Date: Fri, 26 Dec 2003 22:37:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 48
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
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choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!
My Step-Brother Jacob
Chapter 48
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My clock said 6:09 AM when I woke up the next morning to find John and
Scott both standing over me, poking me, clad only in their boxers. They
both looked depressed.
"Do you think Andy would mind if you came over and slept with us for a
while?" Scott asked.
I smiled groggily at them, then I gently extricated myself from Andy's
embrace and crawled out of bed, being careful not to wake him. I found a
pair of briefs on the floor and pulled them on, then followed the twins
across the hall to Jacob's bedroom.
Scott hopped into bed. John stood waiting for me to get in next. I
crawled into the bed next to Scott. Then John crawled in next to me.
"Is it OK that we wanted to snuggle and be alone with you for a while?"
John asked.
"Of course," I said, grinning.
They both grinned and snuggled up to me. I really enjoyed the feeling of
the boys' almost naked bodies pressed up against me. I could practically
feel their love for me emanating from their bodies. I did also notice
though, that they both had semi-hardons, which of course gave me a "semi"
as well. I began to wonder if this was a ploy on their part to try and
seduce me. I hoped not! They were both cute as hell, and I loved both
of them very much. They were like little brothers to me. But, even
though I loved them like I loved Jacob, and Jacob and I sometimes had
sex, I had an aversion to getting sexualy involved with the twins. I
couldn't explain why, even to myself, but for whatever reason, I felt the
need to keep my relationship with the twins "pure" and free of any kind
of complications like that. Maybe it was because they were so much
younger than me, or maybe it was because I actually felt more fatherly
toward them, than brotherly. Regardless, I enjoyed snuggling with them
very much.
We laid together talking for a while. Then it got loud, as I started
tickling them, and they were rolling around on the bed shrieking with
giggles. By the time I let up, Jacob's bed looked like a bomb had
dropped on it. The sheets, and bedding were all pulled out and laying
half on the bed, half on the floor in a heap, and all three of us were
laying there panting.
As we were laying there, Jack nosed his way into the room, and made his
presence known by cold-nosing John in the back of his thigh. John of
course let out a squeal, which got Scott and I laughing hilariously.
I chuckled and said, "I think our 'snuggle-time' is over. The king needs
to go to the loo! I'd best get things ready for brunch later anyway."
Both boys were disappointed, but got up when I did, and started
dressing. I headed back to my bedroom to get my jeans, and ran headlong
into Grandma!
"Aaackk!" I exclaimed, surprised, as my hands plunged downward to cover
my crotch.
Grandma chuckled and said, "You do cut a nice figure in those undies of
your's John!" Then she walked into the bathroom, as I turned red, and
glared back at the twins who were roaring.
* * *
I went back to mine and Andy's bedroom and pulled on some jeans and a
sweatshirt, then headed downstairs with Jack on my heels.
I let Jack outside, then started a pot of coffee, and another pot of tea
water. Grandma walked into the kitchen as I was letting Jack back in.
"I see the twins kidnapped you for some private 'guy time'!" she said.
"Yeah, they're depressed because you're going home," I said.
"Well, I am too, but it won't be long until you come home for
graduation," she said, "I think we can make it till then!"
We both chuckled.
"I asked Elizabeth to come with you, and to bring Jacob, Andy, and Harry
along too," Grandma said, "but she said she doesn't want to fly because
of the baby. She said it was up to you whether you want to bring the
boys or not. Will you bring them?"
"Well, I'd hoped to ask you if I could bring Andy, but are you sure you
want Jacob and Harry too? I mean I'm going to be there for almost a
month!" I said.
"Of course! I want ALL of you!" Grandma exclaimed, looking at me almost
indignantly.
"OK, OK, I'll see if they want to come," I said.
"GREAT!" she said, as she went to pour herself some coffee.
We sat together, drinking our coffee then, talking things over, until
everyone came downstairs, and Elizabeth got home. Then I made us a big
brunch of Eggs Benedict, which everyone thoroughly enjoyed.
* * *
All too soon, it was time to get showered and dressed, then take Grandma
and the twins to Heathrow for their flight home.
We drove to the airport in two cars, so everyone could go. We dropped
Grandma and the boys, with their luggage, at the terminal, then parked in
short-term parking, and joined them. We stayed with them as long as we
could, but eventually, they had to go through security, and to their
gate. Only 'ticketed passengers' were allowed beyond the security
checkpoint. Elizabeth and Grandma were both in tears. The twins bravely
tried to stave off crying, but it was too much for them, and they both
dissolved in tears in my arms as well. I had a few tears in my eyes too,
as did both Jacob and Andy too. So there wasn't a dry eye at our
farewell. Finally it was their turn to go through security, so we said
Good-bye and we watched as they were processed through the metal
detectors and their hand luggage was x-rayed, then they called good-bye
from the other side, and headed to their gate. We left then, and drove
home.
