Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 06:42:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mirror, Mirror - Chapter  5

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Mirror, Mirror

Chapter 5

Bryce knew why he'd started to cry. Through the years he and his brother
had literally grown up together; they'd learned to crawl, then take a few
steps, walk, ride tricycles, and then bikes. They'd laughed, argued, stood
by each other, and been best friends. When Cameron told him he was gay and
then had started to cry, Bryce couldn't help but cry as well, they were
twins.

Cameron's sobs slowed and eventually stopped.

Bryce was holding Cameron close, so close he felt every move his brother
made. As his trembling eased Cameron seemed calmer and more in control.

"You okay?" Bryce whispered, gently rubbing his brother's back.

Bryce had a ton of questions, not the least of which was how Cameron knew
for sure he liked guys. He'd never even gone on a date. What would Mom and
Dad say? He didn't even want to think about the kids at school.

Cameron looked up, "Yeah, I'm okay," he said softly.

Bryce could tell his brother was still worried.

"You won't tell Mom and Dad will you?"

"It's a secret," Bryce whispered. That's all he needed to say.

The boys stayed like that, a tangle of arms and legs, each lost in their
own thoughts.

The minutes stretched to maybe a half an hour. Bryce was the one that
finally spoke. "Cam?"

"Yeah?"

"Sorry to break this up, but I need to go."

Cameron twisted around to look up. "Just stay a little bit longer. Please?"

Bryce made a face. "No, I mean I really need to Go. I have to pee!"

Cameron wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He managed a small
smile. "Well, I guess if you got to go, you got to go!" He chuckled.

Bryce laughed.

* * * *

Cameron splashed some cool water on his face and reached for a towel. Bryce
was standing at the toilet. The sound of his pee hitting the water seemed
loud in the otherwise quiet room. A minute later it stopped. Bryce
strained, there was a final squirt, and then he was done.

Bryce gave his dick a wiggle to knock off the last few drops. He tucked his
thing back in, and flushed.

Bryce stepped to the sink to wash his hands.

"Feel better?" Cameron smiled.

"I've been trying to hold it for almost an hour," Bryce joked.

When he'd finished, Cameron handed him a towel.

"I think it's time we get ready for bed." Bryce sighed.

"Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing."

As Bryce turned, Cameron wrapped his arms around him and hugged him one
last time.

"Thanks," Cameron whispered in his ear.

Bryce gave him a tender squeeze.

* * * *

The bed creaked and then the mattress moved. It was just enough to wake
Bryce. Someone had climbed into his bed.

"It's me," Cameron said softly before Bryce even asked.

Bryce rolled over and yawned. "What are you doing here?" his voice was soft
and caring. The boys had often shared a bed when they were younger;
sometimes it was because one of them was frightened, or because one of them
was sick, or just simply because.

Cameron snuggled close. "I couldn't sleep," he whispered.

Bryce scooted down so the boys were face to face. Cameron gave him a needy
look. Bryce instantly understood and put an arm around him. Cameron pulled
his legs up and curled into a ball. It was clear that what he wanted was to
feel safe.

They stared for some time. It was almost as if the boys were having a
conversation. Each flick of an eye lash, twitch, blink, curl of a lip, or
breath spoke volumes. This wasn't the first time they'd communicated
silently. Over the years they'd gotten pretty good at sensing what the
other was thinking or feeling.

"Can I ask you something?" Bryce finally whispered, gently pushing a wisp
of hair from Cameron's eyes.

"Yeah."

"How do you know for sure?" Bryce paused. "I mean, maybe you like girls and
just don't know it."

Cameron's eyes drifted down and then back up. "I've had all kinds of
feelings, and I've been thinking about this for a long time. Today I found
out for sure."

"What happened?"

"Remember what I told you Mark did at church camp?"

Bryce smiled. "Yeah, I remember." He laughed softly.

"I went over to his house after school today. He invited me." Cameron's
voice grew softer. "We were in his room, and well, he did the same thing to
me."

