Dad had insurance, there
enough to pay off the house, there was extra to leave
us some money to live on each month, and rest paid
all the funeral expenses. Essentially all our debts
would be paid and the house was ours forever. Mom
nodded without asking too many questions. "We'll get
by" she said with a weak smile. Then the lawyer
played his last card. "Accidents like this sometimes
bring out tough talk, more lawyers, court cases and
such." He said earnestly. "We know something went
terribly wrong at the mill" he continued. "We'd like
to take away your worries and settle this today just
between us." The company man said. I saw him hand a
check across the table made out to Momma for just
under a million dollars. "To be honest" the lawyer
said, if you fight us in court and get a sympathetic
jury you'll probably win much, much,  more than this,
but it could take years." He paused for a moment. "On
the other hand, you could take this and move on."




Momma looked at me and seemed unable to make a
decision.
I don't know where I got the nerve, but I spoke up.
"Sir" I said quietly but firmly. "You seem a good
man and all and I am trusting you to be honest with
us." I stopped to form my next thought. I took a
breath, "I think you can do a little better!" Momma
looked at me as if I had just farted in church. The
lawyer smiled a little. "What do you have in mind?"
he asked me. I was really making it up as I was
going along. I had no idea what I was doing. "Well"
I stammered, "Let's just say that's fine for Momma.
What do you have in mind for Trev and for me?" The
lawyer smiled again. "You have to help me out" he
said gently. "What are you thinking?" My guts were
churning and my knees were trembling. Momma just sat
amazed and silent. "Well we will probably need
college tuition, some spending money, a truck for me
now and one for Trev when he's older." I stopped
talking and the lawyer thought for a moment, then
looked at Momma. "If we did something like that plus
this check would that be all you need?" Momma looked
at me and I nodded. She said softly, "Yes sir that
would be mighty generous of ya'll" The lawyer looked
at me and held out his hand. "Sir, we have a deal!"
We shook hands and I sat back in my chair speechless
and a little weak, but pleased with myself.


As the next few weeks passed, Mom drew more and more
into herself and most of the joy of life seemed to
drain away. Since I didn't have football practice I
came home as early as I could and helped clean
house, wash clothes, and make some supper for us
all. I could see Trev was sad more and more of the
time as well. It was a Saturday night and Mom had
gone to bed early when I walked passed Trev's room.
He was crying. I almost walked passed, as happened
most nights. This time I stopped and knocked softly
and walked in. Trev looked up, his face wet with
tears. "I really miss him Derek" he said and sobbed
a little. I sat down on the bed and hugged him. "I
know" I said, "I do too". We held each other like
that for maybe half an hour and then I looked down
to see Trev asleep in my arms. I lay back and
cradled him and closed my eyes. We were still that
way in the morning.

After that Saturday night things slowly started to
happen between Trev and I. A couple of times Trev
came to my room after I was in bed and asked if he
could stay with me for a little while. I would make
room for him to crawl in and would hold each other
until he fell asleep.

One night Trevor showed up just as I was in the
middle of some "business". I quickly tossed a
blanket over myself and pulled my boxers back up
over my junk as he settled in. He turned to me and
wiggled up close. "Fuck, I'm horny" I thought as he
snuggled in tighter. We were quiet for a few
minutes. "You got a boner" Trev whispered as he
looked up at me with a little grin. "Um, Ya" I
stuttered. He giggled. "Let me feel it" he laughed
and before I could say a word he rubbed the front of
my boxers and then wrapped his hand around my cock.
My boxers were now fully tented.

I groaned a little with the feeling. "Trevor" I
grunted, "Don't do that". Trev grinned and let my
cock go for a moment and then he his fingers under
the waist band of my underwear just touching the top
of my bare dick. "Feel good?" He giggled. "Oh God" I
moaned and reached down to pull his hand out of my
pants. "Stop that!" I warned using my "or I'll pound
your little ass voice". Trev pouted a little. "I can
make cum now" Trev whispered. "What?" I asked
turning to him. "You know, make sperm?" he said. "I
know what cum means" I said without adding the word
Dufus! "When did that start?" I asked. Trev smiled,
"about three weeks ago".
I smiled, "my little bro is growing up" I said, and
we both giggled. It was quiet for a couple of minutes
more.

"Now I'm hard too" Trev moaned. He rolled on his side
to face me. I turned to him. He reached for my cock
again and I started to push his hand away. This time
he pulled my hand back and planted it firmly on the
front of his tighty whities. His eyes seemed to plead
with me. I softly cupped his dick and balls, feeling
his warmth and the pulse of his hard flesh. He
stuffed his hand back into my pants and on my dick in
a flash. I caressed his package slowly. With
everything we had gone through with dad's death and
all the rest it seemed we both needed to be close to
someone. Trev slowly stroked my cock and his small
hand felt wonderful on my dick. Without losing eye
contact I slid my fingers under his belly button and
deep into the space between his legs.  "Shit" Trev
moaned as he wiggled to put his dick closer to my
hand. We stroked each other slowly and lovingly. I
put my forehead against my brother's. Our lips were
barely an inch apart.


Trev leaned his chin up and kissed me lightly. I
kissed him back in the same way. "My first kiss" he
whispered and snuggled closer. Teen boys don't last
very long when someone has a hand on their cock. It
was a close call as to which one of us would cum
first.


I heard Trev's grunts and moans increase and his
breathing became ragged. "Oh God," he moaned, "Oh
God" and I continued my stroking so he could get his
nut. "Do it" I whispered in his ear as he raised his
hips off the bed and pushed is crotch tighter into my
hand. "Derek", he mumbled "don't stop, please don't
stop". I nuzzled close to his ear and kissed him
softly on the neck as I masturbated him. "Oh, Oh" he
grunted and I felt his dick swell a little as he drew
close to his orgasm. He grunted again, "Gonna do it"
he mumbled, "Gonna do it" and then I felt his cock
jerk and four hot jets of boy juice shot out on to my
belly. I stroked him a few more times as his cum
continued to dribble out of the end of his cock and
mess my hand. The feel of his warm cum was all it
took to put me over the edge as well. "Oh God" I
grunted as I felt my balls tighten up, cum fill my
dick, and squirt out the end. The spasms in my nut
sack were so intense I could barely believe it. Shot
after shot of sperm flew out of my dick and landed on
my brother's chest and T-Shirt. "Fuck!" I moaned as I
rubbed my penis in circles against his stomach and
spread my cum around and around. I rested the head of
my dick in his belly button and let the last few
drops of dick drool settle there.

The room was quiet except for our fast breathing and
the slow descent from our sexual high. "That was
awesome!" Trev finally whispered as we both gently
continued to play with each other's soft and messy
cocks. "Yeah" I whispered back. "Incredible!" We
stayed face to face on our sides for another ten
minutes before finally I broke it up. "We're a
fucking mess!" I giggled. Trev laughed. "Thanks Derek
that was the best!" Trev said gently and kissed me
lightly on the lips. I returned his kiss with love.
"You're welcome!" I said and we both grinned. "Is
this what all brother's do?" Trev asked as we started
to get up from the bed. "I don't know" I shrugged my
shoulders. I wonder?



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