When we got home, the house felt rather empty with just the four of us
there again. Together, we changed the beds, did some laundry and
housework, and got Jacob moved back into his room. Then, since it was
nice outside, we went out and did a little yardwork. Andy, Jacob and I
raked the lawns, while Elizabeth worked in her flower beds a little. The
crocuses were already blooming, and the tulips were up already too.
That evening, I made cheeseburgers on the grill for supper. Elizabeth
napped afterward, as she had to work later. Andy, Jacob, and I played
some video games and watched TV together. Then after Elizabeth left for
work, and we went upstairs to go to bed early, as school started up again
the next day.
* * *
As only the three of us were home, Andy and I left the bathroom door
open, as we got ready for bed. Jacob apparently took that as a sign it
was OK for him to join us, which it was. He wandered into the bathroom
nude, sporting a semi-hardon, and joined me at the sink, where I was
brushing my teeth. Andy was sitting on the toilet, clipping his nails.
As I glanced down at him, I noticed his penis was semi-erect as well.
When Jacob finished brushing his teeth, he moved over in front of Andy,
and leaned to the side to wipe his mouth on a towel that was hanging on a
towel bar on the wall. His crotch was directly in front of Andy. I saw
Andy smile, then lean forward, opening his mouth. As Jacob was wiping
his mouth off, Andy sucked his semi-hard penis into his mouth. Jacob
gasped into the towel and looked down at Andy, who began to suck up and
down on him. Jacob moaned softly, and looked up at me and grinned. I
smiled back at him, and noticed that he was already fully erect.
As Andy sucked on Jacob's cock, I decided to get into the act and dropped
down on my knees behind Jacob. I parted his ass cheeks, and leaned
forward. His ass looked clean, and the only odor was the musky sweaty
scent he got between his buttocks that drove me crazy. I stuck out my
tongue and jammed my face between Jacob's ass cheeks, stabbing at his
asshole. He let out a surprised cry, but moments later was moaning as
Andy continued sucking on his cock, while I tongued fucked his asshole.
"OH GOD! This feels SO GOOD!" Jacob groaned.
I started shoving my tongue in and out of his hole as fast and hard as I
could, and he began grunting. Andy was sucking up and down on his dick
faster too. Jacob began breathing heavier, and was moaning or grunting
continuously as we pleasured him. After a minute I noticed him reach for
the wall with one hand, and the corner of the medicine cabinet on the
adjacent wall with his other, in an attempt to steady himself, as his
legs had begun to tremble. He was moaning louder now, and breathing even
more heavily. His hips were moving around, as he tried to stuff his cock
further down Andy's throat, while at the same time, he tried to push back
toward me, so I could get my tongue further into his rectum.
Soon, Jacob's moans gave way to whimpers, and his body began tensing up a
little. Then, suddenly, he went completely rigid, and groaned, "OH
FUCK!"
I felt his asshole tighten, and knew he was filling Andy's mouth with his
sweet cream. Andy and I kept working on him, as he tensed and grunted or
gasped every couple seconds, relaxing slightly in between each spasm of
his orgasm.
Eventually, he finished cumming, and relaxed. Andy pulled off his cock,
and I let my tongue slide out of his anus, and sat back on my heels.
"Fuck that was good!" Jacob exclaimed, smiling down at us, still
breathing heavily, his thighs still trembling slightly.
We grinned up at him and I said, "Glad we could give you a good time!"
"How 'bout we do you and Andy now?" he asked waggling his eyebrows at us.
Andy and I looked at each other and grinned.
"Sounds good to me," Andy said to Jacob, "how about you and I do John
next?"
With that, Andy got up and offered Jacob his seat, since Jacob's legs
were still shaking a little. Then he told me to stand up, and had me
stand between the two of them. Jacob sucked me off then, while Andy ate
my ass out. It felt great, and I almost drowned poor Jacob with all my
cum!
After I'd finished my orgasm, Jacob got up and let me sit. Andy stood
between us then, and I sucked him off, while Jacob rimmed him.
Once we'd each had our turn, we headed to our bedrooms. As Andy and I
turned to go into our bedroom, I noticed Jacob hesitate and look at us.