Bryce blinked. "He sucked your dick?"

Cameron suddenly grew embarrassed. Bryce thought he was worried he'd done
something really naughty.

Bryce gave Cameron a reassuring look. "I promised I wouldn't tell," he
reminded his brother. "No matter what."

Cameron seemed to relax and slowly a smile emerged. Then he giggled. "It
was fucking awesome!"

Bryce smiled. "No shit? He really sucked it?"

Cameron's eyes twinkled.

"I want to know everything!" Bryce laughed.

* * * *

Cameron grunted when Bryce poked him in the side with his elbow. They were
sitting next to one another in church the Sunday after Cameron's adventure
with Mark, the preacher's kid.

Bryce nodded his head in the direction of the choir. There sat Mark with a
silly grin on his face, his left hand resting on his crotch.

Cameron was embarrassed. Not only by what he was thinking when he looked at
Mark, but also because Bryce was starting to draw attention to him. "All we
need is for Mom to see this," he thought. He slammed his knee against his
brother to tell him to `cut it out.'

Bryce shot him a look, then with a mischievous smile put his thumb up to
his lips and slowly pushed it in his mouth.

Cameron sat back, closed his eyes, and wished his brother would just go
away.

* * * *

"Three fifty?" Cameron asked as he turned on the oven.

"I think three twenty five for that size pan," his mother smiled.

They were baking brownies.

Abby was with their dad for a little father daughter time, and Bryce was
with one of his friends. He'd ridden his bike so their mom wouldn't have to
drive.

Cameron read the instructions on the box. His mom would have made them from
scratch, but Cameron wanted to do the baking this time, so they'd decided
on the mix.

He headed for the refrigerator. "Two eggs?"

His mom nodded and pulled out a mixing bowl. "Don't forget the oil."

Just as Cameron lifted two eggs from the carton he shuddered, causing him
to lose his grip on one of them. It dropped to the floor with a sickening
plop.

"Oh..." his mom made a noise that showed she was annoyed. Her sparkling
clean floor was now a mess. She hurried for some paper towels.

"Sorry," Cameron offered as his mom bent down to clean things.

He shrugged, unable to explain what had momentarily spooked him. He went to
the cupboard where he found some light cooking oil and brought it over to
the counter. As he set it down, he got another strange feeling. He couldn't
describe it, it was just strange. It went away a few seconds later.

Putting all the ingredients on the center island, Cameron pulled a
measuring cup out of the drawer. He liked to cook and brownies were one of
his favorites.

Opening the box, he poured the powdered mix into the bowl. He added the
eggs and then started to measure the oil. Yet another odd feeling washed
over him, making him uneasy. He couldn't place it, but he remembered
another time he'd had something like this happen. The twins were very
little. They had just started walking. They were in a department store and
their mom hadn't noticed Bryce had wandered off. Cameron was too young to
know all the bad things that could happen to a child, but what he did know
was that Bryce wasn't there. When Cameron started to cry, his mom turned
and saw he was alone.

Cameron looked at the phone on the far counter. He felt an urge to call
Bryce. His brother was never without his cell. Cameron even had an excuse,
he wanted to ask him if he wanted walnuts in this batch. The call
connected, it rang, but Bryce didn't answer. Cameron went back to his
baking. He decided to add the nuts; Bryce always seemed to like them. He
got out the chopper, poured some walnuts into the glass bottom, put on the
lid, and got started. The blades quickly did the job of chopping them into
little pieces.

Putting the nuts in the bowl, Cameron added a tiny bit of water. He was
busily stirring the batter with a big wooden spoon when he felt it again,
that strange feeling. This time he stopped what he was doing. He had a
queasy feeling in his stomach.

"Mom..." he turned to look at his mother.

"What?"

"Mom..." Cameron trembled, and felt himself growing frightened.

"What's wrong?" his mother stepped closer and reached for him.

At that moment the phone rang.

The two exchanged a look.

Cameron didn't know how he knew. But he did!

