Date: Tue, 11 Nov 2008 06:01:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Its What Brothers Do - 20

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It's What Brothers Do -- 20     (Conclusion)

As the sun rose, our house became crowded. A guy from the Sheriff's office,
some of Momma's friends, people from the church, and a few of my buddies
all showed up to help us find Trevor. Word was getting around town and the
phone was ringing constantly. Momma jumped nearly every time hoping it was
Trevor, when it wasn't, she quickly asked the caller to phone the church
and get off the line.

"I know he's gonna call," Momma said, and gave me a hopeful look.

The church became a kind of staging area. The Sheriff started to organize
maybe a hundred people into groups of two or three. Each was given an area
to search. As I looked at the map, Josh stepped up behind me and put his
hand on my shoulder.

"I got your back," he said, softly.

It was kind of a lame thing to say, but he was being honest and sincere, I
knew he meant every word.

"Thanks, man," I mumbled, tears filling my eyes.

The Sheriff looked at me and nodded at Josh. He tapped his finger on the
map at the wooded area behind the high school. "I suppose you boys know
this spot as well as anyone," He chuckled. "There's been a few beer busts
back there as I recall."

Josh and I blushed.

"Yes, sir, maybe one or two," Josh said.

"You check it out. Call back here if you find anything."

* * * *

Fifteen minutes later, I parked the truck and we headed to the back of the
school. We walked in silence.

"Please, God," I prayed, "Don't let him be hurt."

Josh and I worked out a plan to cover the whole area. We walked slowly,
looking for anything that might tell us if Trev had been there. We spent an
hour going over every inch, but we didn't see a thing. We made a second
pass through, just in case we missed something, but came up empty.

As we walked back to the truck, I phoned in. "Nothing by the school," I
said sadly.

The sheriff told me no one else had found anything yet either.

As we climbed into the truck, Josh turned to me.

"Derek, I know this is a bad time, but there's something you need to know."

"What?"

"After you left Nate's the other night, he came downstairs after, you know,
being with Danny and all."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I remember."

"Well, he started going on and on like he usually does about the girls he's
banged."

"Josh, I don't have time for this," I said, reaching for my keys.

"No! You have to hear this."

"Hear what?" I sighed.

"Nate was bragging about which cheerleaders he's done since school
started," Josh paused, "He said he did Jessica."

"Huh?"

"He said that he hooked up with her one night when you were busy helping
that kid from the community center. He said they did it."

"You're full of shit."

"Seriously, I swear!"

My heart started to pound. I grew red in the face. "That ass hole!"

"Sorry, man. You deserve to know, I mean with the baby and all."

I looked at Josh and nodded, tears came to my eyes. I wiped at them,
started the truck, and headed back to the church.

* * * *

People were coming and going all day. The ladies from the church were busy
in the kitchen making BBQ, and putting out trays of cookies and such. Momma
stayed home, still hoping that Trev would call. There were folks with her,
so I stayed busy searching. Besides, it helped keep my mind off Jess and
Nate.

I went out two more times, and again came back with nothing.

Late afternoon, a call came in to the Sheriff and he yelled for everyone to
be quiet. He held a hand to his ear so he could hear every word.

"They found Trevor's bike," he announced, after telling the search crew to
wait right there. "Ten miles down route 70," he said, and several of us
headed for our trucks.

"Ya'll stay behind me!" The sheriff yelled, trying to get order out of
chaos.

I called Momma with the news.

* * * *

Trev's bike was lying in some short grass a few feet off the road. Officers
had put tape up all around, keeping people out.

"Derek, is that your brother's bike?"

"Yes, sir, it sure is."

"Does it look any different to you? I mean, scratched up or such?"

I got a little closer. "No, sir, it looks the same."

Looking around, I saw several miles of brushy ground, and a large stand of
trees. Sheriff Madsen called for more help, and soon we had almost the full
hundred folks ready to go. Four hours later, none of us had found anything
worth mentioning. The light was fading.

