Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2007 21:18:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brian Connors <patriotspectre@yahoo.com>
Subject: Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 5: Brothers Down Under

Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 5: Brothers Down Under

Story Codes: B/b, inc

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. Much of the material in this story 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 once again to everyone who's responded, I've now gotten close to a
hundred emails about the story. I've been swamped with work lately, but I
promise I will do my best to get back to every one of you!

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Chapter 5: Brothers Down Under


It was April, 1995 when Greg got a call about a job in Melbourne,
Australia, and another one in Wellington, New Zealand. Some construction
company needed an expert for projects beyond schedule or something like
that. If he accepted, it'd mean anywhere from three to six months down
under. It wasn't an easy decision, but it had to be made quickly, before
they went with someone else.

Greg checked out all the details, and if he wouldn't be able to take us,
he'd turn it down. But the company wanted him, and made arrangements to
provide us with a house for the duration in Melbourne, and other
accommodations in New Zealand. A tutor for me and Sean, too. All expenses
paid. With a hefty paycheck, it was irresistible. Besides, if Greg had
turned it down, Sean would never have forgiven him. He'd wanted to go to
Australia ever since we saw 'The Rescuers Down Under' at the cinema in
Belfast.

And so we went, Greg, Sean, me, Nate, Walt and Adam. Unlike our last trip
across an ocean, we flew this time. We'd been on planes before, with all
the hopping between coasts, but still this was exciting. Nothing but water
beneath us, until we reached Hawaii. Greg had us leave a week early so we
could enjoy the islands...but for me, it was anything but enjoyable. I
hated the heat, and there was nothing for me to do. Sean and Nate, on the
other hand, had a blast. Volleyball, hula lessons, Sean even went water
skiing. The most fun I had was when we drove by the place they filmed
Magnum, PI. I never want to go back there.

When my Hawaiian hell was over, we finally arrived in Oz. As a city, I like
Melbourne. It's a grand place, and it reminded me of New York, a little, in
some odd way. Sydney may be more "touristy," but Melbourne, to me, has much
more substance. Back then, I loved it best of all the cities we'd lived in.

A couple days after we were settled into a pretty nice house provided by
the company, our tutor arrived. "Miss Annie," we called her. She was very
nice, and we liked her a lot, especially her accent, and the stories she
told us about growing up with the Moriori people in the Chatham
Islands. Her father was an oceanographer and she told us a lot of stories
about that, too. Sean developed a crush on her pretty quickly. I tried not
to make fun of him for it, but sometimes my youth got the better of
me. Greg liked her too, as it turns out, but I'll talk about that later.

It only took Greg two months in Melbourne to have things straightened out
to the client's satisfaction, and then we went on to New Zealand. We all
thought we'd been staying at another house in Wellington, but Greg had been
keeping a surprise for us. We were going to stay with Annie's family on the
South Island. They had a vineyard there, near a town called Blenheim, and
it was just grand. That area of New Zealand has fairly warm summers, and
pretty crisp winters...and it was winter.

One of the best things about spending the summer months south of the
equator is that, well, it's winter down under. As much of winter as it ever
gets, at any rate. So I was in heaven. Nice and chilly, but not too
cold. And lots of room to run, and hike, and we all just had a ball.

Greg was kept busy and spent most of the week in Wellington - a city
plagued by tremors (why build a town right on a fault line?) - and then on
Thursday would fly by helicopter back to the South Island, and have the
weekend with us. It was a fantastic arrangement, and helped inspire my
enduring love for that country.

Some of my fondest memories are from New Zealand, like my twelfth birthday
(22 June). I remember that day so well. It almost seemed cold enough to
snow, and I absolutely loved it. It was such a change from both Ireland and
the States, it felt like November.

We didn't have a birthday party planned, per my request, though Greg had
tried in vain to talk me into it for weeks. Good thing he knew better than
to plan a surprise party, I would have been devastated. Greg gave me an
awesome dark green sweater, looked like something an old sailor would wear,
and I wore it all day. I got other clothes, too, and from Nate and Walt, a
couple action figures (which of course *they* wanted to play with as soon
as I opened them!).

Sean? Well, Sean got me something I couldn't have expected. It was a
Sherlock Holmes board game, '221B' it was called. He found it in a
second-hand shop in Wellington. And even though it was missing a couple
pieces, I loved it. I'd been reading Sherlock Holmes stories ever since I
could remember, and actually playing out new ones in a game was simply
awesome. It's amazing to look back and think how much joy that game brought
me - I was such an odd kid. Heh.

