Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2002 08:13:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: jason159159 <Jason159159@ziplip.com>
Subject: Soccer Saturday- The Scare

Disclaimer: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains
descriptions of teenage boys engaged in sexual activities.
If you are not at least 18 years of age, don't read this. If
it is illegal where you live to read this, go to the library
and browse the cook books. Any similarities between these
characters, places, and actual events are purely an
accident. Enjoy reading and I hope you'll send your thoughts
to me in an email   Jason159159@Ziplip.com.

                       Soccer Saturday
                          The Scare


Another Saturday had rolled around and as usual I was trying
to catch up on some sleep. Travis and I had a wild night
with a couple of guys from school and I really needed the
rest. Trav is my best friend and we have great times
together. The smile was still on my face from the night
before.

The house seemed unusually quiet for this time of day on a
Saturday. I never expect to see Mom and Dad. Mom was
probably off showing a house, and Dad has been in Europe
since Wednesday. What was strange, was that my kid brother
Danny wasn't grousing around in my room and looking through
my shit. On a soccer Saturday he is usually in my room early
asking to borrow my soccer shoes, some socks, or my shin
guards. But that day he hadn't been in yet today.

I slowly wiped the sleep from my eyes, rolled out of bed in
just my boxers, scratched my ass and headed for the
bathroom. I cut a really nasty smelling  fart, took a piss,
and finally felt like I was awake. I opened the door that
connected to Danny's room and walked inside. The little guy
was still sleeping.

"Hey kiddo" I whispered, "Time to get up and at it. You've
got a game today, remember?"  I walked over to the side of
his bed and sat down, and gave him a little shake. "No
sleepy heads today" I joked, "you've got to get up and kick
some serious ass".

Danny didn't wake up. I looked closer and his usually soft
blond hair was wet and matted down. Sweat was pouring off
him and his T shirt was soaked. I shook him a little harder.
"Danny!" I said with more urgency in my voice, "Come on man.
Wake up". He still didn't move. I grabbed his phone off the
desk and dialed Mom's pager number. In a couple of minutes
she called back.

"Danny won't wake up, Mom!" I said, "He looks really sick".

"Is he hurt?" Mom asked? "What does he look like?"

"No, he's not hurt. But he doesn't look good." I replied
"He's hot, sweating, and his color is bad."

"I'm way over the county line" Mom said, "call your Dad's
company and ask for the medic. I'll be home as soon as I
can"

Dad's company has a special deal with a private physician
group. Senor Execs like my Dad never go to a clinic. The
docs always come to you. Well, as long as they are paid
enough, that is. So I dialed the medic group's emergency
number. It took about three minutes, but then Dr. Richardson
came on the line. I explained what I saw and asked him what
I should do.

"If Danny has a seizure, has trouble breathing, shakes, or
anything like that" he said, "Call 911 right away". I'm
heading over to your house, but I need you to check his
temperature and then call me right back. I'll wait for your
call."

I ran down the hall to Mom and Dad's bathroom and started to
dig through the cabinets. I found the thermometers, and
since Danny wasn't awake I grabbed the baby one and some
lube and headed back to his room. I pulled down the covers
and found he was totally soaked. Everything was a wet mess.
He must have peed himself in the night. I rolled him on to
his side facing away from me, slid down his drawers and
dried him off a bit. I greased the tip of the thermometer,
opened his cheeks and slowly slid the thin glass a few
inches into his rectum. Danny moaned but he didn't move or
say a word. After a few minutes I took it out and saw how
high his temp was. I called Dr. Richardson and told him what
I found.

"I'm on my way" he said, "try to clean him up a bit and get
him dry."

I quickly gathered up clean sheets and bedding, shorts, and
lots of towels. I stripped Danny down and used a couple of
the towels to dry him. As I toweled his hair and his
forehead I couldn't help but notice how young and vulnerable
he looked. He looked more like a child than a 13 year old
teen. "Don't worry, little bro." I said" we're going to fix
this". I rolled him over, put clean sheets on the bed and
dried him again. I took a wash cloth and cleaned up around
his dick and ass. Then I pulled some dry shorts up over his
hips.

About ten minutes later the bell rang and Dr. Richardson
came up the stairs. He was the same doc that Danny and I had
when we were little kids. I guess the medics group tries to
keep the same Docs with the same Execs.

"Thanks Jason" Dr. Richardson said, "You did a great job
helping clean things up. Give me a couple minutes alone with
Danny."

I went to my room and flopped face down onto my bed. I was
shaking a little because things were moving very fast and
because of how scared I was for Danny. I started to cry and
the tears soon turned into sobs. "This can't be happening!"
I thought, "Shit! This just can't be happening!"

A little later, Dr. Richardson knocked on my door. I looked
up from the bed, dried my eyes with the back of my hand, and
went up to him. "Will Danny be alright?" I sobbed.

"He'll be fine Jason. Now don't worry!


