Date: Tue, 15 Jul 2003 07:00:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com> Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 24 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 24 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Andy slept well his first night back with us, despite his three casts. I kept waking up though, whenever he moved a bit, to see that he was alright. Surprisingly, I actually felt pretty rested when I woke up. Must've been the fact I wasn't worrying about where Andy was anymore. When I woke up, I was on my side facing Andy. He was awake, and was watching me. He grinned at me as I opened my eyes. I smiled drowzily, and was about to say "Mornin'" to him, when he said very softly "shh", and motioned with his head toward the hallway. I lay quietly for a minute, then I heard the quiet suckling sounds and low moans drifting across the hallway from Jacob's room. Apparently Jacob and Harry were awake already and were having sex. They must've figured we were asleep yet, as they hadn't closed their door! I grinned at Andy, who was trying not to snicker. We laid quietly listening to the sucking and moaning. Then we heard Harry whisper loudly "Oh God Jacob! I'm gonna shoot!" Which was followed almost immediately by the gasps and groans of Harry having his orgasm. Andy and I grinned at each other again. "Mmm, that was great!" we heard Harry whisper a moment later. Then the bed springs squeaked a little, and we heard Jacob gasp as new sucking noises began. Andy and I continued grinning at one another. A couple minutes later, we heard Jacob have his orgasm as well. A few minutes afterward, Harry asked Jacob if he wanted to go downstairs to watch TV, and Jacob agreed. The bed springs groaned as they both got up. Seconds later, they came into the hallway. We closed our eyes quickly, in case they peeked in at us. Apparently they did, as I heard Jacob whisper, "I wonder if we look that cute when we're sleeping together?" "Course we do, we're cute too!" Harry whispered, and they snickered quietly, as their footsteps receded toward the stairs. I opened my eyes and Andy was grinning at me again. "So we look cute huh?" I asked him, as Jack got up and stretched. Andy snickered and said "guess so." His voice sounded a little better than it had the previous night. Jack shook his head and padded out of the room and headed downstairs after the boys. Looking toward Andy's feet, I saw an unmistakable tenting of the duvet where his crotch was. I snickered and said, "looks like all that sex across the hall gave you a woody, Bud!" Andy snickered and said, "it was hard before they started. Just being in bed with you again got me hard!" I grinned, as I pushed myself up and leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. Then I pushed the covers down, exposing Andy's naked body, allowing his hardon to twitch freely. Andy smiled, and his eyes glistened a little, as I moved down between his legs. He moved his good leg sideways to make room for me to kneel between them. Gently, I began licking around the corona of his penis, causing him to sigh contentedly. Glancing up at him, I saw he'd closed his eyes, and was smiling and breathing in deeply, as I slowly plunged my mouth down over his shaft, engulfing as much of his 8-1/2" as I could. "Ooohh!" he groaned quietly, as my nose nestled in his pubic hair, breathing in the musky scent of his body. I began to slide my mouth back up Andy's penis, pressing my tongue against his vein-like urethra on the underside of it. "Oh God!" he gasped, as I began sucking on the head of his penis, savoring the flavor of his pre-cum, which had started to ooze out of his piss slit. I let some of my saliva and Andy's pre-cum escape from between my lips and Andy's cock, and wiped it up with my middle finger, which I then pressed against the base of his ass crack. Well lubed, my finger slid right inbetween his buttocks, and immediately found its target - Andy's tightly puckered anus. As my mouth began its plunge back down Andy's dick, my finger began to gently massage his hole. Andy began moaning, as my finger pleasured his asshole, and I sucked up and down his shaft. I pumped my mouth slowly up and down Andy's hard cock, and rubbed my finger back and forth over his hole in matched rhythm. He was trying to move his hips up and down a little, but was hindered by the cast on his leg. I sucked up and down a little faster, and rubbed his asshole a bit faster as well. Andy was breathing heavily now, and gasping and moaning with each stroke of my mouth. "Oh John!" he cried suddenly, biting his lip, and breathing in sharply. His body tensed, and his asshole tightened, then I felt a rocket-like blast of cum splat against the back of my throat, and my mouth began to flood with his sweet cream. I attempted to swallow it, but