Date: Wed, 18 Oct 2006 09:33:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Michael Smith <wetswimboy2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Angelic Sacrifice

The Angelic Sacrifice

By: Michael Smith

Author's Note: I would love to hear what you think of this story.  Please
e-mail to wetswimboy2000@yahoo.ca

Other Stories on Nifty:

Tom's Growing Up: gay male/incest
Patrick's Innocence: gay male/incest
Lost in a Book: gay male/incest
A Cigarette on the Beach: gay male/incest


Being October, the sound of rustling leaves was a natural
one for Brian Farmer.  The sound he heard, however, had not come
from leaves but from paper.  Books were something that even at
the age of twelve, he knew well.  And so the attraction of a
book in a secret room of the house that he was dreaming about at
eleven o'clock p.m. on the night of October 30th, thirteen years
ago, was too much for the boy to resist.

He put on his slippers and pulled a sweater over his bare
chest.  He began to walk through the large house, still half
asleep but somehow knowing exactly where he was going.  He
reached behind the grandfather clock and feels around on the
wall, until he found the handle which let him inside.

The small room was completely bare except for a small
wooden table, a chair, a lot of dust and an open book.  There
was a light breeze, rustling the pages ever so softly.  Brian
sat at the chair and the pages stopped calling him over.  They
settled, open on two pages, that Brian had the urge to read out
loud.  He did not understand a word of the Latin text, but
somehow hearing his own voice say the words was very comforting
to him.

And then, all of a sudden, a figure appeared.  The figure
was a boy, tall and slender and naked, who also appeared to be
twelve years old.  But Brian noticed wings on the boy's back,
and a glow, an inexplicable glow that lit up the entire room.
He was the most beautiful thing that Brian had ever seen, and it
was the first time in Brian's life that he had an almost
unbearable sexual urge.

"You read from my book," said the boy, in a soft but
masculine voice.  "I heard you, and I appeared, and you know
have a lust in you for me that only one person will ever be able
to satiate.  But beware, Brian Farmer.  If you receive pleasure
at the hands of your younger brother before he reaches the age
of thirteen, he will die, and you will be alone forever.  If,
however, until then you can resist him, you will be gifted all
the money you could ever dream of, but more importantly, he will
be gifted with eternal youth, and will be yours forever."

The angel took a few steps closer so that he was standing
at the opposite end of the table as Brian.

"But I don't have a younger brother."

The angel did not respond to this.  He simply bent over and
kissed Brian on the lips, keeping his lips touched to Brian's
until Brian's orgasm was over.  And then the angel disappeared.
Brian placed his hand on his shorts, and felt wetness that he
had never felt before after an orgasm.  He found this remarkably
satisfying, and it is with this thought that he slept very
soundly that night, only to wake up in his own bed.

Exactly one year later, on the 30th of October, Brian's
mother gave birth to a boy.

*

When Benjamin farmer was eight and a half years old, his
parents passed away, and he was left in the family house under
the care of his older brother, who at that time, was working as
a languages teacher at a local school.

The house was beautiful.  It was a large manor with a
swimming pool and tennis courts, and all of the amenities.
After they passed away, as Brian was old enough to care for his
brother, he assumed the role of mother and father almost
immediately.  But he was scared of two things.

The first of these is that he had no idea how to raise a
boy.  Or a girl.  Or any child for that matter.  He had never
even had a dog who he needed to take care of.

The second thing he was scared of was the angel.  The angel
in the form of a boy with the most beautiful body, who happened
to look strikingly similar to the younger brother who Brian was
now charged with spending a lot of time with in an empty house.



Slowly but surely, relatives left the boys increasingly
alone.  Many of the extended family had doubts about Brian's
ability to raise Benjamin, but when they saw how caring he was
towards the boy, these thoughts were replaced by a bittersweet
happiness that Benjamin would grow up in a loving household,
despite the absence of his parents.  Also, being summer, Brian
was at home.  He woke up late one summer morning to Benjamin,
kneeling beside him on his bed, staring into his eyes.

"Uncle Josh left."

"He left?" Brian said, rubbing his eyes.  Now that he was
awake he allowed himself a short stare at Benjamin, who was
dressed only in a t-shirt and boxer shorts.  "What time is it?"
Brian had overslept.

"It's eleven.  He said he didn't want to wake you, and that
he would call you later." Uncle Josh was the last relative
staying with the boys, and the plan was for him to leave that
day.  Brian sat up and pulled Benjamin towards him, holding the
boy in his lap.

"Okay.  So what do you want to do today?"

"I want to swim.  We haven't gone swimming together since
..." He trailed off, but Brian knew what he was talking about.

"Let's have breakfast first though."

"Sure, I'll go get changed."

"You don't have to.  There's nobody here anymore, remember?
We can finally walk around the house in our undies," Brian said
with a smile.  Benjamin laughed before declaring that he wanted
waffles for breakfast.