That cold you told me he had earlier in the week has turned
into a kind of pneumonia. He has congestion on one lung.
What's scary right now is the high fever. I gave him a shot
and I think he'll be getting better in a few hours. I've
decided not to take him to the hospital just yet. He'll be
more comfortable here. But if his fever doesn't come down,
we'll have to get him over to St. Anthony's right a way."


"What should I do?" I asked?

"You need to wash him down with a cool wash cloth twice an
hour" The doctor explained, "You also need to get him to
take these pills to deal with the infection and to help
lower the fever." I think things should be getting better by
supper time. I'll call every couple of hours to see what's
happening and we'll take it from there. Is your mother
coming home soon?" He asked?



The tears came back to my eyes. "She'll be here in about a
half hour." I managed to tell him.  "Don't worry! The doctor
said, as he put an arm around me. "Danny is going to be
fine. What he needs right now is rest, medicine, and all the
love you can give him."


"Ok. Thanks" I said, choking on the words.

I went back to Danny's room and did everything the doctor
told me to do. I cooled him down with wash cloths, dried
him, and never left his side. Mom got home and I told her
the whole story. She took over and did what needed to be
done. I still couldn't bring myself to leave Danny, so I
grabbed my notebook computer, came back to Danny's room,
plugged into his cable modem and went on line. There was a
thank you email from Travis for the "Great Ass Fucking" I
had given him last night. Then he complained that his rear
was so sore that he was thinking of taking a stadium cushion
to Mass tomorrow. I thought, "Shit! Fr. Rick will really get
a kick out of that!" I sent him a reply, telling him about
Danny, and asking him to come over when he could. I told him
I really needed him right now. I sent emails to some other
kids, but my heart wasn't in it and I soon shut it all down.

The hours passed slowly. Travis came over and stayed until
near supper and then went back home. I could see that Danny
was starting to rest more comfortably and he wasn't sweating
as much. I ate a late meal in his room and managed to wake
him enough several times to take his pills and drink some
cool water. He always went right back to sleep. Dr.
Richardson called, and after hearing our report said that
everything was going well. He saw no reason for Danny to go
the hospital. His temp was coming down. He was getting
better.

Mom wanted me to get some sleep, but I wouldn't leave Danny.
I sat near him, rubbed his back a little and smoothed his
hair. I stayed late into the night. At some point I must
have been really tired and stretched out on the bed next to
him. We hadn't slept together like that since we were little
kids. I guess I needed to be near him, and I wanted him to
know that he wasn't alone.

The next morning I was totally zonked out, when I felt the
bed move and immediately I woke up with a start. I was
frightened that something bad was happening to Danny. When
my eyes focused, I found him on his side facing me. We were
only a few inches apart. His eyes were open and he had a
little smile with a trace of mischievous playfulness.

"Hey kiddo" I said softly. "You had us pretty worried. How
are you feeling?"

""Better" he whispered, "I'm really glad you're here with
me".

"I've got to go tell Mom" I said, "I'll be right back. I
shot out of the room, woke up my Mom and told her Danny was
better. She came in and they talked for a bit. I helped him
to the bathroom and then I told her that I would stay a
while longer. Danny fell asleep again and slept until past
noon. When he woke up, I was still next to him on the bed.

"Hey little guy" I said, "Welcome back, how are you feeling
now?"


"I feel pretty good" he said. "I'm a little hungry but
otherwise pretty good. He was quiet for a few minutes and
then said, "There is something you can do for me though.
That is if you want to."

"You got it" I said, "Whatever you want"

Danny snuggled up closer to me and gave me a little kiss. We
stared deeply into each others eyes. He softly caressed my
face with his hand and traced imaginary circles on my cheeks
with his finger. I brushed a lock of hair away from his
forehead. "Jase" he whispered, "I'm really hard"

I reached down between us and found his prick was totally
hard. It was almost bursting. With a pleading look he asked,
"How about it?"

"You got it kid" I whispered. I got up and locked his
bedroom door, and then slid down under the covers and took
his prick in my mouth. Our love making at that point wasn't
urgent. It also wasn't the fast teen suck and shoot kind of
deal. My kid brother, the person that I most loved in the
world needed something that at that moment only I could
give. I slowly sucked him, licked him, and lovingly played
with his butt until he softly whimpered and made one last
gentle thrust into my mouth. It was then that he squirted
his load.

I climbed out from under the covers. Looked again into those
precious baby blue eyes, and tenderly kissed him. He smiled.
"Thanks Jase" he said, "That was the best ever". He drifted
back to sleep and I stayed by his side.

Three days later he was back to being the same punk ass
freshman that he had always been. When he bounced into my
room without knocking, I was very tempted to kick his ass.
In fact, one time that is exactly what I did. Thanks to me
for the rest of the week he had a nice red spot on his fanny
to show for it. But now there is a difference in our
relationship. Now when I look at that cute 13 year old ass
and that perfect body, I don't do so out of hormone driven
lust. I do so with tenderness for my little brother and with
the knowledge that life is fragile. Sometimes what we love
the most can be suddenly be lost. "God I love that little
guy"