some leaked out of my mouth and ran down his penis. "MMMmmm!" he gasped, as he ejaculated another huge load into my mouth. Again, I swallowed what I could, but still, more escaped. Andy must've squirted another 5 or 6 loads into my mouth, before his body finally began to relax, and he reclined comfortably, his piss-slit still oozing the last of his cum. I licked his cock clean, including all the cum that had run down his cock, pooling in gobs in his pubic hair and on his scrotum. Finally, I climbed over his cast and moved back up, so I was laying next to him. Andy was flushed, and looked a little sweaty, as he laid grinning at me. I thought I saw tears in his eyes too. "Oh John! That was Awesome!" he said. I leaned up and kissed him, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Tasted great too!" I grinned. He grinned back. "I want to suck you now!" he said. I looked at him and said, "I'd love for you to do that man, but I think we should wait till you're a bit better!" He looked unhappy, but I insisted. Finally, he sighed sadly, and said "Oh fine then." I pulled the covers back up over us, and said, "since we seem to have some quiet time alone now, should we talk about what happened?" Andy suddenly looked like he was going to get sick, but after a brief pause, he mumbled, "I guess." "I'll go first," I said. Rolling onto my back and looking up at the ceiling, I began telling Andy everything that had happened with me, right from when I got the letter from Mike, up until the present. I told him how I'd felt guilty about Mike's death, as I felt it was because of my relationship with Andy that Mike killed himself. Then I told him about how Dad had read the letter, and had realized I was gay, and his reaction to that. Tears welled up in my eyes as I told him about how he'd made me admit I was gay, and that Andy and I were a couple, and that I had slept with Jacob too. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I told him how Dad had left the house, and how he was killed while he was out walking, trying to sort out his emotions. I started crying harder as I told Andy how I blamed myself for my father's death. I heard a snuffle next to me and glanced over at Andy and saw he too was crying. Turning on my side to face him, I wiped his eyes for him. He looked miserable, and just kept staring at the ceiling. I forged ahead, determined to get it all out, so Andy understood how I'd been feeling, and why. I told him that none of what happened was his fault. It was all mine. I had had feelings of guilt that I had been the cause of Mike's and Dad's deaths. I explained that that's why I had distanced myself from him. I had felt that maybe if I'd end Andy's and my relationship, nobody else would get hurt at my expense. Andy was sobbing now. I got a kleenex and wiped his eyes. I told him how miserable it made me to do that, especially knowing I was hurting him. Then I told him how Laney had taken it upon herself to cheer me up, after Dad died. I explained that I never loved Laney, except as a friend. Finally I got to how she'd forced herself on me, and I'd given in, and we'd had sex. I said, "I never wanted to do that Andy! That was the only time it ever happened. I should never have let her get to me and get me to shag her! I don't love her. I love you! I promise you that nothing like that will ever happen again! When I saw you looking at us on the floor that day, I almost died when I saw the pain in your eyes!" I stopped for a minute, to wipe my eyes. We were both sniffing and trying to get control of ourselves. I was about to continue, but Andy suddenly said quietly, "I felt like I had died." Then he started to cry harder. I felt like I'd been kicked in the gut. My eyes flooded again with tears and I turned onto my other side facing away from Andy and started to sob. How could I have done that to Andy? My Sweet, beautiful Andy. After a minute, I felt Andy turning clumsily onto his side, and leaning up against my back. He draped his right arm, cast and all over me , and pressed up against me. "It's OK John, I forgive you," he said. I cried even harder then. I didn't want to be forgiven. Not after I'd caused him so much misery. I wanted him to hurt me back! To make me pay for what I'd done to him. But he couldn't, and even if he could have, he wouldn't. I knew this, and decided that maybe in the end, it was his lack of being able to hurt me back, that was my punishment, because I actually hurt more, by him not trying to get back at me. Andy laid behind me, and held me as best he could, till I finally stopped crying. Eventually, with Andy still laying behind me, holding me, I picked up my story, telling him how awful I'd felt after my encounter with Laney. I told him how Jacob and Harry hadn't spoken to me till just the previous day. I told him how miserable I'd