They put on slippers and walked across the sunny backyard
to the pool house, carrying towels, swimming trunks and their
changes of clothing.  Without any hesitation, Benjamin quickly
pulled off his clothes, revealing the body of a skinny eight
year old with the penis of a boy, which has suddenly become
slightly stiff because of the cold.  Brian turns around to
change so that Benjamin does not see his erection.

After sharing a quick shower, the boys jump into the pool
and enjoy a long swim together.  It is the first time in weeks
that Brian has seen his brother truly laugh, and some of the
fear that he had been experiencing about raising Benjamin went
away with the sweet sound of the boy's laughter.

Since their parents death, doting aunts staying with them
had taken to giving Benjamin his baths.

"Ben, I need to ask you something," Brian said while drying
off outside the pool.  "I know you're more than old enough to
bathe yourself, so how come you let them give you a bath when
they were staying here?"

"I don't know.  I didn't really mind."

"Oh, okay.  Well in that case, let's get into our bathtub
and have a long one together."

They walked back to the bathroom in the house that they
shared, and turned on the Jacuzzi tub.

"Go and throw your trunks in the laundry basket in your
room while it's filling up."

"Why?  Can't I just take them after?"

"No," Brian says.  "I want you to do it now." Benjamin
sighs and leaves the bathroom.  Brian does the same and they
return, both of them naked, Benjamin's body glistening from the
lingering moisture of the pool.

They sunk into the hot water, and with a bar of soap, Brian
mapped every part of his brother's body.  During this, Benjamin
remained silent and relaxed, enjoying the loving touch of his
elder brother.



After dressing, Benjamin knocked on his brother's bedroom
door.  Brian, who was attempting to rid himself of the erection
that came from giving his brother a bath, quickly pulled on his
pants and opened the door to a Benjamin with unkempt hair,
crumpled khaki pants and an old t-shirt.  His lust for the boy
standing in the doorway was almost too much to bear, and
resulted in anger.

"Ben, this is unacceptable.  Your hair is a mess, your
pants aren't ironed and your shirt is ripped.  Come back to your
room." Brian grabbed the boys arm and pulled him back to
Benjamin's bedroom, where he ordered the boy to strip.  Benjamin
did so, confused about the sudden change of mood in his brother.

"Pick up your pants.  I'm going to show you how to iron
clothes." Standing naked beside his brother, Benjamin was shown
how to iron clothes.

"From now on Ben, if your clothes aren't ironed and clean,
you will get a spanking.  Do you understand?"  Benjamin looked
at the floor and nodded his head.

"Good.  What we're going to do right now is go through all
of your clothes.  Let's get rid of whatever doesn't fit you, and
make a list of whatever new clothes you need, and we'll go
shopping tomorrow."



That evening, both of them wore only boxer shorts, and
Benjamin sat on Brian's lap, Brian's arms around his younger
brother's bare stomach, both of them covered by a comforter.
The movie finished, but neither of them moved after the
television was shut off.  They were much too comfortable, and
the sound of the rain lulled them both into a very deep and
refreshing sleep.



It is in this way that they spent the years to follow.
Brian and Benjamin had a lot of fun together, their relationship
becoming closer every day.  Brian's strictness remained,
however, giving Brian that slight distance that he needed in
order to resist the beauty of his younger brother's growing
body.

As the boy grew older, his body became increasingly
beautiful, as a result of which the spankings were increasingly
harsh.  But more than his body, Benjamin flourished in school,
was loved by his teachers and friends, and he began to love
Brian as much as Brian loved him.

*

Tomorrow is Benjamin's thirteenth birthday.  Brian waits
downstairs for his brother to get ready, as they are going to a
relative's place for dinner.  He shouts to Benjamin again, and
gets no response.  Brian goes upstairs and opens Benjamin's
bedroom door, only to find the boy lying naked on his bed,
playing in between his legs.  Benjamin quickly stops when he
sees his brother and covers himself with a pair of shorts.

For a few moments, Brian stands there, staring at his
brother, not knowing what to say or do.  Of course, he knows
that this is an activity that Benjamin must engage in on certain
occasions.  But seeing it, Brian knows that he can no longer
resist his brother.  But still, he tries.

"Benjamin!  We're really late, and this is why?"  Brian
takes off his jacket, and then his belt.  He walks up to
Benjamin, grabs the shorts and throws them to the floor.
Benjamin's body is still smooth, his penis still small, and
Brian watches the erection die down.  "Turn over, now!"

Benjamin, with tears in his eyes, covers himself with his
hands.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice shaking.  "Just give me a
minute and I'll get dressed and we can go."

