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Chapter 8
Jack's left arm was completely numb. He tried to move it, but couldn't;
something heavy lay across it. He was in that slightly disorientated
state between sleep and full wakefulness and it took him a few seconds
to work out that the soft, naked body pressed up against his own
belonged to his eleven-year-old brother. The two of them had slept
together, cuddled up close, in Jack's single bed.
With his right hand, the only one that he could move, the
sixteen-year-old gently stroked the velvety skin of his brother's arm.
"Alex, time to wake up," he said, softly.
Alex stirred and muttered something inaudible, but showed no sign of
waking.
Jack allowed his hand to venture a little further, caressing his
brother’s chest. It felt so good, being able to touch his brother like
this. His hard cock twitched and he was shocked to realise that his
erection was pressed up between Alex's butt cheeks. He had read stories
of boys fucking each other and had often wondered what it would be like
to try it. He tried to imagine that his dick was actually right up
inside his brother's ass, not just wedged between his cheeks. The image
caused him to feel a sudden stab of guilt that he could even be thinking
something like this, and he quickly dismissed the idea. Unfortunately,
it was not so easy to dismiss the effect this momentary fantasy had on
his erection, which was now harder than ever. Almost automatically his
hand drifted down his brother's body, across the smooth skin of the
youngster's stomach until the tips of his fingers brushed against a
hard, unyielding, preteen morning stiffie. As he wrapped his fingers
around the shaft of Alex's dick, the boy gave a little wriggle and let
out a soft sigh.
"Feel good?" Jack whispered in his brother's ear.
"Uh-huh."
Slowly, Jack continued to stroke Alex's small but perfect cock. The
teenager was in heaven; this was the perfect way to start the day. In
fact, he could happily spend all day like this.
Alex though had other ideas. "Jack, I gotta go pee."
"No you don't," Jack replied, from within a contented haze. "You're just
gettin' ready to shoot. Just let it come."
"No, I really need to pee," Alex insisted. "Besides, I don't shoot yet,
remember?"
"You'd better go then," said Jack, reluctantly letting go of Alex's
joystick. "I suppose it's time we were getting up anyway," he grumbled.
As Alex rolled out of the bed and hurried to the door, Jack
experimentally moved his left arm, grimacing at the pain of returning
circulation. He flexed it a few times then decided to try and ignore the
discomfort and concentrate on more pressing matters. The fingers of his
fully mobile right hand wrapped themselves tightly around his own
hardness, causing him to let out a contented groan. As he slowly stroked
up and down his excited shaft he remembered how good Alex's erection had
felt between his fingers. He knew it wouldn't take long to bring himself
off and he debated whether to go ahead or wait until his younger brother
returned; maybe Alex could be persuaded to lend a hand. This thought
caused his dick to throb and he quickly released it before he passed the
point of no return. He'd wait for Alex, he decided, with a grin.
Suddenly there was a shriek from somewhere outside of the room. Jack was
on his feet in an instant, all thoughts of morning masturbation
forgotten. Ignoring his own nudity and his bobbing erection, he charged
out of the bedroom and onto the landing. There was no one in sight. Then
the unmistakable sound of Alex's giggling came from the bathroom,
followed immediately by an angry outburst from Chris.
"Get out of here you little pervert."
Relieved that no one was being murdered, but with his heart still
beating twenty to the dozen, Jack went quickly into the bathroom.
"What's going on? You scared me half to death."
Chris was standing in the bath, naked but for a facecloth clutched
tightly over his privates. He'd obviously been about to take a shower
when he had been disturbed by Alex bursting in to use the toilet. Alex
was just standing there, laughing, totally unfazed by the fourteen-year-old's
angry outburst, his own small cock as stiff as ever.
Rushing in on this scene, Jack became suddenly aware that he also was
naked and hard. A sudden thrill went through him; Chris was looking at
his erection.
For a moment, Chris didn't speak, his eyes glued to Jack's stiff tool.