"Ya'll head back to the church," Sheriff Madsen ordered as he waited for
his officers to finish up.

* * * *

When I got back to the church, the folks there were waiting for more
news. Momma had come over, leaving one of her best friends by the phone at
our place.

"Didn't find a thing," I said, shaking my head.

Momma reached out and we held each other for a moment. She ruffled my hair
and gave me a weak smile.

"Maybe next time," she said softly.

I decided I needed food, and headed that way.

I sat in the church kitchen eating a sandwich and drinking soda. I hadn't
been hungry all day, but now was starved.

Some folks came into the social hall, and I saw that one of them was
Jessica. I stopped eating and stared at her. She looked in my direction, we
studied each other for a moment and she slowly walked over to me.

"Hey, Derek," she said softly. "I'm awfully sorry about your brother."

I nodded, unsure of my feelings.

"I need to talk to you," I said gently but firmly. "Now."

Jess nodded.

"We can go downstairs to one of the Sunday school rooms."

I led her to the middle school room, where kids Trevor's age hang out. It
had a beat up old chair and ragged sofa.

"Josh told me about Nate!" I said softly, but with a touch of anger.

Jess' lip trembled, and she sat down in the chair. "I'm so, so, sorry."

"Why? Why would you do that?"

Jess shook her head, "I don't know, I just don't know."

"Do you love him?"

"Maybe, sort of. But I don't think he loves me."

Tears filled my eyes, "I loved you," I said, coming close to breaking
down. "Did you ever love me?"

Jess was silent, she just started to cry. I guess I had my answer.

"What about the baby? Is it mine?"

Jess hung her head low. "I don't know, I think maybe its Nate's. That's why
I couldn't say I'd marry you."

"Does he know?"

Jessica started to sob, "He told me to get rid of it."

"THAT FUCKER!" I yelled. My hands clenched into fists, "I'll pound the
bastard, I really will," I thought.

I got control of myself and looked at Jess. "I can't deal with this now. I
have to find Trevor."

I was glad Nate hadn't shown up with the other guys to help with the
search. I doubt the preacher would have been pleased to see me take on Nate
in the parking lot.

Jess continued to softly cry.

"We're done," I said with contempt, "I don't want to see you ever again."

I stood up; Jess looked at me, almost pleading with me to stay. I turned my
back to her and walked away.

* * * *

By nightfall, folks started heading back to their homes. The sheriff asked
the remaining volunteers to show up again at seven in the morning.

Momma sent everyone home from the house; she and I were alone again. I
urged her to rest a bit, and promised I would stay awake. She finally
agreed.

About three a.m. the phone rang, and I snatched it up. An operator was on
the line. She said she hated to bother us at this hour but a child had
called claiming he needed help. "Did I know anyone named Trevor?"

"Oh my God, Yes!"

"Momma!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Momma!"

I heard her steps on the stairs as the operator said she'd connect us.

"Trevor?" I asked hurriedly, "Trevor is that you?"

There was silence for a moment. "Derek, I'm scared."

Momma came round the corner, "It's him," I told her hurriedly, and handed
her the phone.

"Child, is that you?"

I raced upstairs to get on the extension.

"Momma?" I heard Trev whisper, and then he was crying.

"Where are you? Are you hurt?" Momma pleaded as she too started to cry.

"I'm ok," Trev sobbed. "I'm sorry I ran away, but..." he was crying even
harder.

"Trevor, honey, it's alright. Whatever it is we can fix it. Tell us where
you are, we'll come right there."

Trev managed to stop sobbing. "Momma, I need to talk to Derek."

"I'm here, Trev," I said quickly.

"Momma, would you let me talk to him alone?" Trevor asked.

I knew he was asking a lot, but our Momma is a smart woman. She knew there
was something going on.

"Trevor, you come home, you hear me?"

"Yes, Momma," Trev whispered.

