Date: Sat, 1 Apr 2006 00:33:47 +0800
From: YoDawgs Bl.net <yodawgs.blnet@gmail.com>
Subject: Search for Conscience, Chapter 7

I know that the chapters are distributed in very short sections. It's my
style of writing. I feel that it somehow prolongs the story, giving me
opportunities to correct my work and maybe introduce a different trend in
the story. Thanks very much to those who supported me, you won't be
forgotten.

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Chapter 7: More massages and a transfer.

Cody enjoyed the delicious breakfast and savoured every morsel that was on
his plate, resulting in an almost spotless dish at the end of the meal. He
curled up on the cushioned chair with a wooden base, and cuddled up against
Sean, interlocking both fingers over Sean's side, cherishing the smell of
fresh detergent and the all-too-familiar pine cone odour that the whole
family seemed to adore, emanating from Sean's clothing. He nuzzled his face
against Sean's left armpit and Sean started giggling, gently nudging him
away. In front of them, Regina picked at her food demurely, as was her
habit, while John sipped at the remnants of his morning coffee.

Cody's two step-parents eventually finished their meal. Cody straightened
up and looked expectantly at them, endeavouring to keep a straight face,
for Sean was digging him in the ribs with his index finger. John set down
his coffee cup and scrutinized them. He finally opened his mouth. Cody was
bursting with impatience. He waited. With beating heart.

"Right, then." John said. "Regina and I were discussing whether it would be
best for you to change schools, and perhaps enroll in Sean's school. It
would be better in terms of relationship amongst siblings, but the
limitation is that you may miss your friends there. We then decided to
leave it to your very own jurisdiction. I would advise you to think
extremely carefully before deciding. We don't want any regrets arising from
this. Of course, you may discuss with your new step-brother, and give us
the ultimatum. Now, it would also be good if..."

He was abruptly interrupted by a loud cry of "Yes, Please!" from a widely
smiling Cody, Sean with an equally stunning grin beside him.

"Thank you, thank you, John!" Cody could hardly contain his excitement. He
felt himself trembling with exuberance and joy.

"Okay, then. That's done. We'll have you transferred immediately after the
holidays. Do be prepared, won't you?"

"Oh, I will indeed, John. Thanks so much!" Cody turned to Sean, who was
looking down at him with a radiant smile.

The two youths brought their hands together in a high-five, and took off
running up the stairs again, leaving resounding thuds as the wooden
staircase was abused. John glanced over at Regina. They made eye-contact,
and both looked down to avoid laughing. They smiled inevitably, however.

Sean's T-shirt was pulled over his head almost immediately, after the door
slammed with a reverberating thud, revealing the chest and stomach that
Cody adored so much. Cody could not help, but stare at the scores of
freckles that etched the wonderful torso that was but a few feet away from
him.

"Ahh, that feel's good!" Sean whispered, his neatly spiked up hair slightly
tousled by the sudden robust removal of his top. "I hate wearing clothes at
home, especially shirts. They make me feel claustrophobic." He added. Cody
voiced his agreement with a "Mm Hmm."

"Now where were we?" Sean looked expectantly at Cody. "I want that back
massage!"

He shuffled over to Cody's unused bed, leaving the sound of sparkling
static, as his socks rubbed against the carpeted floor. With a soft sigh,
he threw himself onto the bed, and stretched his arms out above his head,
making a "W", the centre of the alphabet being his sideways-turned
head. Cody was only too happy to oblige, and was sitting atop the bottom
part of Sean's back in the timeframe of a few seconds. He was just about to
press his fingers into Sean's skin when Sean suddenly said,

"Wait. There's a bottle of Johnson's baby lotion there. Could you maybe,
like, use it while you're massaging me? It makes the action less rough."

Cody swiveled his head round, and spotted the medium sized pink bottle in a
lying position, on the side table. In an instant, he had grabbed it,
although stretching a little, and squeezed a load onto Sean's shoulders and
back. Sean gasped loudly.

"Aaah! Cold!" he cried, writhing and squirming a little. Cody ignored the
normative statement, and started to rub it all over Sean's back.

"Ooooh," Sean sighed. "That feels really... Ahhhhh," he moaned, cutting
himself off, as Cody began to apply pressure, in a greater magnitude, onto
his shoulder blades and onto the sinewy valley of the back between the
shoulder blades.

Cody did notice that it was much smoother than the night before and during
the morning, when he had massaged Sean. The action of massaging, with the
added lubricant, made Sean's skin feel even silkier than it was. Coupled
with Sean's gentle groans, moans and sighs, he felt a strange sense of
homeliness and adoration for the spread-eagled boy beneath him. He leant
forward and inhaled the refreshing scent of the lotion, and was surprised
as the pine-cone smell that he loved so much, was blended in with the
spice. He moved onto Sean's spine, causing Sean to arch his back and thrust
out his chest toward the blanket, as he groaned loudly.

"Merk, has anyone ever done this to you before?" No answer. Sean was too
lost in another world to respond.