I looked at him, and realized he probably was feeling a little lonely, so
I put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him into our room with us. Andy
had already crawled into bed, and grinned when he saw Jacob. He moved
further over, and I pushed Jacob toward the bed. He smiled and crawled
in next to Andy. I got in behind him, and we pulled the covers up over
us and all snuggled together. We talked a few minutes, but soon drifted
off to sleep.
* * *
School the next day was the same as usual - boring!
That evening, when Andy walked in the door from work, I could tell he was
upset.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
I could tell he was lying when he said nothing was wrong. He seemed so
upset though, that I decided to let it go, but only for the moment. He
busied himself with helping get supper ready, and soon seemed OK.
* * *
The following day, as we dropped Andy off at Fletcher's on our way home
from school, he seemed agitated.
"Want me to come pick you up after work?" I asked.
His eyes clearly said he wanted me to, but verbally, he declined. I told
him we'd see him later then.
"What's wrong with Andy?" Jacob asked, as we turned the corner into the
lower end of Beaumont Crescent.
"Don't worry, I'm going to take care of it," I said.
"But-" Jacob started.
"I said, I'll take care of it!" I said, cutting him off.
He looked at me with a half questioning, half hurt look, but dropped the
subject.
* * *
Andy was due to get off work at 6:00. At 5:00 I left the house and set
off on foot for Fletcher's. As I rounded the bend and came out onto
North End Road, I looked around and found a concealed spot in a nook
between Bingham's Travel Agency and "The Book Nook" across the road and a
couple stores north of Fletcher's. I settled down there on a dust bin,
partially hidden behind a sign, to wait.
About 5:45, a familiar car passed me and parked a little ways south of
Fletcher's, on the same side of the road I was on. Ian got out of it,
and walked back toward me. Before he reached where I was hidden, he
turned and disappeared into the alleyway between Cybil's Bakery, and
Boots the Chemist's.
I was about to get up and go 'visit' Ian, when I saw Andy look out the
window of Fletcher's. He glanced nervously up and down the street. He
didn't notice me. Apparently he didn't see Ian either. After he stepped
back away from the window, I stepped out of my hiding place, and crept
toward the alleyway on the other side of Cybil's.
Just before I reached the alleyway, I flattened myself against the
building. I was about to peer around the corner, when I saw Jacob coming
down the sidewalk along Beaumont Crescent. He quickly stepped behind a
bush, when he saw me. I didn't let on that I'd seen him. I was pissed
though - Just what I needed! Jacob! I hadn't wanted him to get
involved. There was no stopping at that point though.
Surreptitiously, I peered around the corner into the alleyway.
"AAAAAAaaahhh!" Ian yelled, as my face appeared directly in front of
his. He had been standing a couple feet inside the alleyway, leaning on
the wall of Cybil's.
I didn't waste any time. In the split second that Ian stood staring at
me with a mixture of shock and fear on his face, I whirled around the
corner, and threw a punch at him, catching him in the left eye, and
slamming his head against the brick wall of the building. Ian cried out
in pain. Before he even had a chance to begin flailing at me, I landed
an upper left hook to his nose. There was a sickening 'snap' as the
cartilage broke. Ian screamed in agony, as blood began pouring out of
his right nostril. As his hands flew to his face, I gave him a hard knee
to the balls. Ian tried to scream again, but nothing came out. With a
silent scream, he crumpled to the paving stones that lined the floor of
the alleyway.
As he laid there doubled over in agony, I kicked him in the ass.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HARASSING ANDY YET?" I bellowed
at him.
He tried to roll away from me, and get up. I quickly stepped toward him,
causing him to back himself into a corner. Then I kicked him hard in the
ribs. Ian yelped and tried to cover his stomach with his arms.
"WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO CONVINCE YOU TO LEAVE ANDY ALONE?" I yelled at
him, my face - a mask of fury.
Ian just laid on the ground staring up at me, his right eye filled with
terror, his left swollen almost shut. His lower lip was quivering.
"JOHN! Are you alright?" I heard Jacob burst out as he ran up behind me.
I spun around, and roared, "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE JACOB! THIS IS NONE
OF YOUR BUSINESS!"
He looked at me with a mixture of hurt and fear on his face, as I glared
at him. Then he quickly turned and ran away in the direction of
Fletcher's.
I turned back to Ian. He had managed to scramble to his feet, while I'd
turned to look at Jacob. He looked at me, as I turned back to him.
"Thinking of going somewhere?" I snarled.
