Date: Sat, 21 Jan 2012 12:52:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: After the Kiss - 12  (Revised)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination, not real life. It will include descriptions of sexual
situations between young friends, but no real boy's were involved.

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After the Kiss

Chapter 12        (Finale)


As they had eaten, Hunter had kept a close eye on Devon. He knew that Devon
was itching to get back with the cousins and finish what they'd started. He
worried that his friend might do something that would make his parents
suspicious and then they'd be in real trouble. Thankfully the meal ended
without incident. The boys were given the task of helping to clean up. Not
long after, Hunter had a feeling and glanced at Devon. He instantly knew
Devon was up to something.

Before Hunter could stop him, Devon gave him one of his trade mark
mischievous looks and hurried off to talk to Hunter's parents. They were
relaxing near the shore in beach chairs.

"Mr. Thompson?"

Hunter's dad looked up.

"Could we go exploring? You know, see some more of the island?

Hunter knew his folks would say `no' unless he helped things along. "Uh,
well, we wouldn't go alone. I mean, Raphael and Manuel would go with us."

His dad gave a quick look toward where the cousins were just finishing
packing up the last of the supper things.

"Yeah, we'd be real careful, and do whatever they told us," Devon added.

Hunter saw the sparkle in Devon's eyes when he'd said `do whatever they
told us.' He held back a smile.

His mom and dad looked at each other.

"What do you think? Want to stay here a little longer? Or should we start
back?" Hunter's dad asked.

Hunter looked at his mom. He almost hoped she'd say `no' so he and Devon
could back out of the arrangement with the boat boys. He'd been nervous all
through dinner thinking about the mess he'd be in if his folks found out
what they were planning. But on the other hand, thinking about getting
another chance to suck Manuel's dick stirred up something else. He felt a
familiar twitch in his pants and a throb of excitement.

"I guess we're in no hurry," Mrs. Thompson smiled.

"Okay, you have an hour." Hunter's dad sighed then took a sip of his
drink. Looking straight at Hunter, he added, "Don't be late."

Hunter quickly answered, "We won't!"

Devon smiled and gave Hunter's arm a tug. Grinning, they hurried off toward
the other two boys.

* * * *

"You sure we're far enough away and they won't be able to hear us?" Hunter
asked as they pushed through some brush into a small clearing. He could
hear the sound of the ocean and worried his mom and dad were still too
close and they might catch on.

"I'm sure," Raphael said with a hint of a smile.

The four boys stopped. Hunter looked up to see three palm trees had formed
a canopy that was now blocking the early evening light. The ground was
littered with a few dead palm leaves but otherwise was mostly sand.

Hunter heard the raspy sound of a zipper. By the time he found where it
came from, Raphael already had it down and was reaching for the top button
on his shorts. He shot Devon a quick look.

Devon rolled his eyes. "Quit worrying," he said. He gave Hunter an amused
look and eagerly got down on his knees. Raphael got into position in front
of him.

Hunter looked at Manuel. The younger boy seemed almost as hesitant as
Hunter. Things seemed to be moving a little too fast for both of them.

"Okay, get it out," Devon smiled and looked up at Raphael.

Raphael pushed his shorts and underwear down, they settled around his
ankles. He reached for his dick and gave it little shake. The thing flopped
up and down just inches from Devon's face.

Hunter saw Devon's eyes light up.

"Ready, my friend?" Raphael asked a minute later after having stroked
himself hard.

"Yeah, bring it on," Devon said happily.

Both Hunter and Manuel watched as Raphael eased forward and pushed the fat
knob of his cock past Devon's lips. Then he slipped the rest into his
mouth. There was a bulge where the head pushed against his cheek. Hunter
and Manuel watched for a couple of minutes as Devon went to work on the
thing. It was clear he'd met his match with its size. He struggled to take
it all. Eventually Devon must have tired of the effort because he let
Raphael take charge. He just opened wide, closed his eyes, and let him
fuck.