been. How worried I'd been about him. How I'd tried to call him several times a day, in hopes of fixing things. Then I ended with telling him of my encounter with his father and Ian, and how I'd finally realized that by trying to push Andy away, all I was really doing was destroying him as well. I realized how much I was hurting him, Jacob, and Harry, and how miserable I was myself, and that it definitely wasn't the solution to fixing my feelings of guilt over Mike and Dad. I said "All I want now is for things to go back to normal with you and the guys. Andy, I love you and need you, and I don't want to be without you ever again!" When I finished, Andy thought a minute, then said, "I understand everything now, and I forgive you. I'm sorry you feel so guilty about us because of your dad and Mike, but I understand. I guess I get what happened with Laney, and I believe you when you say it won't happen again." We laid spooned together, both snuffling quietly, for a while. Finally, I turned around so I was facing Andy. We were right up against each other. "I don't deserve you, and if you don't want to be with me after you're healed up - I'll understand." I said to him. "Of course I want to be with you John! And fuck you you don't deserve me," he said, "I love you with all my heart John, and I need to be with you!" I smiled, as my eyes watered with tears of happiness this time. Andy smiled then, and squeezed me to him, but stopped quickly, wincing with pain caused by his broken ribs. My heart was brimming to overflowing with love for Andy. I very gently squeezed him back, and we shared a long, passionate kiss, which left both of us hard. Before things went too far, I gently pushed Andy onto his back and reminded him it was his turn to tell me what had happened with him. He looked upset again, but after a moment, began to speak. He told me about how he'd run from our house after seeing Laney and I together, and how he'd slipped and hurt his knee, then started walking home. He said how he'd almost been hit by a lorry. Later Evan and Devon had picked him up. I told him that Evan had told me about that. "So you know what Devon wanted me to do?" he asked, sounding a little embarrassed. "Yeah," I said, looking away from Andy, "but Evan said nothing happened and that he didn't want you to do that." "I guess, but I didn't care at the time," Andy said, "I was so devastated, and confused, that I'd have probably done whatever they asked, just as long as they took me home." Looking back at Andy, I saw tears forming in his eyes again, and felt my own eyes watering again. He continued, telling me how he'd gotten home, gotten cleaned up, and bandaged his knee. Then he'd locked himself in his room. "I didn't know what to do," he said, "I considered killing myself, even got my knife out, thought I'd slit my wrists. But then I thought of my Mum, and I didn't want to hurt her that way." Andy kept talking, but I missed some of what he said, as I wept at the realization that Andy had actually considered suicide. My God! I'd almost caused another person I cared about to die! "Then you called, and I wouldn't take your call," I heard Andy continue. "My father got angry. He said I should be nice to you, even if we were fighting, after you took me to the US with you," he said. Andy took a breath and went on "so he started hollering at me, wanting to know why I wouldn't talk to you. Finally, I'd had enough, and in front of my brother, who'd just come to see what all the fuss was about, I yelled at him that it was because I was gay and was in love with you, but found out you didn't love me!" At first Andy said, his father didn't believe he was gay. Ian did though. As they continued to argue, Andy's father began to realize that Andy was telling him the truth. Andy said his father had started bellowing at him then. Screaming at him and berating him about being gay, with Ian chiming in every so often. Tears ran down Andy's cheeks as he continued with his story. Andy's father had started to hit him. Ian joined in. Andy tried to get away from them, and ran into the hallway. They got Andy down on the floor and proceeded to beat the hell out of him. As Andy tried to crawl away, Ian started kicking him in the ribs. That's how they got cracked. Eventually Ian gave Andy a really hard kick, and being as he was near the top of the stairs, he went rolling head over heels down the hardwood stairs. "See? I really did go down the stairs!" Andy laughed ruefully, as I wiped his cheeks dry. Andy said that he had rolled all the way down to the first floor, and his mum had come running out of the kitchen shrieking. Andy's dad and Ian ran down the stairs. As Ian began kicking Andy again, this time in both his ribs and his balls, Andy's father bellowed at him that he wouldn't have a gay son, and that Andy wasn't his