Then he let out a groan and looked away, blushing. "I'm living in a
house full of perverts. Why is everyone walking around in the nude?"
"I didn't know you were in here," said Alex defensively. "You should
have locked the door. I need to pee." He turned his attention to the
toilet and ignoring his audience, he began taking care of business.
"I don't believe this," said Chris as he watched his younger brother
relieve himself. "Just get it done with and get out of here. You too."
This last part was directed at Jack.
Jack had been busy burning the scene into his mind. It had been years
since he had last seen Chris wearing as little as this. The older teen
would have loved to have seen what was concealed behind that face cloth,
but even with the best bits still covered up, Jack thought his brother
was beautiful. Chris' body was even more perfectly proportioned than
Jack had imagined, with his slim but muscular chest, tight stomach and
strong legs. The sixteen-year-old vowed that whatever it took, whatever
he had to do, one day he would get his hands on that body.
"Come on, guys," Chris' anger had turned to pleading. "I want to take my
shower. Give me a little privacy, won't ya?"
"Yeah, sorry," Jack apologised. "C'mon, Alex. Be quick and finish."
"Nearly done." Alex took his time shaking off the last drops, then he
flushed the toilet and giving Chris a wide, cheeky grin, he sauntered
out.
With a final quick glance at Chris' sexy body, Jack followed Alex.
Out on the landing, Alex was still grinning. "I saw Chris' dick," he
said, excitedly. "Just for a second, before he covered it up."
"You did?" Jack was instantly envious.
"Yeah. It wasn't as big as yours though, and he doesn't have as much
hair as you."
"Well, I'm older than he is," Jack explained. "But best not to mention
anything about it in front of Chris, you know how shy he is about
anything like that. And you'd better not tell anyone how we slept in the
same bed last night."
"Not even Jamie?"
"No, not even Jamie."
Alex looked disappointed. "I guess I won't if you don't want me to. But
Jamie would be so jealous if he found out."
"Why would Jamie be jealous?"
"'Cos he thinks you're really cool. Especially after you let us watch
you play with yourself and shoot your stuff that time." Alex suddenly
looked guilty. "I shouldn't have told you that. He made me promise not
to say anything to you."
"Don't worry, I won't let on that I know," Jack reassured his brother.
This news had come as a very pleasant surprise. Jack thought back to the
photo session the previous evening and how he had managed to get a feel
of Jamie's preteen equipment. He also remembered how quickly Jamie had
become hard under his fingers. These thoughts were not doing anything to
relieve the problem of his own still aroused tool. "You'd better go put
some shorts or something on until Chris has finished in the bathroom,
then you can go back in and get yourself cleaned up ready for school."
"Aw, you mean I still have to go to school even though Mom's not here?"
"You sure do. If we don't show her that we can behave properly she won't
let us stay on our own again."
"I suppose," said Alex. "Next time Mom and Dad do leave us alone, can I
sleep in your bed again?"
"We'll see," said Jack. "Now go and get those shorts on before Chris
comes out. He might throw another fit if he catches you still naked." He
gave the boy a playful slap across his ass cheeks to help him on his
way.
"Alright, I'm going. At least my thing is not still all hard," Alex
called over his shoulder as he went into his own room.
Sheepishly, Jack glanced down at his crotch and decided that he too had
better cover himself, though it did excite him to know that Chris had
had a really good look at his erection. He would dearly love to know
what thoughts had been going through the boy's head as he stared at his
brother’s hard cock. However, before the teen had a chance to go in
search of a pair of shorts, the telephone began to ring.
At first, Jack was tempted to ignore the ringing until he had put
something on, but decided he had better answer it, just in case it was
something important. The only upstairs extension was in his parents’
bedroom, so that's where he went. It felt a bit strange going in there
totally naked, with his stiff cock bobbing in front of him. Carefully he
sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Jack? It's Mom."