Hunter glanced over at Manuel. He seemed mesmerized by the show his older
cousin was putting on. The boy stared as Raphael pushed his thing in and
out of Devon's mouth with an easy, flowing motion. It was obvious to Hunter
that Manuel was enjoying watching. Hunter saw Manuel's right hand drifted
lower. Before long he was rubbing the front of his shorts.

Hunter was still hesitant. "It would only be my second time," Hunter
remembered he'd said earlier. That probably meant that if anything was
going to happen with the younger boy, it would be up to Hunter to make the
first move. As they watched the other boys getting it on, Hunter decided he
didn't want Manuel to end up just standing by while his older cousin had
all the fun.

Manuel looked over at Hunter and the boy's eyes met. Hunter couldn't quite
read what he was thinking but he looked like he was almost begging for
it. Hunter put aside his worries.

"Over here," he whispered, walking past Manuel to a spot behind one of the
trees.

Manuel followed, looking nervous.

"Don't worry, Devon says I'm really good at this," Hunter joked. He reached
for the button on the boy's shorts. "How do you want to do it?" he asked
softly.

"Can I sit down?" Manuel nodded toward the base of the tree.

Hunter agreed.

Manual sat down with his back resting against the tree. When he was settled
he spread his legs.

Hunter got on his knees and finished with the button and then the
zipper. "You'll have to pull `em down."

Manuel raised his butt and wriggled his shorts and underwear down. He was
already hard and the thing was tight against his stomach.

Hunter got down and reached for Manuel's cock. He stroked it a couple of
times and scooted closer. Seeing he needed to get lower he got down on his
stomach. He stuck out his tongue and gave the thing a slow lick from the
base to the top. That brought an instant reaction, Manuel moaned softly.

Turning slightly, Hunter did the same thing again leaving a sloppy, wet
trail from the kid's balls up to the crown. The third time he did it,
Hunter felt the boy's hands settle on his head. Manuel seemed to want more
than just a tongue. Hunter moved so he was at the proper height, opened his
mouth and went down on him. He eased half the boy's dick into his mouth
before he closed his lips and then gave the thing a long, slurping suck.

"Oh," Manuel moaned.

Moving his tongue in a circle, Hunter swirled it around the shaft and then
sucked on the knob as hard as he could. That caused Manuel to lift his ass
off the ground and try to stuff his dick in a little deeper. Hunter sucked
a few more times and then took a break.

The Mexican boy's penis was nearly perfect Hunter mused as he moved off it
and gave it a close look. The knob was nicely shaped with a flared
edge. "Like a baby mushroom," Hunter thought and then smiled. The tip was
coated with a layer of spit and a tiny pearl of boy juice peeked out from
the slit. Hunter gave the shaft a few firm strokes and then sucked the
slender rod. When he once again returned to the head he gave it very slow
lick. Manuel squirmed as Hunter varied licks, sucks, slurps, and strokes to
slowly bring the boy closer and closer to shooting. He could tell Manuel's
cock was growing more sensitive by the way he was squirming. Hunter
chuckled to himself. He thought all Manuel's wiggling would probably leave
him with an uncomfortable amount of sand in his crack.

Manuel's breathing was growing more ragged, and the pressure of his hands
on Hunter's head increased. For only being his second time, Manuel seemed
to be quickly learning the things that he liked. His moans were proof that
he was enjoying himself.

The rhythmic sound of the ocean faded into the background and was replaced
with that of teen boys having sex. It turned out Raphael was even more of a
moaner than his younger cousin. The sounds of his grunts and groans easily
carried to where Hunter was busy with Manuel.

Hunter liked the feel of the young boy's cock in his mouth. Manuel was
smaller than Devon, but not by much. The difference between the two dicks
was the shaft. Devon's was a bit thicker and this boy was slender. Hunter
found that because Manuel was smaller, he didn't have to work so hard and
his jaw didn't get so sore.