"Alright, you boys talk for a minute, but don't you hang up."

I heard the click as Momma set the phone back down.

"I'm sorry, Trev. I'm sorry about the baseball game. I'm sorry I messed
around with Jessica. I'm really sorry that Justin was with that girl."

Trev started crying again. "He shouldn't have done that!"

"I know, I know. Let me come and get you? It'll be alright."

"You broke your promise!"

"I know, I'm so, so sorry," I choked. "Please, Trev, let me come get you!"
I sobbed, "Trev, I love you, please, please, come home."

Trev was quiet, I heard him sniff a few times, and knew he too was still in
tears. "Only you, not Momma, not anybody else."

"You sure you're okay, not hurt?" I had to be sure, if he was, I'd send the
whole damn army to get him whether he liked it or not.

"I'm kind of hungry," Trev whispered.

I laughed, "If that's all it is, we can take care of that."

Trev finally agreed to tell me where he was. Apparently, he rode his bike
as far down the road as he could, then hitched some rides, he was 200 miles
from home. Daddy and Jerry Pruett had an old hunting shack at the far end
of Jasper County. I remember going there with Daddy when I was Trevor's
age.

"I'm at the gas station, the pay phone by the pumps."

"Trev, it'll take hours to get there."

"I know, I been staying at the shack. I broke a window to get in," Trev
said softly.

"I'll call and get you some help."

"No!" Trev said firmly, "You send anybody else here, and I'll take off
again."

"Okay, okay," I quickly agreed. "Stay at the shack and I'll be there as
soon as I can."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart," I said, "I really mean it, Trevvy." Tears rolled down my
cheeks.

It took some convincing to get Momma to let me go get Trev. She wanted to
send the Sheriff. In the end she looked me in the eyes and I told her,
"Trust me, Momma, I really need to do this."

She nodded, gave me a hug, and finally agreed.

We called the Sheriff's office and Madsen was relieved to hear "the boy is
alright," as he put it. He said he'd get the word out that we found him. He
too wanted to call somebody, the police or a sheriff "wherever the boy is",
but I was firm and wouldn't tell Momma or the Sheriff exactly where he was.

* * * *

As I drove, I laughed to myself about Momma. After talking to the Sheriff,
Momma got busy. When I told her the only thing Trev had said was that he
was hungry, she started wrapping up food, packing up two grocery
bags. There was plenty lying about from all the neighbors and such, and she
wasn't going to let any go to waste.

"Momma, he's only 13, even I can't eat that much," I laughed.

She shot me a stern look.

"You just go get your brother some clean clothes," She ordered, and went
right on packing up enough food for six kids.

I went to my room, grabbed my back pack and emptied it out on the bed. I
quickly entered Trevor's room and stuffed it with a clean pair of jeans, a
T-shirt, socks, and some undies. As I tossed the bag and groceries into the
truck, Momma pressed a wad of bills into my hand.

"Gas money and such," she said, giving me a little hug. "You call me the
second you get there!"

"Yes, Momma," I promised. I pulled her close and we hugged again. I gave
her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll bring him home safe."

Five hours later, I was finally driving down the overgrown lane that led to
the shack. I honked the horn as I neared the place.

I jumped out as soon as I parked, and ran to the door. Trev opened it just
as I arrived. I wrapped my arms around Trev and held him tight. I started
to cry, and shook in relief at finally seeing him.

"What were you thinking? You scared us half to death."

Trev hugged me tightly, and he started to sob.

Picking him up, I carried my brother inside. I sat down on the bed, and
held him in my lap.

"Why?" I whispered.

"Daddy said he'd see me at supper, but he never came home. Justin said we
were boyfriends, but he was kissing Andrea.  You said you loved me..."

"And I got with Jessica," I whispered.

We were quiet for a while.

