Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2007 22:41:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brian Connors <patriotspectre@yahoo.com>
Subject: Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 2: On Christmas Night

Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 2: On Christmas Night

B/b, inc

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Disclaimer and Acknowledgments

The story you are about to read is true. These events happened and though
some details have been skewed slightly to obscure the identities of the
real persons involved, the events, relationships and substance of the tale
have not been altered. This material is pornographic in nature, dealing
with incest, teenage and preteen sex, gay themes, and so forth. If you are
under 18, or it is illegal in your area to read this material, then stop
now, and go Google something wholesome.

Thanks to everyone who sent emails, and wow, there were a lot of you! The
encouragement is most appreciated. :-) Oh, and since a couple of you asked
for clarification: my full name is Brian James Timothy Connors, but I've
always been called Tim.

There's probably a little more "reflection" in this chapter than the last,
all these emotions are coming back to me now, thinking about these
events. But don't worry the "good part" is still here.


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Chapter 2: On Christmas Night December, 1994


I'll always remember the Christmas of 1994, for a multitude of
reasons. Among others, it was the night Sean gave me a very special
gift. It was our first Christmas without mum. The six months since she'd
passed on were hard to get through, for the five of us boys, and Greg, our
stepdad, as well.

Not to belittle Greg at all - he's the best stepdad anyone could ever have
- but for a while, he was more withdrawn and busier with work, it was his
coping mechanism, I guess. But he was always there when we needed him, even
though (except for Walt and Adam) we weren't "his" sons. He was definitely
"dad," though we were all more comfortable calling him "Greg." "Dad" still
had negative connotations for us. He was more of a "big brother," anyway,
being eight years younger than mum, and thus only ten years older than
Sean.

And Sean... He was the glue that held us all together. He's the most caring
person I have ever met. He looked out for all of his little brothers,
stepping in to fill what little parts of that void that he could. He'd help
with homework, make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, teach us to play
basketball, and change Adam's diaper with alarming regularity. All these
things he did without asking for anything in return. He took his role as
"the big brother" seriously - he was our rock.

In the months since Sean gave me my first lesson in "the art of wanking,"
we had done it together a lot (and I had taken to doing it on my own a lot
as well, of course). It wasn't anything he ever forced me to do, or held
over my head in any way, it was just fun, a secret we two older brothers
shared - something grown up. And it was a way to release some of the pent
up emotions that we both had. We'd do it for fun, we'd do it to feel like
grownups, we'd do because we were horny as hell, though most of all, we'd
do it for comfort.

And we both needed comfort that Christmas night. I never really liked
holidays, even back then. I mean, they could be fun, and everything, but
things felt...weird. Kinda stressful, I guess. The lights, the music, the
larger-than-usual crowds, it all weighed heavily on me, always has. It
sometimes got to be too much, and after everything that had happened that
year, this one was particularly hard for me.

We'd been opening gifts all day, from Greg, from his parents, from each
other. By 10pm, we were all exhausted. Greg put Nate, Walt and Adam to bed,
and then he, Sean and I curled up on the floor by the fireplace, wrapped in
blankets - just like we had the night of mum's funeral. We were all three
missing her, and no amount of Christmas cheer could make that go away. So
we talked, and dozed, and eventually all went to bed.

I asked to spend the night with Sean, needing to feel close, and so the two
of us curled up his bed. I clung to him, and we both drifted off to sleep.

It couldn't have been more than an hour later, I felt him stir, trying not
to wake me.

Groggy, I mumbled, "What's going on?"

"Sorry, Tim," Sean said. "Just going to the jacks. Go back to sleep."

He flipped the light switch and stepped into the bathroom, and in the
light, I could see the tent in his shorts. I realized my own hardness, and
suddenly, I didn't feel like going back to sleep.

Sean came back out a minute later, and did a double take when he saw me:
the covers pulled down, along with my briefs, and my little three inch
boner standing proudly at attention.

I saw his bulge getting bigger, and giggled. "You wanna...?"

He smiled, and dropped his boxers, his own hard on springing up, and
bouncing as he knelt on the bed next to me. As had become our habit, he
wrapped his fingers around my dick, and I put my hand around his, and we
started stroking each other.

I knew by know how he liked it, and I wanted to make him happy on this
Christmas. Rubbing his shaft with my right hand, up and down, I played with
his balls with my left. Not skipping a beat, I leaned over and kissed his
cheek.