Hunter took a quick break and used his hand. "Stand Up," he whispered.

Manuel got to his feet.

Hunter fondled the boy's nuts with one hand and reached around with his
other to feel Manuel's ass. Manuel tilted the head of his cock down and
eased it toward Hunter's mouth. He was eager to get back to
business. Hunter felt the warm thing slip inside and then Manuel started a
rhythmic fucking motion. Both seemed to like the new position. Hunter was
enjoying the fact that Manuel was now comfortable enough that he went after
what he wanted. It was obvious, he wanted to fuck.

As Manuel used his mouth, Hunter wondered if he'd be able to deep throat
the boy. "If I can, it'll drive him nuts!"

Manuel naturally pushed in further with each stroke, and Hunter managed to
relax his mouth and throat enough to allow him to go deeper. Hunter used
his hands on Manuel's front and back to guide the speed of his thrusts; at
one point Hunter pushed back to slow him down and another he pulled him
forward to speed him up.

When Manuel changed to a slow and leisurely pace Hunter cupped the kid's
ass cheeks with both hands. He pulled it open and ran a finger up and down
the boy's crack. Seconds later he lightly teased his butt hole. Manuel
loved it. When he felt the time was finally right, Hunter gently pulled the
boy toward him, burying the cock in his throat. This time Hunter held him
tightly in place. Hunter knew Manuel's dick was in as far as it would go
because his nose was buried in Manuel's crotch hair.

"Oooooooh," Manuel moaned softly, his hands gripping Hunter's head tighter
than ever making sure his cock stayed deep in Hunter's throat.

Hunter gulped and pulled in a breath of air when he felt the boy pull his
dick back slightly. Then Manuel pushed in with an almost animal-like
grunt. When he did it a second time, Hunter felt the head of the boy's cock
twitch. The third time he pushed it in, Hunter knew for sure it was about
to happen.

Hunter managed to pull back just enough for one more breath before Manuel
groaned and roughly pulled his head forward for the last time. With a deep
grunt Manual started to cum.

The first volley hit the back of Hunter's throat, the second veered off to
the left side, and the third landed right in the middle. The spurts of warm
cream coated his tongue and puffed out his cheeks. The stuff came out with
so fast it quickly filled his mouth. He just managed to swallow the first
load when more was on its way. Manuel was totally emptying his balls.

As he neared the end, Manuel grunted and rabbit fucked Hunter's mouth a few
more times as if to make sure he'd delivered every drop. Then he slowed and
finally stopped. Hunter tried to look up but couldn't bend his neck far
enough with Manuel's cock still deep in his throat.

A moment later, Manuel slowly pulled the thing back. As the boy's dick
slipped from his mouth Hunter relaxed. He looked up and smiled at Manuel
and then playfully took the slippery thing in his hand. With Manuel
watching, he licked every inch until it was clean.

"How was that?" Hunter finally asked with a smile, more than a little
pleased with himself.

Manuel smiled. "Much better than Raphael," he chuckled.

"Raphael?"

Manuel shrugged. "The first one I ever got was from him."

"Is that what he meant when he said it wouldn't be the first time you had
kept a secret from your uncle?"

Manuel reached down for his pants. "Uh huh. But, except for that one time,
I'm always the one on my knees," he said softly.

Hunter got to his feet. "So you do stuff with him?"

Manuel pulled his zipper up. "Well, sometimes Raphael misses his
girlfriend." He sighed.

Hunter didn't know what to say, but he was worried about his new
friend. "You could say no," he finally answered.

Manual grinned. "I didn't say that I didn't like it," he giggled.

Hunter smiled. He quickly undid his shorts and pushed them down. It only
took a couple of strokes and he was hard. "So, want to try mine?" he
chuckled.

Manuel gave Hunter another grin and eagerly reached for his dick.