son anymore and could get the hell out of his house for good! Andy's mum was crying and screaming hysterically. She began slapping at Ian, trying to stop him from kicking Andy. To save himself, Andy struggled up, and grabbed his coat and boots and left. As he stumbled toward the road, barefoot in the snow, his father had yelled angrily after him, "And don't never come back!", and slammed the door shut. I was crying as I listened to the horrors Andy had endured. He was crying himself and had to stop for a minute. Wiping his eyes and nose with a tissue, I said quietly, "I'm so sorry Andy! This is all my fault! God I'm so sorry!" "No it isn't," he said, "it's my father's and brother's fault. Not your's!" Then he continued and told me how he'd put on his boots, coat, hat, and gloves, which luckily were in his coat pockets, and got up and limped down the road. He couldn't bring himself to come to our house, and he certainly couldn't go to Harry's either. As he had no other real friends, he'd headed into town, not knowing really what else to do. He had his wallet with him, but he had hardly any money. He decided to save it for a meal the next day. He'd hitch-hiked into the center of the city. There, he limped around, until he saw some homeless people going into a vacant building. He followed them and found they were sleeping there. His ribs, balls, and knee were killing him. He asked one of them if he could sleep in the corner on the floor and they let him. Of course in the morning, when he woke up, his wallet was laying in front of him, the little cash he'd had was gone, so were the people who'd been there. Cold, hurt, and hungry, he'd gone to a department store and went in and sat on a bench. At least he was warm then. He was starving though. He was sitting near the little cafe they had in the front corner of the store, watching some people eating. Eventually, someone with small children got up and walked off, leaving some half-eaten biscuits, which Andy quickly swiped off the table and ate ravenously, washing them down with the dregs of a carton of orange juice. He managed to get his lunch the same way as well, but the store security guards saw what he did, and threw him out. He'd managed to hang onto most of a sandwich though, which he ate quickly. Andy went to the library next and spent the afternoon there keeping warm. At closing time, he had to leave. It was then, while wandering the streets, that he met up with another homeless man with a golden tooth. He was nice. He invited Andy to join him and some others down at the overpass by the river. He said a soup wagon would bring them supper. The soup wagon appeared in the evening and Andy had a bowl of stew and piece of bread that night for supper, along with the other homeless people. The people running the soup wagon apologized to the group of homeless people as they told them the shelters were all full. The man with the golden tooth gave Andy a tarp to sleep under, which he was thankful for, but still it was frigid that night and Andy nearly froze. The next couple days went along in the same manner. Then The night before I'd found him, Andy said he'd begun to feel sick, like he had the flu. The soup wagon came, and Andy was last in line to get his. Just as the soup wagon was pulling away, a bum he hadn't seen before wandered over to the group. He'd missed the soup wagon, and said he was hungry. Everyone continued eating their food. He looked around until he spied Andy, who was just settling down to eat his pea soup and bread. He'd walked over to Andy and demanded his food. Andy refused, and the guy attacked him. The soup was spilled, and the guy flew into a rage and started hitting Andy. At one point he hit him in the mouth breaking one of his teeth, and knocking another one out completely. In an effort to elude him, Andy ran from him, unfortunately he ran toward the river. The guy chased him, and Andy fell down the embankment, and that's when he hurt his hand, arm, and leg. Luckily he hadn't fallen into the river. The man with the golden tooth and a couple others followed Andy and his attacker, and told the guy to get lost. Thinking he was outnumbered, he ran off. The man with the golden tooth and his friends helped Andy up the embankment and to the overpass. They put him in the box I'd found him in. Hurt, freezing, sick, and hungry, Andy spent that night and next day miserably wishing he was dead. He wished he'd had his knife with him, as he said he would've slit his wrists then. It was still back in his room at his parents' house though. He didn't have the strength or stability to crawl up on the bridge to throw himself off into the river. So he laid there hoping to freeze to death as soon as possible. He ended by saying, "But, then you showed up and saved my life!" Andy wasn't crying anymore, but I was