Ian screamed with pain, as I landed a roundhouse kick in his shoulder,
which I guessed might have dislocated it. He fell back against the wall,
his hand flying up to his shoulder. With his attention diverted for a
second, I kicked his feet out from under him, and he landed hard on his
ass again, crying out in pain. Spinning around, I slammed my foot
downward, landing it right in his crotch, as his legs were conveniently
spread apart. Ian's mouth opened to scream again, but all that came out
was a high-pitched squeak, as he looked up at me, his face a
tear-stained, blood-streaked mask of pain and fear. He rolled onto his
side and began wretching then like he was going to vomit.
As I stood staring down at him, Andy appeared next to me. He stood
silently, shaking a little, looking down at his brother.
"If you want a piece of him, feel free," I said.
Andy looked at me. I couldn't read his look. He looked back down at his
brother.
Ian made a mistake then. Whether it was voluntary, or if it was an
involuntary look of pain crossing his face, he appeared to sneer at
Andy. Andy noticed, and I saw a look of anger cross his face like none
I'd ever seen before. Savagely he kicked Ian in the side. He didn't
stop. He kept kicking and kicking Ian in the ribs, ass, balls, and he
even landed a kick in the side of his head. Ian passed out then, but
still Andy didn't let up. He collapsed on top of Ian, and began
screaming at him and pounding the hell out of him with his fists. He
broke a couple of Ian's teeth in the process. I finally had to pull Andy
off Ian and hold him back for fear he was going to literally kill him, as
he'd picked Ian up by the collar of his jacket and begun slamming Ian's
head down on the ground.
I wrapped Andy securely in my arms, and held him tightly. He was
trembling, and just staring silently at Ian. I saw Jacob then. He was
standing behind us, in the opening from the Alleyway out onto the
street. His was white as a ghost. His eyes were huge and had tears in
them, and he looked terrified, as he just stared at us.
After a couple minutes, Ian started to come around again. We stood over
him looking down at him menacingly, as Ian looked up groggily at us. He
tried to move, but the pain must've been too much for him, as he laid
very still, whimpering, with tears and blood running down his cheeks.
"You stay the fuck away from Andy! You stay away from all of us!" I
snarled, at Ian, "or next time, I'll let him finish you off!"
As we turned to walk away, Andy turned and gave Ian one last swift kick
in the stomach.
As Ian laid there wretching, Andy leaned over and sneered, "How's it feel
to be whipped by a couple of faggots, eh BRUV?"
I pulled Andy up, and out of the alley, onto the street with me, as Ian
laid on the ground crying and staring after us. I grabbed Jacob's sleeve
and pulled him with us. The three of us walked home in complete
silence.
When we got home, we went upstairs. Jacob went straight to his room, and
closed the door. Andy went straight to the bathroom, and closed the
door.
I hesitated a moment, then tapped on Jacob's door. He opened it and
looked out at me.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
"Yes, but is Andy OK? He really seemed to lose it back there!" he said.
"I'll take care of him," I said.
"OK," he said, and closed his door.
I stepped over to the bathroom door and opened it. The shower was
running. Andy's clothes laid on the floor, and he was in the shower. I
went and looked in at him. He was washing quietly. He jumped when he
turned around and saw me.
"Are you OK?" I asked.
He nodded. I asked him if he wanted me to join him, not for sex, but
just to be with him. He shook his head no, then turned away and
continued washing. I watched him a moment, then left. I washed my
hands, then went downstairs to make supper.
* * *
I quickly explained what had happened to Elizabeth. I asked her not to
bring it up, and not to bother Andy if he was quiet. She agreed.
Andy was quiet the whole evening, and we all left him to his own
thoughts. That night in bed, I asked him if he was alright. Softly he
said he was. Then he snuggled over to me. I wrapped an arm around him,
and we laid together quietly. After a while, I felt him trembling a
little, and realized he was crying softly. I hugged him tighter, and
kissed him on the forehead. I felt him squeeze me a little tighter as
well. After a few minutes, he relaxed. Eventually, he fell asleep.
* * *
As I dropped Andy off at Fletcher's, the next evening, I asked him if he
wanted to be picked up. He said no, but I could tell he didn't want to
walk home alone. Beginning that evening, I started walking Jack down to
Fletcher's at 10 of 6:00, and we walked Andy home. If it rained, I drove
down to get him. Andy was clearly greatful, and I could tell he felt
safer with an escort, even though we didn't see Ian for some time again.