"No, no, no!" He shook his head and tears came to his eyes. "Bryce!" he
sobbed. "Bryce!"

* * * *

The drive to the hospital was the worst. Cameron couldn't stop crying, and
his mother seemed so shaken he wasn't sure they'd even get there.

The officer on the phone had gotten straight to the point. There'd been an
accident; a driver had run a red light. Bryce was in the crosswalk, but
that didn't matter. When the car hit him he'd been thrown thirty feet.

"Is he going to die?" Cameron sobbed.

His mom gave him a sorrowful look. She didn't say anything. It seemed like
she was just barely holding things together.

Mrs. Andrews parked the car near the Emergency Room entrance, took
Cameron's hand and ran to the doors. Mr. Andrews and Abby were on the
way. They'd called his cell phone and told him what had happened.

* * * *

Cameron looked around the Trauma area and grew even more afraid. He wrapped
his arms around his mother's waist and buried his head against her chest.

Things moved fast. People came and went. Doctors told them Bryce was badly
hurt but still alive. One of them said something about a head injury,
`could have been worse' another mentioned a broken leg, and something about
internal bleeding.

"He was wearing his bike helmet," an officer said.

Cameron hoped that would make a difference.

Mr. Andrews and Abby soon arrived and the four of them were shown into a
small room where they could wait. A nurse came in, gave them an update, and
then left. Not long after that a Chaplain showed up.

Cameron felt himself grow numb. "This isn't happening," he told himself
over and over. But it was. His dad whispered something to his mom and she
broke down in tears. His dad used his cell phone to call the church. He
asked if Rev. Clark would come over.

* * * *


It was nearly four hours before they heard any good news. "Out of
surgery... Bleeding stopped... Bones set. We have to see what happens as
far as his head injury."

The Rev. Clark sat in the waiting room with Cameron and Abby when their
folks were finally allowed in to see Bryce.

"Is he all right?" Cameron managed to say twenty minutes later when his
parents reappeared. The tears started again.

"We still don't know, honey," his mom said softly. "Want to see him?" her
eyes were red and watery.

Cameron nodded.

Mrs. Andrews led Cameron and Abby into the Pediatric ICU. Bryce was in room
seven. When the curtain was pulled back Cameron sucked in a breath and a
deep sob came out. Bryce was surrounded by equipment. Bags of stuff were
hanging from poles, a machine was making a puffing sound and he had a tube
down his throat. His head was all bandaged and he had scrapes and cuts on
his arms and face. His eyes were closed.

Cameron's legs felt rubbery. He looked at his mom and she gave him an
encouraging look.

He stepped to the side of the bed, reached for his brother's arm, and
rubbed it gently. "Bryce? It's Cameron..."

He hoped his brother would respond, but nothing happened.

Cameron looked back at his mom again. She gave him another encouraging
look. He wrapped his fingers around his brother's hand and gave it a
squeeze. "You get better, you hear me?" tears rolled down Cameron's
cheeks. "You need to get your butt home."

* * * *

From time to time they heard from the doctors. Cameron didn't understand it
all. But, what he did get, sounded like Bryce was a tiny bit better. It was
late, well past eleven, and everyone was exhausted. Abby was curled up with
her head in their mom's lap, a blanket keeping her warm. Cameron glanced at
the television from time to time, but he couldn't remember what shows had
been on.

"Time to go home," Mr. Andrews whispered as he gently picked up Abby and
carefully laid her on his shoulder.

His mom didn't make a move to leave.

"I'm gonna stay, too," Cameron mumbled.

"No, you're coming home with me." The tone of his dad's voice was
unmistakable. It wasn't loud, angry, or threatening. It was just firm.

Cameron had learned long ago when his dad used that tone of voice, arguing
wouldn't get him anywhere.

"Can I skip school tomorrow?" Cameron begged.

His parent's looked at one another. His mom seemed to be leaving the
decision up to his dad.

"Bryce needs me," Cameron pleaded.

"Let's all get some sleep. We can talk about it in the morning."