* * * *

"What a day, huh?" Hunter said as he rolled onto his side and looked across
the bedroom to where Devon was fluffing his pillow.

Devon had just gotten back from his shower and was getting ready to go to
sleep.

"Yeah," Devon laughed, giving his pillow another punch. "Who would have
thought we'd end up doing stuff with those guys?" Devon was smiling.

"Too bad we have to leave tomorrow."

"Yeah, it would have been cool to get with them again." Devon settled down
in his bed. "Thanks for bringing me along," Devon whispered, rolling onto
his side and staring across the room at Hunter. "It's been awesome!"

Hunter grinned. "Yeah, it sure has. It's been fun." He giggled.

"What are you going to tell Jordon?" Devon asked softly, pulling his knees
up and tucking a hand between his legs.

"I was supposed to tell him everything. That was the deal," Hunter
shrugged.

"Well, maybe he doesn't need to know about the cousins."

Hunter felt uneasy. "We'll see," he finally answered.

It was quiet for a couple of minutes.

"Want to come over here?" Devon whispered.

Hunter looked at Devon and felt a tingle of excitement. "Yeah, but I don't
think I could do it again, if that's what you're thinking." He glanced to
where Devon was rubbing himself. The memory of the huge load of cum Hunter
had emptied into Manuel's mouth convinced him he'd need more time before
trying it again.

"That's okay." Devon smiled sweetly. "We don't have to mess around. Just
come and cuddle."

Hunter got up and double checked that the bedroom door was locked before
snuggling in next to Devon. Seconds later they had their arms and legs
wrapped around one another. The kisses were unhurried and uncomplicated.

Hunter felt Devon's hand feel him up, but Devon didn't seem to be trying to
get him hard. As Devon touched him there, Hunter did the same for
Devon. Between the kisses and the touches, it turned into a very tender
moment.

The kissing continued a little longer, but then the long day of activity,
warm sun, and previous encounter with the cousins caught up with them. The
light faded and sleep overtook both boys.

* * * *

Hunter woke hours later just as the sun was coming up. Devon had an arm
draped over Hunter's chest and he was snuggled tight against him. Hunter
turned so that he could run his fingers through the sleeping boy's hair.

"You're look so cute when you're sleeping," Hunter whispered and broke into
a wide smile.

He lightly ran his finger down the side of Devon's neck to his bare
shoulder, and then down his arm. He stared at Devon for at least ten
minutes trying to memorize the look of every inch of him.

Hunter felt a familiar urge. "Got to go," he sighed and carefully slid out
from under Devon's arm. He crawled off the bed and headed for the
bathroom. Just as he reached the door Devon stirred.

"Where ya going?" he mumbled.

"To pee." Hunter looked back.

Devon rolled onto his back and scratched himself. "Sounds like a good
idea." He yawned.

Hunter wasn't surprised when Devon padded into the bathroom. Hunter had
already pushed down his underwear and had a stream going when Devon edged
in next to him. Devon glanced at Hunter's ass, then lowered his own
underwear and pulled his dick out.

Both boys chuckled as their trickles of pee crisscrossed a couple of times
and then joined together in one mighty stream.

* * * *

"I'll get the boys up and make sure they start to pack," Mr. Thompson said
to his wife draining the last of his morning coffee. "We don't want to be
late getting to the airport."

"And make sure they make their beds," Mrs. Thompson was already getting
bowls out for the boy's cereal.

Mr. Thompson gave the bedroom door one quick knock and walked in. He was
surprised to see both beds empty. He glanced at the balcony door and saw it
was closed and locked. That only left the spare bedroom and the bathroom.

As he stepped into the hall, Mr. Thompson heard laughter coming from the
bathroom. Puzzled he knocked once on the bathroom door and turned the
knob. There stood Hunter and Devon in front of the toilet with their
underwear down at their knees. They were peeing but also playing in a way
that seemed suspicious.