"Oh, hi Mom.” Speaking to his mother whilst naked and hard caused Jack
to feel an irrational stab of embarrassment; he almost felt as if she
were there looking at him. He tried not to think about it. “Did you have
a nice time last night?"
"Not especially, that's why I'm ringing. Margaret's husband, Eric, was
rushed to hospital last night. He's had a severe heart attack."
"Oh? Is he OK?" Jack asked more out of politeness than any real concern.
Margaret and Eric were the friends that his mom and dad had been invited
to stay with after their anniversary meal. It was a good three hours
drive to their home, which was one of the reasons Jack's parents had
decided to spend the night there. Margaret was an old friend of his
mother's; the two of them had grown up together. Jack had met her on a
couple of occasions, but had never met her husband Eric at all. It was
difficult to feel any sort of concern for someone you didn't know.
"It's not looking so good at the moment. As you can imagine, Margaret is
in a terrible state so your father and I have agreed to stay with her
for a couple of days to take care of things and take her backwards and
forwards to the hospital. Her sister can't get here until Saturday or
Sunday, so we'll be staying until then.”
"Don't worry, Mom, you stay as long as you need to. We'll be OK here; I
can take care of things." Jack was both excited and scared at the same
time as he thought about the freedom of having no grown-ups around but
worried about the extra responsibilities he would have.
"Oh no you won't, young man." His mom's voice took on her usual
'no-nonsense' tone. "Staying on your own overnight is one thing, but
managing for a few days is quite another. I shudder to think what sort
of mess things would be in by the time we got back. Your father agrees
with me; you need some responsible adult there to take charge of
things."
Jack's heart sank at this news. He waited expectantly, fearing the
worst. Who did his mother have in mind? Please don't let it be old Mrs.
Merchant from down the road, with her permanent smell of mothballs and
her blue-rinse hair. She used to baby-sit the boys on a regular basis,
and Jack had never forgiven her for the time she had insisted on helping
him bathe; he had been ten at the time and not even his mother had seen
him naked for ages. He'd protested, of course, but she had grabbed him
by the ear, hauled him off to the bathroom and stood over him while he
tearfully removed his clothes and got into the bath, then she had stood
and supervised while he washed himself. He decided there and then that
if it was her his mother had in mind there would be no repeat of that
incident. Obviously she wouldn't be trying anything like that with him
now anyway, but he was damned sure he wasn't going to let her do it to
Alex.
"I was going to ask Mrs. Merchant if she would move in with you for a
couple of days. I know you boys all get on so well with her. But she's
been having such a lot of trouble with her hip recently and I don't want
to impose on her. So I gave your Uncle Andrew a ring and he's agreed to
come over and stay with you."
"Hey, that's great." Jack’s spirits lifted. It wasn't quite as good as
being on their own, but if they had to have someone stay with them he
couldn't think of anyone better than Andy. 'Uncle Andrew' was their
mother's younger brother; much younger in fact, he was only in his early
twenties. Jack's mother had told frequent stories about how
irresponsible her brother was and the boy was surprised to hear that she
trusted him with taking care of her three precious children. Jack
guessed it was more a case of desperation than choice on her part.
"I'm glad you approve," his mother continued, in an icy tone that more
than confirmed Jack's suspicions about her lack of choice in the matter.
"He should arrive sometime this evening, so make sure you all come
straight home from school so that you're there to meet him." She then
went on to give lengthy and detailed instructions about how they were to
do as they were told and not give Uncle Andrew any trouble. It was the
usual stuff that Jack had heard many, many times before and he mentally
switched off, waiting for her to finish. Having Andy around was going to
be cool; he was only six years older than Jack and had always been much
more like a big brother than an uncle. Things might actually turn out
pretty good.
Eventually his mother wound down and after Jack had promised several
times to follow her instructions to the letter, she rang off, saying she
would ring each day to check everything was alright. Jack put down the
phone and went to break the news to his brothers, stopping along the way
to put on a pair of shorts; it wouldn't do to give Chris too many shocks
in one day.
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