Cody suddenly dug his fingers into Sean's ribs, bringing the boy back from
his dreamy world. He started, and shied away violently with each dig of
Cody's stiff fingers. He didn't giggle audibly like when Cody tickled him
in the morning, but rather silently laughed, his peals coming out in
whispers, as his mouth was opened wide and his eyes squeezed shut in
angst. Cody was relentless, and only subsided after thirty seconds of
torture. He noticed Sean's subdued responses, and decided that it was
enough. He resumed massaging, eliciting immediate moans from Sean again. He
asked the question again, and this time, Sean responded quickly.

"No. I saw it on television and always asked my sister to do it for me, but
she never would. I still wonder why." He replied, before panting loudly as
Cody dug his knuckles into Sean's upper back, stiffening with the
sensation. Cody continued the trend for five more groaning and moaning
minutes, before deciding to give his aching fingers a break.

"Merk, turn over. I wanna do your front again." He begged.

Sean obliged. With one swift motion, he pushed Cody off him, and used his
hands as a fulcrum to rotate his body, so that his torso faced upwards. As
quick as he had shoved Cody off, he pulled him back on again. Cody
observed, with delight, the rippling of Sean's abdominal muscles, and also
the expansion of the chest muscles, as a result of the effort of pulling
him back on again. As sudden as he had pulled Cody back onto his stomach,
Sean released his grip on Cody, whimpering softly. Initially, Cody was
unable to ascertain the reason as to why Sean seemed to be in pain, but it
slowly dawned on him, that the effort of lifting an eighty-pound entity was
too much for Sean's aching muscles to withstand. Cody immediately began to
knead his knuckles against Sean's armpits and shoulders, feeling the
tension in that area ease with each hard press.

"Oh, ahhhhh..." Sean moaned, as Cody loosened the tension in his biceps,
before yet again going to work on his shoulders. Cody realized that he had
forgotten the lotion, and yet again depressed the cover, sending a string
of pink coloured viscous liquid onto Sean's chest, resulting in a soft howl
of "Cold, Cold!" as Sean squirmed uncomfortably. He smeared the lotion over
Sean's front, paying attention to the midriff, before running his fingers
over the shoulders and chest, lingering on Sean's pink nipples. As Sean
shut his eyes in ecstasy, Cody again felt a thrill of lust, when he noticed
the numerous amounts of freckles on the older boy's shoulders and
chest. Speechlessness took him, and he nearly choked with the effort to
speak.

"Sean, I'm jealous." He managed to blurt out.

"Ohh, why?" Sean sighed.

"It's coz you have such a nice body, whereas I pale in comparison to
you. Just look at me. I don't have your well shaped chest, I don't have
your muscular stomach, and most of all, I will never have those lovely
freckles of yours."

He wondered what someone would think, if they walked into the room at that
moment. It was the sight of a blonde boy, sitting on a half-naked brown
haired pre-teen's stomach, with knees on either side of the older boy, and
hands on the boy's chest. What would one think? The thoughts ran through
Cody's mind, as he looked deeply and sorrowfully into Sean's eyes. The sun
shined through a slit in the curtains, and the gentle whooshing sound of
cars passing occasionally stimulated Cody's eardrums.

Sean was silent for a few seconds, his chest heaving slightly, with his
short breaths. When he opened his mouth, Cody could notice that it was with
much caution before he spoke.

"But, Cody, I think your body's much nicer than mine! I remember having a
good look at you this morning, when we woke up." He blushed at this
statement, before continuing "and I really wished I was you, at that
time. Everything about you is so beautiful. I couldn't resist running my
fingers over your chest and touching those large, pink, cute tits you
have." He blushed even deeper.

Cody was surprised. The feeling soon dissipated, and a new emotion was
introduced; fondness and attachment. He gently laid his head down in the
middle of Sean's chest, feeling the hard bone, the foundation of the rib
cage. Sean convulsed a little, and tittered with mirth, as Cody's blonde
hair brushed against his chest, causing goose bumps to form. There were a
few moments of silence, before he spoke again.

"We've only known each other for less than a day, and somehow, I feel that
a bond has formed between us. You're not going to go away, are you? I need
you all. I need your family." He felt tears beginning to prickle the sides
of his eyes. His voice broke at the final sentence.

"First of all Cody, it's not my family. It's OUR family. You belong here as
much as I do. Cody, we'll always be here. Nothing's going to take us away
from you, and vice versa. I know that you've gone through a lot of pain in
the last three months. I couldn't imagine what I would do if I were placed
in that situation. You're a brave person, Cody, and I feel honoured to have
you in this family."

Cody was aware that his hair was being slowly and gently stroked by Sean,
isolating the individual whitish-blonde strands. He savoured the moment,
before saying with much relief,

"I love you, Sean. You're the brother I never had."

He raised himself up, and began massaging Sean's abdomen, feeling the
rippling of the muscles. Sean again closed his eyes and started moaning and
muttering in angst. This was going to be a really good family, Cody
observed with happiness, while petting the older boy beneath him. He
pressed deeper into the stomach, this time including the "love-handles" in
his ministrations. Sean groaned loudly, his hands gripping Cody's ribs.