sobbing almost hysterically at the end of his tale. "It's OK," he said, nuzzling his face against mine and kissing me on the cheek. "I'm OK now, thanks to you!", he said. "But, none of this would've happened to you, if it wasn't for me!" I whined, rubbing my eyes. "John you fucker, I told you it's not your fault!" he said, looking at me, his blue eyes blazing. Sniffling, I wiped my eyes and looked at him. He said, "What happened to me is my father's fault! And, the rest is all just SHITE! Let's stop thinking about it! Please! I have to figure out where I'm going to live now!" Still sniffling, I furrowed my brow and looked at him and said, "What? What's to figure out? THIS is where you're going to live! This is your home now!" "I can't stay here permanently! What will Elizabeth say?" he asked. "I don't know, but we'll find out tomorrow evening," I said, "And it really doesn't matter. I'm almost 18, and I have my own money, so if she doesn't want us here anymore, we can manage OK. One way or another, you'll be living with me from now on - unless - unless you don't want to." I looked at Andy uncertainly. His eyes watered again, as he said, "Of course I want to live with you. I love you, and want to be with you forever!" I grinned and said, "I feel the same way! So, no matter what, that's what's gonna happen!" Andy grinned back at me. "And we'll deal with your father and brother once you get better," I added, angrily. Andy looked at me blinking, with a confused look on his face, but said nothing. Jack bounded in just then, followed by the boys, who were munching handfulls of Wheatabix out of a box of it that Jacob was carrying. "The fuck you're gonna eat anymore of that crap for breakfast," I said, grinning "I'm gonna make us a proper breakfast! So what do you want to eat?" "We were hoping you'd say that!" Jacob grinned, "But I like Wheatabix, and it's not crap!" We all laughed, then Jacob asked "were you guys talking?" I said we were. "Is everything OK now?" he probed further, a worried look on his face. "Yes, we're fine! Things are going to get back to normal now." I said, "Now what's everyone want for breakfast?" They both grinned, then there was a lively barrage of requests from the two of them for various food items. Andy chimed in with a couple requests of his own. Finally, it was decided that we'd have juice, eggs, bacon, and pancakes. Before I went down to the kitchen to start cooking, I helped Andy use the loo. After I put him back to bed, I went to cook breakfast, while the boys shared a shower together. About 25 minutes later, just as I was finishing cooking everything, Jacob and Harry walked into the kitchen. They both looked flushed and happy. "Twice already today huh?" I said grinning. "uh no - three times actually," said Harry, grinning. "But who's counting?" Jacob added, snickering. I chuckled, then asked them to help me get everything together so we could take the whole breakfast upstairs, so we could all eat together with Andy. We piled everything up on three trays, and went up to my room. I sat in the chair next to the bed, with mine and Andy's plates on the nightstand, and I fed the two of us. The boys shared the opposite side of the bed, and Jack ate bits of food we all took turns offering him off our plates. Everyone ate well. There was only one pancake left when we were finished, and Jack finished that off for us. After cleaning up the kitchen, and doing the household chores, I called the orthopedic doctor, and dentist and made appointments for Andy on Monday. Once everything was done, I decided to try and bathe Andy properly. The boys helped me get some plastic bags wrapped around Andy's casts, and sealed so they wouldn't get wet. Then I carried Andy into the bathroom. I helped him use the loo, then I got naked and carried him into the shower with me, and stood him on his one good leg. Harry and Jacob joined us then. They got naked too, and held Andy steady, while I washed him. It was a tight squeeze, with all of us in the tub together, but we were able to get Andy cleaned up pretty well, and his casts remained dry. Of course we were all sporting semi-hardons by the time we'd finished. The boys held Andy up, while I dried myself off, and then dried Andy. While I carried him back to our bed, the boys dried off. They appeared a couple minutes later in our room, both still naked, and both sporting full-blown erections now. Andy took one look, and his dick went to full mast as well. I snickered, but seeing all three of them so seriously arroused, I soon followed suit, my 9" sticking straight out as well. Jacob didn't wait, he knelt on the bed between Andy's parted legs and bent over and began sucking Andy's rigid cock. Harry immediately got on his back and slithered between Jacob's legs and began sucking his cock. Not wanting to be left out, I