"Happy Christmas, Sean," I whispered.

He laughed and kissed my forehead. "You too, Timmy-o." Sean was the only
one I ever let call me 'Timmy.' And then he got a faraway look on his face,
like he'd just had a new idea. "How about I give you a really special
Christmas gift?"

"Like what?" I asked.

He smiled again. "You'll like it, I promise. Now just lie back."

I released my grip on his cock, and laid back, wondering what my big
brother was going to do. He gave my dick a few more tugs, and then bent and
kissed me on the lips, then kissed my neck, and my chest, moving his way
down. When he reached my belly button, he kissed again, and tickled me,
causing me to giggle hysterically until I remembered that we were supposed
to be quiet and not wake Greg or the boys. I liked the attention, but it
wasn't that different or special so far.

And then he came to my cock, not a trace of hair to be found yet. Sean
cupped my balls in his hand, and then totally blew my 11-year-old mind as
he put his mouth around my small, rock-hard cock. As he began to suck me,
slurping up and down, I could barely breathe, let alone speak. I had never
felt anything so wonderful - the whole world seemed to focus on my cock in
Sean's mouth - wet, warm and oh so good. My toes curled and my eyes rolled
back in my head. I let out a long sigh as shivers went up and down my
body. I felt Sean chuckle as he suckled on my dinky dick, and my hands
grasped the bedsheets, clutching.

Sean reached for my hands, and moved them to his head, and I rubbed his
short-cropped dark hair as he slurped on my cock like a lollipop. I was
balls deep in his mouth, his tongue gliding over my shaft, and he held me
there, sucking and licking. After a few heavenly moments, he pulled back,
tongue darting over my cockhead, and then slid down again.

That did it! I sighed again as my dry cum came over me, my dick spasming in
Sean's mouth as he kept sucking, laughing all the while I thrashed around
on his bed. My vision went all fuzzy and I imagined I saw shooting stars as
my immature balls tried to pump out the sperm that just wasn't there yet.

As I came down from that high place, Sean slid next to me, holding me
tight. He was so turned on, I could feel how hard he was - his cock was
pressed between our bellies. I reached for it, and as soon as I touched it,
it was like a switch went off, and he grunted as he humped against me,
once, twice, again. And then he came, still grunting, his cum splashing
over both of us. Gobs of it hit my belly and chest, his too, and a shot
landed on my chin. He shivered almost as much as I had.

I remember how much I liked the feeling of Sean bucking against my belly,
his hard cock pressed there. He felt so strong, and solid, and so full of
energy. As he lay there in his afterglow, I humped against his belly,
feeling his cum slide between us, making sticky slurping sounds. We both
giggled like crazy, and eventually I settled down and just slid into the
crook of his arm as he rubbed my back.

"That was the best gift ever, Seannie," I said, pausing before I added,
"Uh... what was it?"

He laughed, and tussled my hair, like he usually did when I said something
funny in a little kid way. "That was a blowjob, Eeyore."

"Wow," I said, having heard the word plenty, but not really grasping what
it meant. "That felt great, Sean. Can we do it again?"

He looked at me, those brown eyes of his full of uncertainty. I knew that
look - he got it sometimes when he felt guilty, like he was hurting me or
abusing me and we should stop. But I just waggled my eyebrows, and said, "I
really want to..." and then I saw the relief come to his face.

"Well," he said, smiling softly, "I don't see why not." And he broke out in
a big grin, patting my now soft penis. "I really like how you taste, little
bro." Sean kissed my forehead again, and used his boxers to wipe up the
still sticky cum. He saw the spot on my chin, and kissed me, licking it
off.

That made me giggle, a lot. I'd tasted his cum a few times before, I kinda
liked it. "I like how you taste, too."

As Sean pulled the covers up over us, a thought struck me. "Have you done
this with the other guys?" I knew he jacked off with some of his friends,
and wondered if this was part of their fun, too.

"Nope," he said. "I've had a couple from some girls, but your cock is the
first I've ever sucked."

Hearing that made my heart swell. It was *really* a special gift now - my
big brother, almost fifteen, had given me a blowjob, and it had been his
first time. I felt like a million bucks!

Snuggling against him, I just murmured "Wow."

As we both drifted off to sleep, I heard him say, "Happy Christmas,
Eeyore."

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And there you have Chapter Two, gents. I hope you enjoyed it. If you'd like
to send me an email, my address is patriotspectre@yahoo.com.