"Oh, uh, here you are," Mr. Thompson stammered.

The boys turned with surprised looks on their faces.

"We need to get going, so hurry up in here. Oh, and Hunter, your mom said
to remind you to make sure you guys make your beds."

Before the boys could answer, Mr. Thompson hurried out and closed the door.

Walking down the hall Mr. Thompson thought about what he'd just seen. "It's
nothing," he decided. But then he recalled his wife's worries of a few days
earlier that there might be something going on between the boys. Now, he
wasn't quite so sure.

"Are the boys up?" Mrs. Thompson asked as she set the table for breakfast.

"Uh, yeah, they're getting ready," Mr. Thompson replied softly and reached
for his coffee cup.

"It'll be good to get back home and see Jordon." Mrs. Thompson returned to
the stove where she scrambled some eggs.

"Yeah, it sure will," Mr. Thompson replied, pouring a second cup of
coffee. But his mind wasn't on home or Jordon as he glanced back down the
hall.

* * * *

Even after several hours in flight, Hunter found he still couldn't
relax. He looked at his mom and dad seated in the row right in front of him
and his stomach fluttered. "Wonder what he's telling her?" Hunter worried
when he saw his dad lean close and softly say something to his
mom. Literally being caught with his pants down was embarrassing enough,
but being caught standing next to another naked boy was sure to raise
questions.

Hunter looked at Devon. "I have to pee," he sighed and reached for his
seatbelt.

"Again?" Devon chuckled. "Want me to come and help?"

Hunter gave him a look. "Yeah, right!" he said with some sarcasm.

Devon gave him a smile and a wink.

* * * *

Hunter was glad the plane had landed on time. He was tired and eager to get
home.

Jordan and Ana were at the gate to meet them and give them all a ride.

When they got to Devon's house his mom enthusiastically wrapped her son in
a hug. Devon looked a little uncomfortable to be getting that much
attention from his mom. He seemed even more uncomfortable when she leaned
in with a kiss. He just managed to turn his face to the side so the kiss
landed on his cheek.

"Mom..." he whined. "Stop it, okay?" He squirmed to get out of the hug.

At the Thompson's house Jordan had helped to carry in the luggage and Ana
insisted on making some tea for Hunter's mom. His dad had gotten himself a
beer and Hunter a soda.

"So how was the trip?" Jordan smiled as he settled on the couch next to
Hunter.

The stories went on for almost an hour.

* * * *

There was a soft knock on his bedroom door just as Hunter was closing his
eyes.

"You asleep?" Jordan whispered as he stepped inside.

"Yes," Hunter giggled. It had become something of a game they had played
over the years.

"Okay, I won't stay then." Jordan laughed.

Jordon walked over and rested his arms on the mattress of Hunter's loft
bed. "You were kind of quiet toward the end tonight." Hunter knew Jordan
was referring to the stories about the vacation.

"Just a little tired I guess."

Jordan brushed a tuft of hair away from Hunter's eyes. "Did you have a good
time?" he asked tenderly.

Hunter broke into a smile. "The best," he whispered.

"Devon?"

Hunter nodded.

"You can tell me all about it tomorrow." Jordan smiled.

It was quiet for a moment.

"Jordan?"

"Yeah?"

"I think he's really special," Hunter said softly.

Jordan softly touched his brother and he sat up. As they hugged Jordan gave
Hunter's back a couple of rubs. The message was clear, Hunter knew he was
loved.

"Time for you to get some sleep," Jordan said, easing Hunter back down.

"Night," Hunter smiled sweetly.

"Night," Jordan answered tenderly.

* * * *

It was a week later that Hunter's secret came out. He was in his room lying
on the floor playing a video game when his mom and dad walked through the
open door. Hunter looked up, curious as to what was going on.

"I think we need to talk," his dad said gently, pulling out Hunter's desk
chair and sitting down.