"I was scared, Trevvy, I was scared you were lost, or hurt, or worse." I
tried to control my tears. "We had a hundred people looking for you, half
the town worried sick, to say nothing about Momma."  I snuggled into Trev's
neck with my face. "I love you so much, I didn't know how much until I was
looking day and night for you."

"But you're still gonna leave me," Trev cried, "You're going to marry
Jess."

I hugged him tight, rocked him, "No, no, I'm not going to marry her," I
said softly. "Things have changed." I told him about the conversation I had
with Jess in the Sunday school room. "I only want to be with you now."

Trev turned, wrapped his arms around my neck, his cheeks stained with
tears. We looked deeply at each other.

I pulled him closer and we kissed, and Trev sobbed. He cried, and cried,
and cried.

We lay down on the bed and held each other for a long time. I felt the
rhythm of my brother's breathing, the warmth of his body next to me, the
familiar smell of him. It felt right, and natural. It had never been quite
like that with Jessica. We kissed again, deeply. He whimpered and slowly
rubbed his crotch against mine. I ran my hand down his back and felt the
round softness of his ass. I tenderly patted and rubbed his bottom.

"Trevor, I love you so much," I whispered.

Trev reached between us and played with my zipper. We kissed softly and he
freed my dick from my jeans. I did the same to him. In moments we had a
hand on each other's cock. We kissed with a little more urgency. I felt the
soft little sack that held his nuts and he moaned. He wrapped his hand
around the head of my dick and slowly teased it with his thumb. I wanted to
touch every inch of my brother.

As we kissed, I gently pushed his jeans and underwear down in back, groping
at his rear end. He made a soft purring sound as I held both of his butt
cheeks. He wriggled, wanting out of his pants. He wanted to be naked. I
reached down, pushed my own pants to my ankles and kicked them off. I
glanced at the cell phone on my belt.

"I'm supposed to call Momma."

"Do it later," Trev urged,

We kissed some more, feeling each other up. I touched Trev in every place I
could reach. We got hotter and hotter.

Trevor whimpered again, as I ran a finger up and down his crack. He pushed
his ass back into my hand.

"Oh, God, fuck me," he pleaded. I placed my finger against his hole. He was
kind of greasy back there, so it wasn't hard to slip the tip of it inside
him. "Oh," he moaned, as I worked to get it in a little deeper.

Trev snuggled against me, puppy like. We stayed like that for a long time,
my cock throbbing in anticipation, my finger up his butt. Eventually, my
dick wanted more.

"Ready?" I whispered in his ear.

Trev nodded and kissed me lightly, pulled away from me, and got off the
bed. He rummaged in his back pack, and sheepishly found his tube of
lube. He blushed as he crawled back into bed; he was so cute, like a virgin
on their wedding night.

"I forgot that's where you keep that," I chuckled, as he snuggled up to me
again.

Trev lovingly stroked my dick, carefully applied the lube, and then
bashfully reached around to stick a lubed finger up his butt. He slowly
rolled over onto his side, pulled his knees toward his chest, and offered
me his hole.

I snuggled close, wrapped my arm around him, and eased my hips forward. The
head of my cock parted his soft buns. Trev made a little baby sound as I
pressed the head of my dick against his bottom. I pushed gently.

"Oh, God," Trev whimpered as I eased past his sphincter. I paused, a couple
of inches into his rectum. "Shit," he moaned, "It feels so good."

I slowly moved forward, Trev grunting with each additional inch that I
pushed into him. I wanted to make this last. He lifted his top leg briefly,
opening himself further, wanting more of me. Finally, I had buried myself
up to my pubes in his butt.

"Oh Yaaaa," he whispered, feeling me as far as I could go up his rear end.

I didn't move for a moment, just stayed deep inside him. I felt his hole
grip my cock, and then relax, and grip it again as he savored the feel of
me in his bottom. Then, his little whimpers turned to tears. He sobbed
softly as I started to slowly fuck him. I pulled him close, lightly kissed
the back of his neck, trying to comfort him.