picked up Harry's feet and brought his legs back, up into the air and pressed my face between his buttocks and began rimming him. Andy and the boys were soon all moaning. We all continued licking and sucking each other for a couple minutes, when Harry stopped and said "Would you fuck me John?" I grinned and reached in the drawer for my lube, as Harry went back to sucking Jacob's cock. I greased up my rigid shaft and knelt behind Harry, whose legs were still up in the air. I pressed the head of my dick gently against his anus, and pushed slowly. The head of my cock slid right into his hole. Ever so gently, I eased myself all the way up inside him. I waited a moment and then began fucking him slowly. He moaned, as he continued sucking on Jacob. Jacob's ass was just inches from my face, so I leaned forward and began to rim him as I fucked Harry. I felt Harry begin to jack off, between our bodies. We were all grunting and groaning as we fucked and sucked each other. After a minute or so, I was plunging in and out of Harry's ass at a good pace, and knew it wouldn't take me long to reach my climax. I could tell the others were close too. Suddenly, Jacob's asshole tightened and he groaned. I could tell he was squirting his cum into Harry's mouth. Only seconds later, I felt Harry's hole contract tightly around my rod, as I continued shoving it in and out of him, and I felt gobs of his cum hitting my stomach. Then I too began to orgasm, ejaculating load after load of hot jism deep into Harry's bowels. Up in front of us, I heard Andy begin gasping as he filled Jacob's mouth with his load as well. For a couple of seconds we were all in a state of mutual orgasm, then finally, one after the other, our spasms receded, and we slowed down to a stop. I slowly pulled my cock from Harry's ass, smelling a faint whiff of his shit. Harry crawled out from under Jacob, smiling, and wiped his cum off my stomach. I pulled his finger to my mouth and licked it clean, swallowing his boy juice. Jacob finished sucking Andy clean, and pulled off him, then noticing that Harry had a couple of streaks of cum on his belly, he licked him clean as well. We were all grinning at one another, still breathing heavily, as Andy said "I think you guys need a shower now!" I chuckled and agreed, so the three of us went to the bathroom and showered together, washing each other off. The rest of the weekend was relaxed. We spent a lot of time all together and some time paired off. We played some games, I played some music and sang a bit. We ate a lot, and inbetween of course, we had sex with each other, sometimes paired off, other times, in a group. By the time Sunday afternoon arrived, we were all happily tired, having finally completely satisfied our sexual needs and desires, at least for an hour or so. Andy was feeling much better as well. His throat was cleared up, and his fever was gone. Those were good drugs he was on. He claimed he was better though, because of the great care we were giving him. We all decided to watch a movie together downstairs. While I carried Andy down to the living room and got him situated, the boys went to the kitchen to get us some snacks and drinks. I propped Andy up on some pillows on the couch, with his legs and feet up on the ottoman, and put a blanket over him. He smiled up at me, and looked so beautiful, despite his missing teeth. I could feel the love flowing from his eyes. I sat next to him and leaned over to him and we kissed each other tenderly. Our kiss continued for a good couple minutes, as we both happily explored each other's mouths with our tongues. We were still snogging when we suddenly heard a gasp from the doorway. Breaking away from each other, we turned and looked at the doorway, and there stood Laney, her mouth hanging open, a hurt and confused look on her face. Behind her stood Jacob and Harry, holding trays with our snacks and drinks on them. Nobody moved or said anything for a moment, but then I saw tears well up in Laney's eyes. Behind me, Andy shifted a little. I looked at him. "Now you know how I felt," he said quietly, looking at Laney. Laney's lips began to tremble and a tear rolled down her cheek. She turned and ran to the kitchen and out the back door. I saw Harry's lips start to tremble and his eyes welling up with tears. I got up and looked at Andy and said, "I have to go after her," and ran into the hallway. "JOHN!" Andy cried, his voice filled with anguish, as I grabbed my jacket. I looked back at him, he had a stricken look on his face. I said, "It'll be alright Andy! I swear! But I need to go talk to her!" Then I ran out the back door... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's note: lol - yeah yeah - I can hear you all groaning "OH NO! Not that Bitch again!" lol Relax, the next chapter in this series will be published shortly.