Hunter's mom settled on the floor next to him. As she did, Hunter felt his
stomach turn.

"Your mom and I had a talk with Jordan yesterday," his dad began. "We've
been a little worried about you."

Hunter didn't say anything.

"We noticed how close you've gotten with Devon."

Hunter looked at his dad and then his mom. "He's my friend," Hunter
squeaked.

"I know, honey," his mom said softly and put her arm around him.

Hunter's heart was pounding and he felt a bit weak.

"We told Jordan we were worried and asked him for his advice. He didn't
want to say much, but in the end he said that you might have something you
wanted to tell us, but weren't quite ready," his dad explained.

Hunter trembled ever so slightly and his stomach felt queasy.

"Is it about Devon?" his mom asked gently.

It was then that Hunter knew that they knew. He didn't blame Jordan, Hunter
had figured his folks were catching on and that sooner or later they'd know
for sure. He just didn't think it would be this soon.

"I like him a lot," Hunter whispered, staring down at the floor.

He paused and then looked at his mom. "I like him the same way that Jordan
likes Ana," he said so softly he could barely hear the words.

Mr. Thompson let out a breath. Hunter hadn't noticed he'd been holding it.

Hunter saw his parents exchange a look.

His mom turned and pulled him closer, wrapping both arms around him. "Are
you sure?"

Hunter felt like he was going to cry. "Uh huh," he managed, his voice
catching in his throat.

Hunter looked over to see his dad getting out of the chair and joining them
on the floor. He too wrapped his arms around Hunter. Nothing more was
said. There weren't any words. The tears came.

"It's all right," his mom said again and again as she rocked him in her
arms.

The many weeks of worry poured out of Hunter in a river of tears and
wrenching sobs.

"We love you so much," his dad managed through tears of his own. "We just
want you to be happy."

* * * *

It was several weeks later.

"Did you tell your mom yet?" Hunter flopped face down on his bed.

Devon was staying over and the boys had just finished watching a pre-season
football game on TV.

"Yeah," Devon said as he crawled in next to Hunter. "She was really
surprised." He laughed.

"Did you get into trouble?"

"She said she wants me to talk to our preacher, I'm guessing she's hoping
he'll change my mind. But I think deep down she knows that talking to him
won't make any difference."

"Is she mad at you?"

"Nah, more like disappointed."

Hunter turned to face Devon. "But she still let you come over." He giggled.

"Yeah, she says other than the other stuff, you're a good influence on me
the way you keep reminding me to do my homework and shit like that. But she
told me I had to behave myself!"

Hunter chuckled.

Devon drew closer. He lightly touched Hunter's cheek. "So what do your mom
and dad think about us staying in the same room?"

"I got `the talk.'"

"From your dad?"

Hunter laughed. "No, from Jordan. He told mom and dad he'd handle
things. He said they were glad to let him take over. He said they were
really embarrassed."

"Jordan's hot, I'd definitely do him!" Devon laughed.

Hunter punched Devon's arm. "Cut that out, he's my brother!"

Devon giggled. He put a leg over Hunter's and snuggled closer. "So, what
did Jordan say?"

"Well, besides the usual stuff, he said to watch out because you're a horny
little pervert." Hunter teased.

"Pervert, huh?" Devon snickered and reached for the top button on Hunter's
jeans.

Hunter pushed his tummy closer, so Devon could unzip him. "Yeah, and he
said I better be careful or you'd take advantage of me." Hunter grinned.

Devon pulled Hunter's zipper down. "Your brother's pretty smart," Devon
giggled.

Hunter felt Devon's hand slip under the waistband of his underwear and fish
around for his dick. When he found it he gently wrapped his hand around
it. "Want me to stop?" Devon chuckled.

Hunter slowly shook his head, `no.'

Devon moved his lips closer and Hunter closed his eyes.

* * * *

The horn sounded and Hunter jumped out of his seat with a yell. "Hell
yeah!" He punched the air with his fist and watched as his brother took a
victory lap around the ice.