But amidst the natural excitement of turning twelve, which seemed like a
really big deal at the time, I kept thinking about my mother, and about
Ben. It had been weeks since his last letter, and I was really
worried. Sean knew what was on my mind, and went out of his way to cheer me
up and keep me distracted all day. He organized a really massive game of
Capture the Flag with Jack and Caleb (Anne's nephews) and a bunch of other
kids. Nathan, only seven, got to play, too. Before we started, we all
picked GI Joe-style codenames, and Sean proclaimed me the general. That was
really something. To top it off, he opened his backpack and pulled out
something - he had carved me a wooden sword! He'd worked on it for weeks,
and it was as nearly a flawless thing as I had ever seen. Sean had even
carved my name into the handle. My heart swelled with pride, and I barely
held back tears. It meant a lot to me that my big brother, my hero, had
spent so much time and effort for me, because he didn't want me to be sad
on my birthday. So we all ran around in the fields and woods for hours,
getting muddy and dirty, picking up cuts and bruises and scrapes, and even
a few scars. It was great fun, and I was able to almost forget everything
else and just be happy for the day.

And when we came back in after dusk, there was hot cocoa and a fire waiting
for us. Nate was so worn out that he fell asleep on the couch. Sean and I
curled up in quilt by the fireplace, and we watched "Newsies" and played
cards until I fell asleep on his shoulder. I dozed for a long time, and he
told me later that I didn't even stir when he carried me to our room, and
tucked me in. Even if I hadn't been to tired, I don't think we would have
fooled around that night. It was like the last hurrah of my childhood.

In an even more profound way, it was the end of Sean's childhood, too. He
met a girl called Sophie, one of Anne's students, and they fell into a
pretty whirlwind romance. She was a real nice girl, and didn't really treat
me like a little kid. I could see why Sean liked her, I guess, so it was
hard to be jealous. They spent a lot of time together, but Sean never
ignored me, or the little ones. Even after he lost his virginity that July,
he didn't change, really. And neither did our nightly activities. I was
curious about everything, and he explained it all, though he wasn't really
the kiss-and-tell type and he respected Sophie enough not to blab all the
details, especially to his kid brother. That had to be mum's lasting
influence. They both knew it wouldn't last - even though once or twice he
wistfully talked to me about coming back to marry her someday - but he
seemed happy.

Another thing that made him happy was the fun he was having with Jack and
Caleb. Caleb was Sean's age, and Jack a year older. I liked the two of them
- they were cool, even though they did call me "squirt" sometimes. Unlike
his liaisons with Sophie, Sean would give me all the details of his
encounters with Jack and Caleb. I was never sure how it started - probably
just from talking about girls - but over the time we were there, they'd
progressed from jerking off together, to blowjobs, to a lot more. I was
really curious, and thought a lot about asking to fool around with them,
too, but at the same time I was scared of "doing it" with other boys. I
knew Sean would never let anything bad happen, but it was still a daunting
prospect. So, for the most part, I opted to just listen to his stories
about what they'd do, usually while we jerked off together, or while we
cuddled after.

Caleb was the first guy to fuck Sean. By that time I definitely understood
the concept - was getting to be fascinated by it, in fact - but when Sean
told me about it, thinking about Caleb putting his dick up my big bro's
arse, it seemed so...alien. And at twelve, I had no idea that this made
Sean bisexual. It any event, his stories about Caleb and Jack turned me on
more than what he told me about Sophie (that was more of an 'intellectual
exercise'). Sean told me that fucking Caleb (which he did, too) was totally
different from fucking Sophie. He couldn't tell me which he liked
better. Jack got in on the action, too, and the stories Sean told me
intrigued me more and more. I definitely didn't *want* to get fucked by
them, it sounded like it would hurt a lot...but more and more I fantasized
about them fucking Sean, and about Sean fucking me. I knew that was
something I wanted to happen, sometime, when I was older, maybe.

In the meantime, I was really curious about it all, and wanted to watch
them do it. When asked Sean if I could, he looked like he got punched in
the face, he was so surprised. He told me he didn't think it was a good
idea, that the other guys might think it was weird, and they'd be afraid of
getting in trouble. And so, reluctantly, I dropped the subject. But it
didn't stop my fantasies!

Eventually, though, October rolled around. Greg's job was finished, and we
had to head home, back to Maryland. All tolled, we spent six months down
under - two in Australia, and four in New Zealand.

It was hard for Sean saying goodbye to Sophie, I know, and hard for all of
us to say goodbye to Jack and Caleb, who we'd come to think of as our "Kiwi
Cousins." Hardest of all was saying goodbye to Annie, who really had become
another member of the family. We kept in touch, though, and she came to
visit once or twice a year, sometimes bringing Caleb and Jack. Now, as to
whether it was more us kids, or Greg she was visiting, well, I guess it was
a bit of both... But that's years off, yet, and there's plenty of ground to
cover before I get there.

Including a surprise that Greg and Sean had been working on for a long
time...

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Sorry about the relative lack of sex this chapter. There's plenty to come,
though, so don't worry. The next chapter is in the works, and should be up
soon.

If you'd like to comment or chat, my email address is
patriotspectre@yahoo.com.

Cheers!

- Tim