* * * *

It was the third day after the accident. Bryce still hadn't opened his
eyes. The doctors had said something about how at first they'd given him
medicine to keep him asleep, but now they were easing back. They hoped he'd
wake up soon, but they were worried about his head.

Cameron sat in a chair next to his brother's bed with a book in his
lap. Bryce loved everything about Hogwarts and the kid wizard. Cameron
didn't want Bryce to feel he was alone, so, hour after hour, Cameron had
been reading out loud to him.

Putting the book down, Cameron got up and rubbed his brother's arm. Then he
took his hand. He knew Bryce needed to feel him to really know he was
there. Not just hear him. That's why he'd worked so hard to get his parents
to agree that he could skip school for a few days. They'd finally said
`yes.'

"I think it's about time you woke up," Cameron said softly and gave Bryce's
hand a squeeze. "I'm getting tired of doing your chores," he quietly
joked. Cameron put his head down close to his brother. "I know you can hear
me," he whispered. "Mom and Abby are really scared...and so am I."

* * * *

There was no Hollywood movie moment; Bryce didn't instantly wake up to
everyone's cheers and applause. What did happen was that each day he got a
tiny bit better. A big step was when they took the breathing tube out, then
they cut back on some of the medicines. They all watched.

About two days after that Bryce moved a finger. His mom asked him if he was
awake, like she had several times a day since the accident. This time Bryce
reacted to the sound of her voice.

The doctors were pleased.

A day after that Bryce moved his toes. He seemed to be coming back to them.

Cameron was in the room when he finally opened his eyes.

"I'm right here," he said again and again as he held Bryce's hand.

There were more tears. But it was the best day of Cameron's life.

Bryce curled his fingers around Cameron's and gave him a little squeeze.

* * * *

Bryce liked that Cameron was pushing his wheelchair down the
corridor. Somehow it felt right. His sister Abby was walking beside him
holding onto one of the armrests.

"It was an awesome day," Bryce thought. He'd just been discharged from the
hospital after seven long weeks. He was now being transferred to the
rehabilitation wing.

A nurse was showing them the way, and his mom and dad were just a step
behind. His parents were each carrying a box filled with get well cards,
posters, flowers, and stuffed toys. Bryce had been sent so much stuff he'd
started giving it away to other kids who were sick. Practically his whole
class had either visited him or sent him something. Caitlyn had stopped by
one time, but hadn't stayed long. Dozens of people he didn't even know had
sent him money. His dad said it had something to do with the newspaper
writing a story about his accident.

"Will I get my own room?" Bryce turned toward the nurse.

"I think there's another boy in there. Do you think you could share for a
few days?"

Bryce thought a moment. "Yeah, I guess, but I still wish I could have my
own."

The room was larger than Bryce expected. It was sunny and cheerful. The
nurse helped him get settled in bed and Cameron and Abby started putting
his stuff up on a shelf.

Bryce saw that the other bed in the room was empty. It looked like it had
been freshly made.

His family was allowed to stay for an hour or so, but then had been asked
to leave so the staff could work with him. His folks were told they could
visit often, but Bryce had work to do and he'd make better progress if he
had a set schedule. His parents said they'd follow all the rules.

Bryce lay in bed thinking about everything that had happened. He couldn't
remember the accident. All he remembered was putting on his bike helmet and
riding out of the garage.

When he'd woken up in the hospital he'd been told the whole story. Still,
it sounded like it had all happened to someone else. He'd opened his eyes
to a pounding headache, pain in his stomach, and his right leg in a cast
below the knee. They had to explain to him several times what had happened,
he kept forgetting. He also found his uninjured arm and leg seemed
weak. The doctors said it was because of his head. He'd get better they
promised, but they didn't know how much.

The cast on his leg was made of blue fiberglass. It was the second one that
had been put on. The first was done in the surgery, the second some days
later. He was in the Rehab place because he'd been in bed so long his
muscles had deteriorated, and because there were some things that were hard
for him to do.

Bryce's thoughts were interrupted by a cheerful voice.