"Jordan's really kicking ass," Devon yelled in Hunter's ear so he could be
heard over the roar of the crowd.

"Yeah, that's two goals in a row!" Hunter hollered back.

Mr. and Mrs. Thompson were just as pleased, but not quite so animated.

Sitting back down, Hunter thought back to the trip to Mexico six months
earlier. He looked at Devon and winked. Devon laughed. Hunter had finally
gotten his growth spurt and between growing a couple of inches taller and
working out with Jordan, he was now leaner and more muscled. Devon had kept
his word about helping him and the boys had enrolled in a swimming program
at the YMCA so they could continue after the city pool closed for the
season.

As the college band started up Hunter took another look at Devon. "That
smile, oh my God, what a wonderful smile." At that moment Hunter realized
he was the happiest he'd ever been in his life.

* * * *

Late that same night, Hunter snuck out of bed and made his way down to the
family room to watch TV. It was a Friday, so he knew he could sleep in late
the next morning. Besides, he wanted to wait up for Jordan. He pulled a
blanket around himself and got comfortable. His hand brushed against his
sleep pants and he gave them a rub. They were soft and comfy, and he liked
the room they gave his cock. He reached over and gave his nuts a feel.

Perhaps a half hour had gone by when Hunter heard the back door open and
close, and then footsteps. A couple of minutes later Jordan came down the
stairs.

Hunter could tell he was surprised to see him. "Hey, squirt," Jordan smiled
and settled on the sofa next to him. "Out of bed kind of late aren't you?"

"I wanted to wait up and tell you what a great game it was."

Jordan took his jacket off. He pulled the corner of the blanket up and
scooted under snuggling close.

Hunter rested his head against his brother's shoulder.

"You were out with Ana after the game, huh?"

"Yeah," Jordan sighed. "We had a great time."

Hunter figured that was Jordan's way of saying he'd gotten a lot more than
a good night kiss, but he decided that he wouldn't ask.

The two sat for a minute enjoying that they seemed to have the whole house
to themselves.

"So, are you going to marry her?" Hunter whispered. He'd seen how Ana and
his brother had been virtually inseparable the last few months.

Hunter looked up just as Jordan looked down. Their eyes met and they stared
at one another.

"I'm thinking about it," Jordan said softly. "But don't tell Mom and Dad."

The brothers had kept each other's secrets ever since they were little. "I
won't," Hunter promised.

Hunter snuggled a little closer. "You must really love her."

"What makes you say that?"

"I see the way you look at her and the way she looks back. I can just
tell."

Jordan put his arm around his brother and gave him a hug.

It was quiet again.

Then out of the blue, "I'm going to marry Devon some day," Hunter announced
with confidence.

Jordan got a surprised look. "You are?"

"Yup. I love him," Hunter whispered.

"Hunter, you're still thirteen. It's going to be a long time before you're
old enough."

"So?"

"So, a lot can happen in that time."

"I already know he's the one," Hunter looked up again.

Jordan thought a moment. "Maybe he is. I'm just saying take your time, keep
an open mind. You might meet somebody you like even better than Devon."

Hunter wasn't convinced.

"Come here," Jordan chuckled and playfully pulled Hunter into his lap. He
gave him a little tickle, and Hunter giggled. Then Jordan gave him a long
hug.

Hunter made a soft purring sound.

Jordan ended the hug with a soft kiss to Hunter's forehead. "Well, no
matter what happens, you'll always have me."

Hunter looked up and smiled.



The End



****

Thanks to all those who have stayed with us to the end and those that have
written to give me encouragement. A special thanks to Andrew for help with
editing and story ideas. Also thanks Jon B. for our fun brainstorm chats
that often led to interesting twists in this or others stories that either
of us might be working on at the time... If you enjoyed this, write me at
Playbuddy123@yahoo.com
Jon D.