"Don't stop," he whimpered, "don't ever stop."

I knew he wasn't talking about sex. He wanted my love, always.

"I promise, Trev," I whispered, as tears came to my eyes.

We fucked slowly, lovingly; each thrust of my cock was like a precious gift
from me to my brother. I felt the uge slowly building, and I pumped into
Trev's butt just a little faster and harder. Then, it was time.

"Trevvy," I moaned, and he knew.

"Do it," he whimpered.

I felt my cock jerk, and as I made a final thrust, I came. My love spurted
from the end of my dick. In a warm gush, I emptied my balls into my
brother's ass. I gently fucked in and out a couple of more times, and then
held myself deep in him until I couldn't stay hard any longer. Sadly, we
both felt when it slipped out of him.

We lay spooned, front to back, for a long time. Trevor finally rolled over
to face me. As we kissed, he opened his mouth wide and our tongues
wrestled. "You're getting to be a pretty good little kisser" I grinned at
him, and Trev giggled.

"Did you cum?" I said gently, pushing a tuft of hair away from his eyes.

"No," he said softly.

We looked at each other for a while before kissing again.

I pulled softly on Trev's dick. "Want to make love to me?"

Trev blinked, "What?"

I took Trev's hand, our fingers intertwined, and then slowly, I guided it
to my ass.

We looked at each other, still holding hands, for a long time. Our eyes wet
with tears.

Trev nodded, "If that's what you want".

I returned his nod.

We stared at each other a moment longer. He turned and reached for the
lube, and I rolled over onto my stomach. Trev's cock was stiffer than I
have ever seen it, it was throbbing. He carefully rubbed lube all over it
and then crawled to me. He tenderly opened my ass cheeks. I felt the cool
air on my hole and took in a short breath. He gently prepared my entrance,
and then without warning, shoved his finger inside me.

"Ugh, go slow okay?" I whimpered, surprised at the sudden intrusion.

My ass ring immediately clamped down on his finger in a kind of spasm. Trev
wiggled it around in there, pulling it out and then putting it back
in. After a few minutes of playing with my ass, I finally relaxed.

"Now?" He asked, and I nodded.

Trev straddled my butt and rubbed his cock between my cheeks. I felt his
swollen knob, and knew I needed to relax my hole. I guessed it was still
going to hurt. He pushed my legs apart with his knees and I raised my butt
up off the bed a little. He paused, and then moved forward. There was a
moment when I thought his cock wouldn't make it, but then he pushed through
the barrier.

"Oh fuck!" I yelped, when the head of his dick popped inside me.

My ass clamped down tight again. I tried to relax, but it felt like a
telephone pole was being rammed up my butt. Trev didn't wait for me though,
he pushed in a little deeper, and my ass felt like it was going to tear
apart. "Holy Shit," I thought as I tried to cope with the pain. I didn't
want to spoil this for Trev, so I bit down on the pillow as he went
deeper. "Get it over with," I thought, "Just get the damn thing in there."

"Christ, you're tight," Trev panted as he worked to get a few inches deeper
inside me.

I whined softly as he plowed forward, forcing his cock up my butt. Finally,
I felt his balls against my ass, and knew I had it all.

He still didn't stop to give me a rest; he pulled out a little, and then
fucked back in. I felt the head of his dick deep in my rectum. He used his
young hips to slam his cock into me. I grunted each time he stuffed it up
there, giving me a full feeling like I needed to shit.

"God," Trev mumbled, as he really started to get into it.

As he thrust into me, I felt the intruder in my ass find places I never
knew were there. After a while, my hole got spread wider and it became a
little more comfortable.

After a few minutes I finally felt a small amount of pleasure. Having my
brother's cock up my ass made me feel naughty, dirty, and nasty. But in
some strange way it also felt like it was supposed to be there. Trevor
rubbed against my prostate, and I saw stars.

"Oh yeah, like that!" I urged, as he continued to pound away.