"You my new roomie?"

Bryce looked toward the door to see a kid maybe two years older in what
looked like some kind of sports wheelchair. Bryce had seen guys on TV
playing basketball in them. The kid was smiling and looked friendly.

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm Bryce."

"I'm Trent."

"Nice to meet you."

Bryce chuckled. The kid was doing a wheelie. He had incredible balance,
holding the chair steady on just the back wheels. It was only then that
Bryce noticed the boy was missing his left leg.

Trent must have seen the look on Bryce's face. "Don't worry about it," he
joked, looking down to where his leg used to be. "I'm gonna be better than
Iron Man in a few weeks. They're making me a new one."

"A new leg?"

"Yeah." Trent laughed and wheeled himself over toward his bed. "Cancer took
the other one. I told 'em if they're going to all the trouble to make one,
they better damn well make sure it's strong enough that I can kick some
ass."

Bryce laughed.

"No way I'm gonna be that one legged man in an ass kicking contest!"

Bryce watched as Trent methodically positioned himself along side the bed.

"Want me to call a nurse to help?"

"Nah, this is easy."

Trent locked the wheels of the chair, took off the armrest, and then
transferred himself onto the bed. He'd lowered it to the right height to
make things smoother.

"So what's your story?" Trent asked as he made himself comfortable.

"Got hit by a car, some fucker ran a red light!"

"Least you still got everything." Trent shrugged.

Bryce found himself getting a little silly.

"What?" Trent smiled.

"I still have my pants on, how do you know I still got everything?" Bryce
put his hand on his nuts and laughed.

* * * *

"I'm not going!" Bryce grumped. It was two weeks into his therapy and
things were getting tough.

He'd made very good progress but there was a lot more to do. His arm and
leg were still a bit slow to come around. He was weak on the left side.

"It's the only way you're going to get better," his mom said softly.

"I said, no!" Bryce snapped back at her.

Mrs. Andrews looked as if she was about to deliver some words of her own.

There was a thump and they both turned to see Trent wheeling into the
room. The footrests of his chair had run into the doorframe.

There were looks all around.

"I'm interrupting aren't I?" Trent sighed.

Bryce didn't say anything.

Trent looked at one and then the other. Mother and Son were clearly in the
middle of one of those teen things.

"Let me guess," Trent turned his chair around and set the brakes. "You
don't want to go to therapy," he gave Bryce a look, "and your mom here is
thinking about whupping your butt."

"How did you figure that out?" Bryce said with some attitude.

"You're already five minutes late to your session. All you been doing for
the last three days is whining, and your mom is probably getting pretty
tired of it."

"Just leave me alone!"

"Nah, uh. Have you looked around this place? Really seen what other kids
are going through?" Trent was getting worked up. "We all got it tough. And
yeah, it isn't fair. But that's life, Bryce! When you get knocked down you
suck it up and make the best of it, or you give up. There's nothing in
between."

Bryce was angry. "What the fuck do you know?" he yelled. As soon as the
words left his mouth Bryce wanted them back.

"What the fuck do I know?" Trent gave a sarcastic laugh. "I fucking know a
lot," he said softly, looking to where his leg had once been.

No one said anything for a moment. Bryce was calming down and was deeply
embarrassed.

"Want some help?" Trent asked gently as Bryce moved his legs toward the
side of the bed.

"I need to learn to do it myself," Bryce whispered. "But thanks anyway."

As Bryce maneuvered his wheelchair toward the door he looked back at Trent.

"Go on, get out of here, you're late," Trent said softly and added a smile.

Bryce knew all was forgiven.

"Don't think I don't have something to say about your language, young man!"
his mom started in.

Bryce figured his therapy session was going to be the least of his worries.

* * * *

It was Saturday morning. Cameron's mom had dropped him off at the entrance
to the rehab center and he was making his way down the corridor to see
Bryce.

As he got closer, he saw that the door to his brother's room was partly
closed. A nurse walked out and turned, "I'll be back in just a minute. If
you need me before then, put your call light on." Then she headed down the
hall.