A couple weeks later, on a Friday night, I was running late, getting out
of the Bell & Crown. Andy decided to walk home without me. He came out
of Fletcher's and started toward home. As he got to our corner, he saw
Ian come out of Boots. Ian looked across the road and saw Andy. Andy
admitted that at first, he'd felt scared, but then he said Ian looked
terrified when he noticed Andy, and had run to his car, leaped in, and
drove off very fast. Andy had grinned and chuckled to himself all the
way home.
Jack and I still went to fetch Andy after work most nights anyway, even
though Andy said he was OK now. Ian never bothered Andy again after
that. In fact, the few times one or both of us saw him, he quickly went
in the opposite direction to avoid us.
* * *
Elizabeth's lamaze classes started soon after Grandma and the twins
left. We went two nights a week for about six weeks. We both found the
classes very informative, and rather enjoyable, although we got a lot of
funny looks from the other attendees, due to our vast age difference, and
my obvious youth. One or two couples actually looked at us rather
disdainfully. Eventually, word got around that I was Elizabeth's
stepson, and the baby's half-brother, and I was standing in for my father
who'd died recently. After that, the funny and disapproving looks all
stopped, and everyone became much more friendly.
The classes themselves were actually rather hilarious. For part of each
class, all of us men had to help our pregnant partners down onto mats on
the floor, and prop them up with pillows behind them, and together we had
to learn how to breathe during contractions. It was to be one of the
men's tasks during labor to remind the women how to breathe, as they
might forget because of all the excitement. As funny as the breathing
exercises were, just getting the women back up off the floor became even
funnier, as many were rather large already. Elizabeth was clearly
showing, but wasn't all that large yet as she was only about 5 months
pregnant when we began classes. Six weeks later, she was showing even
more though, and I could even feel Austin kicking from inside her.
* * *
One night at the end of class, Elizabeth dropped her purse, and
everything spilled out of it. As I was picking everything up, I saw a
bank book with Andy's name on it in the midst of the items that had
fallen on the floor.
"What's this?" I asked her.
She blushed then, and said it was nothing. I fixed her with a stare, as
I knew that Andy had one bank book and this wasn't it.
Finally, she said, "Fine! You have to promise me you won't tell him.
Can you do that?"
I continued staring at her, but finally nodded.
"I opened an account in his name when he started paying board, and I've
been putting the money he's giving me, in the account. I don't want or
need his money, but he will need it someday, and I want him to have it!"
she said.
I grinned then and said, "I think that's wonderful of you Elizabeth, but
he's gonna be so pissed at you when he finds out!"
She smiled then and said, "I know, but I'll deal with it then!"
* * *
One afternoon after school in early May, I was studying for my final 'AS'
exams, when I received a phone call from the CPS (Crown Prosecution
Service) informing me that the Magistrate's Court had found there was
enough evidence to warrant a trial in Crown Court for Andy's father's
attempt to murder me, and that the trial was going to begin in a couple
of weeks at the Old Bailey. Both Andy and I would be expected to testify
for the prosecution. I was given an appointment for a couple days prior
to the trial to meet with the prosecuting barristers from the CPS. They
asked me to have Andy call them after he got home from work. When Andy
came home from work, I told him about the call. He immediately became
very nervous. He called the CPS and was asked to meet with them as
well. He requested that his appointment be at the same time as mine, and
they said that would be fine.
I could tell Andy was still on edge after he hung up, so I fixed him a
stiff drink and took him upstairs for a quickie before I started cooking
supper. We didn't have a lot of time, so I pushed him down on his back
on the bed and opened his pants. He lifted his butt up off the bed, so I
could slide his pants and briefs over his hips. I pushed them down to
his ankles, then knelt in front of him and leaned between his spread
knees. Even though he still seemed nervous, he was sporting wood just
the same. I told him to close his eyes and relax and just think about
the feelings I was giving him. Then I went down on him and began to
slowly and sensually suck him off. After a half minute or so, I reached
up under his shirt and began tweaking his nipples as well. It didn't
take too long after that. Within another minute or so, he was moaning
and thrashing about under me, as I sucked his cock and played with his
nipples. A few seconds later, he tensed up, groaned and fired a huge
glob of cum into my mouth. I swallowed it, and all the rest of the jism
he pumped into my mouth. Finally, his orgasm ended, and I sucked him dry
and pulled off him. I crawled up next to him, and picked up his drink.
I took a sip of it as he lay panting and smiling up at me, then handed
him the glass. He took a sip as well, and set the glass back down. He
lay smiling up at me, as his dick began to wilt, his foreskin closing
back up over his glans. I asked him how he felt. He said he felt much
better, but I could tell he was still pretty upset...
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Happy New Year everyone!
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.