I loved the feel of him on top of me. He lay on my back, thrusting his dick
into my butt. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled himself back and forth,
his cock planted deep in my ass.

Toward the end, Trevor was totally in charge. He had become the dominant
one and I the submissive. He picked up speed and pounded into me again and
again. I heard him breathing hard, and I felt the intensity of the sex
growing. I felt the urgency of his thrusts. Then he started cursing,
slamming into me as hard as he could.

"Fucking Bastard," he grunted, as he raised himself off my back, and used
his legs to throw himself into me.

Trev's frustration and anger over all the broken promises were now being
channeled into one thing, fucking me, again and again. The dick in my ass
became a tool which Trevor was using to punish me. I spread my knees and
pulled them up under me, hoping to slow the assault. But Trev moved as
well, grabbed my waist, and started to do me doggie style. I felt his nut
sack slap against me. He continued cursing.

"Gimme your ass!" he ordered again and again, pulling me roughly by the
waist toward his crotch. "God damn, Mother Fucker!" He swore, as he
pummeled my aching hole. "Shit! Take my dick!" I lowered my head to the
bed, and gave in to brother's need to fuck.

He grunted, and it felt as if he was using every muscle in his body to slam
into me. He plowed me harder and faster.

It was getting to the point where my ass couldn't take it any more. I was
about to say something, when Trevor slammed into me one last time and
moaned. I felt a warmth travel up my butt.

"Yaaaaa, take my cum," He groaned, as he shuddered.

I felt three shots of sperm squirt deep into my guts. My ass wasn't
satisfied; I pushed back against him hoping there would be more. I felt his
cock, now slippery with cum, as he fucked the greasy thing back into me. He
twisted it around, and probed every inch of my rear end. It felt really
weird, but also kind of good.

He stayed up my butt for a couple of minutes. Finally, he pulled out, and
we flopped to the bed exhausted.

The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room. I felt my brother's cum
slowly leak out of my hole as we recovered. Our breathing returned to
normal. I fondled my dick, rubbing it softly.

"Shit," I groaned. "You almost tore me a new one"

Trev giggled, "I think I like being a top."

We were both quiet for a while.

Trev crawled onto my stomach, and we kissed gently and long.

"I love you," we both said at almost the same instant, and then laughed.

"Can we be together like this forever?" Trev whispered, as he laid his head
on my chest.

"Till death do us part," I whispered back, and held his hand.

I called Momma, and after she had a long talk with Trev, she was able to
settle down. I told her I had driven for more than six hours, even though
it was less than that, and she told me to get some rest. I suggested that
it would probably be best to start back in the morning. She was
disappointed, but agreed.

* * * *

As we drove down the road, Trevor held my hand or rubbed my leg. It was as
if he needed to be touching me every moment.

"How's your ass?" He giggled.

"Sore," I chuckled. "Don't plan on getting it very often," I smiled.

Trev giggled, "Want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"I don't think so," I laughed.

"Well, as long as I still get to use it once and a while." Trev grinned.

"I don't know what we're going to do about Momma though," I said softly,
shaking my head. "I know she's not going to like the idea of us being
together."

"Leave her to me," Trev smiled. "I'll work on it, though it may take a
while."

I knew that if anyone could make Momma change her mind, it would be Trevor.

"Well, that's it then," I said softly.

We fell silent for a while and just held hands.

"Oh," I said with a grin, "That plan of yours? Momma?"

"Ya?" Trev asked with a curious look.

"It won't save you from the ass whuppin she's gonna give you for running
off."

Trev groaned and rolled his eyes. "Oh, Shit," he sighed. He was quiet for a
minute.

"Will you kiss it after she gets done?" He giggled.

I just laughed.



Thanks for reading this story. I hope you enjoyed it. If there is interest,
there may be a sequel. Send your comments and ideas for a future story to
Playbuddy123@yahoo.com. Thanks, Jon