Brian slaps him.  "Turn over."  Benjamin does as he is
told, and the belt lands with a satisfying whack over the boy's
bare bottom.  Brian cannot stop.  He continues to beat the boy
until suddenly, he realizes what he is doing, and he lets the
belt fall from his hands.  "Get dressed and come downstairs,"
Brian says, his own voice now shaking as well.

Brian picks up his belt and his jacket and leaves the room.

The boy comes downstairs, a sullen expression on his face.

"Ben," Brian says, "do you still want to go?  What do you
say about staying in tonight?  We can order pizza or something."

"I don't care."

"Ben, I'm sorry.  I got angry and I got carried away."

"It doesn't matter.  I should have been getting ready.
Even though you get to do it whenever you want to."

"What do you mean?  How do you know when I do it?"

"I walk into your room all the time and you don't even
know.  And when I see that you're busy I just leave.  I don't
come in and start yelling at you."  Benjamin turns around and
retreats back up the stairs.  Brian calls his aunt and cancels
dinner.



The boy is lying on his bed, face down, sobbing into his
pillow.  Brian sits beside him, and kisses the boy's head,
resting his hand on Benjamin's back.

"I'm sorry," Brian whispers.

"No you're not!" Benjamin says, turning around and wiping
his eyes with his sleeve.  "You're always hitting me for stupid
things like this.  And I think I know why."

"Why?"

"I don't know.  It's stupid.  Just forget it.  I'm really
hungry."

"I'm not going to forget it.  I already cancelled dinner.
Get changed into something more comfortable and I'll order a
pizza and then we'll talk.  Okay?"  Benjamin nods his head.

They sit on the couch, like they did that night when the
rain lulled them to sleep.

"What were you going to tell me Ben?"

"Look, it's really stupid.  It was just a dumb dream, and I
don't even really understand it."

"Just tell me about it."

"Fine.  But you're just going to laugh at me."

"I promise I won't."

"Fine.  Remember when you spanked me last week?  I don't
remember for what.  But that night I dreamt that someone, well
actually it was an angel, came into my room while I was
sleeping.  So I asked the angel why you spank me so much, and he
said that you do it because you want me so badly but you can't
have me so that's what you do to make up for it.  Then he left.
See?  I told you it was stupid.  If it's just because you want
me, we live together.  So it's dumb."

"That's not exactly what the angel meant by me wanting you.
I have a story to tell you that's pretty stupid as well, but I
think it's just as real as yours."  Brian tells Benjamin the
story of what happened to him on his own thirteenth birthday.
"...and I have wanted you, in that way, for a long time."  The
doorbell rings.  The boys eat their pizza in silence, in the
kitchen, then return to the couch.

"My birthday is in two hours," Benjamin says, breaking the
silence.  "If we just stay away from each other until then ..."

"Hold on Ben.  You don't want to do this.  Just because
after you're thirteen, I can, it doesn't mean that I will."

"Why?  I love you Brian, I'll do anything for you."



Brian lies naked on his bed.  Benjamin is standing up.  It
is half past eleven, and Benjamin is dressed in as many layers
as he managed to put on.  He starts slowly, removing each piece
of clothing slowly and carefully while Brian watches.  Music
plays in the background, and with every beat from the music and
movement from Benjamin, Brian becomes more and more turned on.

Finally, fifteen minutes later, Benjamin drops his shorts
and walks up to the bed.  He lies beside his brother, and Brian
kisses the soft pink lips offered to him.  Benjamin then lies on
his back and closes his eyes.

Brian leans over and kisses the boys neck, moving from
there to nibbling on Benjamin's small ears, exciting the boy's
nipples with his tongue, and finally taking Benjamin's penis
into his mouth, exploring every imperfection on the skin with
his tongue, and tasting the warm salty liquid.

"Hey," Benjamin says softly.  "That's never happened
before."

"What hasn't?" Brian asks, laying down again himself, with
a throbbing erection.

"Nothing's ever come out before."

"Well, you're growing up.  What time is it?"

"I have two minutes."  Brian closes his eyes, and his
younger brother imitates everything that Brian just did.  The
feeling for Brian is like nothing he has ever experienced.  And
then, finally, he feels the boy's warm mouth around his
erection.  Benjamin's mouth is closed tightly around Brian's
penis, and he moves his head upwards and downwards, as directed
by Brian's hand on his head.

And then he feels it.  The cum rushing out into Benjamin's
mouth, this pleasure that Brian has been waiting for since the
day he was born, this immense pleasure that he will never feel
again because never gain in his life will he have to wait so
long for sweetness of his brother's flesh.



When it is over, Benjamin leaves.  Brian hears the shower,
but the boy does not return.  He goes instead to his own
bedroom, to try and forget about the sacrifice he has just made
for the brother that he loves so much.  And Brian knows that the
pleasure he has just felt cost his little brother something, but
he knows too that Benjamin is ready to begin growing up.

The End