Cameron walked in and found Bryce was still in bed. By this time most
mornings he'd usually be up and dressed. Today he was lying on his side
facing the door.

Cameron pulled his knapsack off and dumped it on the floor. He flopped down
into the chair.

"Are you sick?" he asked, giving Bryce the once over.

"Not exactly,"

"Why aren't you dressed?"

"Had to do something first," Bryce looked a little uneasy.

Cameron spotted a clear bag hanging by the bed with a tube running down. He
naturally looked for the needle in his brother's arm. He was confused. He
didn't see one.

"What's that?" he nodded toward the bag.

"Not sure," Bryce made a face.

Cameron was still trying to figure it out. "What's it doing there?"

Bryce didn't answer.

Cameron looked closer and saw a propeller type thing twirling in the tube
indicating that liquid was flowing.

"Where's it going?"

Bryce looked like he wasn't going to answer, but then whispered, "Up my
butt." He then turned a little pink.

"They're putting stuff up your butt?"

"The nurse said that it was probably all the medicine they've been giving
me. It plugged things up or something."

Cameron took it all in. Then, a smile appeared. He couldn't resist
teasing. "So, basically what you're saying is that you're full of shit?" he
laughed.

Bryce turned red.

"He didn't need a nurse to tell him that." A chuckle came from behind the
curtain. It was Bryce's roommate, Trent. "Every time he told me one of his
stories about Caitlyn I told him the same thing." Trent laughed.

Cameron giggled.

There wasn't anything Bryce could do but lay there with the enema tube up
his butt and listen to his roomie and his brother having fun at his
expense. "Yeah, sure, make fun of the crippled kid." he sighed.

"Poor baby," Cameron teased.

Bryce flipped him his middle finger.

* * * *

It was several weeks later.

"Feel good to be home?" Cameron whispered as he lay next to Bryce.

It had taken a lot of work, but his brother was finally in his own bed in
his own room.

"Yeah," Bryce smiled.

Cameron had waited until the house was quiet and everyone else asleep
before creeping in to see how Bryce was doing.

The boys snuggled close.

"I really missed you," Cameron rubbed a finger lightly over his brother's
chest.

"I missed you, too."

There was a "meow," and Sox pushed through the crack of the door. The boys
turned and the kitten jumped up on the bed, circled and plopped down by
Bryce's foot.

"She's been looking for you," Cameron said gently and scratched Sox behind
an ear, "she's been coming in here every night."

The boys talked about this and that. They talked about their friends,
school, and all the things that were different now. Bryce was much better,
but not yet perfect. He still needed therapy three times a week, but was
allowed to go back to school. The twins talked and talked and
talked. Somewhere along the way they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Cameron woke when Bryce nudged him.

"Cam? Wake up."

"What?"

"I'm wet."

"Huh?"

"Something must've happened, I peed myself," Bryce whispered.

"Don't worry about it," Cameron said hurriedly. "I'll take care of you."

Clean, dry, and in fresh sleep pants, Bryce was once more relaxed.

The boys lay facing each other.

"Sorry." Bryce shrugged.

Cameron just gave him a hug.

"Just so you know, I didn't mean to get a boner." Bryce blushed. "When you
were washing me, it just kind of happened."

"That'd make anybody horny." Cameron chuckled. "Did you jerk off when you
were in rehab?"

"Not at first, but later on, yeah."

"Did Trent?"

"Yeah, I heard him a few times. Why?"

"Just wondered," Cameron smiled.

"Did you and Mark ever do any more stuff?" Bryce teased.

Cameron shook his head `no.' He touched his brother's cheek. "I was too
worried about you."

Cameron looked deep into his brother's eyes. Neither said a word for
several minutes. "Are you still hard?"

Bryce nodded.

"Want me to help you feel good?" Cameron whispered.

"I don't know if we should."

"I want to," Cameron said softly. He reached out his hand and brushed it
against his brother.

