Date: Wed, 22 Feb 2006 07:40:54 -0800 (PST) From: Michael Smith <wetswimboy2000@yahoo.com> Subject: Lost in a Book Lost in a Book By: Michael Smith Author's Note: Please contact me at wetswimboy2000@yahoo.ca and let me know what you think. The colourful couch that catches the sun in the mornings is filled with the shape of his brother. The boy dressed in a white t-shirt and blue boxers, covered with a soft throw, his knees in the air, his feet resting flat on the couch and a book in his arms. It is one of those beautiful summer mornings wrought with the promise of a very hot day. Taylor finds his brother Noah where he has found him every morning since the summer started. He walks up to his brother, gently pushes down the book and kisses him, quickly, on the mouth. This is the way the family greets each other, in the mornings and at night. The boys go into the kitchen for breakfast. "I'll just have cereal," Noah says. Taylor looks quizzically at his brother, wanting him to eat more so he gains a bit of weight. "How about a proper breakfast?" Taylor asks. "Eggs, bacon, the works. It'll be really good." "I'm not that hungry. Just cereal," Noah says. "You really should have a better breakfast than that. You've got that soccer game. Are you nervous?" "Not really," Noah says, shrugging. Taylor playfully grabs the cereal box out of his brother's hand and pours them each a bowl. When they have finished eating, they return to their rooms to get dressed. * Noah's right leg is straight out in front of him, and he holds ice to his swollen ankle. He is silent. He is a ten year old boy who has just been told by the doctor that he cannot play soccer for at least a month because of the sprain. Still, today's was a fun game. Taylor carries his exhausted brother upstairs to his room, and laying Noah on the bed. He leaves the room, runs a hot bath, and then returns to his brother. "Arms up," Taylor says. Noah does so and Taylor slips the boy's soccer shirt over his head. He then begins to pull down the boy's shorts, along with his briefs. "Wait," Noah says. "What?" "Nothing. I-I'll do it myself. Just help me to the bathroom." "Noah, don't be silly," Taylor replies. Noah looks away as his older brother pulls down the boy's shorts, barely noticing the soft, uncut organ in between the boy's legs. He lifts up his brother, carries him to the bathroom, and lower's the boy into the whirlpool bath. "How does that feel?" Taylor asks. "Good," Noah replies. "Okay." Taylor turns around and removes his own clothes onto the bathroom floor. He then climbs into the bath with his brother. He moves beside the boy, and puts his head back. "You played really well today," Taylor says. "Thanks." Taylor begins to rub soap on his brother's body. Noah closes his eyes and allows this. He knows he would not be pampered like this on a normal basis. Taylor's careful hands move between the boy's legs. Involuntarily Noah's legs spread slightly, and Taylor feels that the small penis has become slightly hard. He let's go and looks at Noah, who's eyes are still closed. The sides of the boy's lips curl up very slightly. Taylor touches it again and finds himself becoming hard. This is the first time he has ever thought his brother could get an erection. Not that before he thought the boy couldn't. He had never really thought about it at all. He continues to massage the boy, who is not reacting save for the look on his face. He begins to pull on it harder, and he feels Noah orgasm. Noah opens his eyes and looks tentatively at his older brother. Taylor smiles at the boy. "You know," Taylor says. "Since you don't have soccer anymore for a bit, I'm sure we can find a lot of things to do during the day when mom and dad aren't home." * Noah lies face down on the bed, his body arched slightly upwards to accommodate his erection. He moans--very softly, so it is almost unheard by his attentive older brother--as his body is rubbed with the savoury massage oil. Noah's smooth body glistens in the candle light. It is the middle of the day but the curtains have been drawn and the room is lit with fire. Both boys are naked. Taylor begins to stroke the boy's erection with the oil. Very slowly but forcefully as well. And very briefly. He stops. "I'm the older brother," Taylor says. "I think that I should go first." He lies down as his brother changes positions. Noah takes a bit of the oil and begins to rub it onto his brother's penis. Taylor closes his eyes. They have been doing this for each other, consistently, for a week. The boy knows what to do. The orgasm comes quickly. Taylor opens his eyes. "Come here." Noah comes up and puts his arms around his brother's neck. Taylor reaches in between their bodies and rubs Noah's penis against his stomach, until he feels his younger brother's orgasm. When it is finished, he lies there with his younger brother in his arms, just holding the slick body. * Noah wakes up very early every morning to read. He has a steady supply of books that he picks up with his mother from the library every weekend. Today, however, Taylor is up before him. Taylor sneaks into the boy's room and grabs him, quickly and roughly, from his bed. He takes the boy into his own room, where the ropes are already attached to the bed. After stripping him he spreads the boy's body onto the bed with the ropes, taking extra care with the sprained ankle. Taylor strips and climbs onto the bed. "Open your mouth," he says. Taylor's legs are spread around Noah's head, and he inserts his erect penis into his brother's mouth. "Close your mouth on it," he says. His brother does as he is told. Taylor begins to move so that his penis rubs against the inside of his brother's warm mouth. He comes quickly, the excitement of seeing the ropes around his brother's legs causing him to orgasm faster. When he is finished he sees tears running down his brother's face. "I didn't want to do that," Noah says softly. Taylor does not know what to say. He looks at his brother for a minute before untying him. "I'm sorry," he says. "I thought it would be fun." He runs his hand down Noah's stomach and takes hold of his soft penis. "Don't," Noah says. "Just leave me alone." He boy grabs his clothes quickly from the floor and runs off. * The kiss is still there. Taylor finds Noah, later that day, sitting in the couch and reading. He wears a t-shirt and green boxer shorts. Taylor wants to run his hand down the boy's bare legs but he knows that now he cannot. He pushes the book away from the boy's face and gives him a quick kiss. Then a quick apology. Taylor takes one last look at his reading brother. His eyes travel down the side of one of Noah's legs, resting on the very slight swelling that is still there on his ankle. Taylor bends down and kisses it. An attempt to return the boy's innocence by healing the scar. Noah's leg twitches slightly at the touch of his brother's lips, but the boy continues to read, losing himself in a story that is not his own. The end.