Bryce hesitated, but then must have changed his mind, he edged a touch
closer.

Cameron rubbed him.

Bryce closed his eyes.

After a bit, Cameron reached around and pushed his brother's sleep pants
down in the back. Before moving around to the front., he lovingly felt his
ass. After he'd freed his brother's cock he looked up. "I'm going to kiss
it, okay?" he said.

Bryce ran his fingers through Cameron's hair. "You'd do that?"

His brother smiled.

"I never had one before." Bryce giggled.

"They're fucking amazing," Cameron chuckled.

* * * *

Bryce took in a breath as Cameron pushed his T-Shirt up and then kissed his
way down his chest to his tummy. Then he moved to a spot just above his
navel, and still lower until he came to his pubes. Cameron stroked him and
Bryce lifted his head to watch. Seconds later Cameron stuck out his
tongue. Bryce was fixated on how the wet thing looked as it neared his cock
head. He lowered his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes.

He didn't have to wait long. Seconds later Cameron wrapped his lips around
the shaft and sucked.

"Oh, fuck..." Bryce moaned.

He reached down and took Cameron's head in his hands. Some things boys
don't need to be taught. Holding on to whoever is sucking your cock is one
of them.

"More like that," he grunted when Cameron took him in deeper and used his
tongue at the same time.

It felt good...so fucking good!

The sounds of Cameron's mouth on his dick were a turn on as well. The
slurpy, sucking sounds, combined with the warm mouth were starting to drive
Bryce crazy.  He raised his ass and thrust up a few times. Cameron gagged
on one of them but quickly recovered.

"Shit, that's so good," Bryce groaned as Cameron stroked, sucked, and
licked.

"Let me know," Cameron said when he took a quick break and wiped some spit
from his lips.

Bryce nodded and Cameron went back to work. The feelings were
building. Bryce felt the stir deep in his nut sack. The tingle and the urge
to cum was on it's way.

"Almost there," he grunted as he shoved Cameron's head down. His brother
sucked hard, pulled his mouth off and stroked faster and faster. "Oh fuck,
oh fuck!"

Cameron put his lips against the soft spongy head and Bryce shoved it back
into his mouth. Three then four strokes and Bryce was raising his ass off
the bed again. "Gonna cum!"

Cameron pulled his mouth off Bryce's dick and began to jerk it. When Bryce
raised his ass one more time, Cameron put his brother's dick up to his
mouth but just let him slide it against his lips. Bryce fucked the thing up
and hard! Again and again he thrust and soon it was spitting. Cum erupted
and spilled out like a volcano.

"Fuuuuuck," Bryce moaned and thrust up as far as he could. He gasped, took
in a deep breath, and shuddered.

Cameron closed his eyes when Bryce started to shoot, but didn't move
away. Rope after rope of warm boy stuff splattered his face. He jerked his
brother's cock until he was sure he'd shot his entire load. Then he slowly
opened his eyes.

Bryce lay on his back, legs spread wide with his brother kneeling over his
cock. He never thought anything like that would ever happen. But here they
were.

Cameron looked up, his face a cummy mess. He smiled and then giggled. "How
was that?"

Bryce grinned back. "Fucking amazing!"

* * * *

Cameron lay watching his brother and listening to the occasional snort
followed by the sound of steady breathing as he slept. Bryce had closed his
eyes soon after shooting his load and Cameron couldn't bring himself to go
back to his own room. He gently rested his hand on his brother's stomach
and watched as it slowly rose and fell.

He wondered how long it would take before Bryce found out. Once back at
school, he guessed it wouldn't take very long. Caitlyn apparently didn't
want to wait for Bryce to get better. Another boy had asked her to a school
dance and she'd eagerly accepted. A week later she was telling everyone
that she had a new boyfriend.

Cameron snuggled close. "How could she do that to him?" he wondered.

Bryce turned in his sleep and they were face to face. Cameron lifted
himself up and tenderly kissed his brother on the forehead.

* * * *

I hoped you liked the chapter. Reader comments are always welcome and
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