Always

Alright I was able to churn out another ch during exams something i never thought would happen. I hope it satisfies it is the first ever explicit scene I have written and I don't know what the heck I'm doing. It feels kind of weird popping my proverbial cherry in such a public forum.Please any feed back would be appreciated. i was a little concerned that it was all too trite and intellectual nad needed to be more sweaty and raw. Let me know.

Aurora-I hope that this is enough of a suprise for you!
To unknown reader-I saw your review about how you were taking this to read and review at a later time. Of course the review was lost with the shortage but I hope you get to this chapter because I think you will like it.


Previously...My lips barely touched his ear as I breathed huskily, “Especially when it’s not me.” I was bubbling with mirth at my joke. And now for the coup de gras, I nipped his lobe pulling on it sharply.

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That certainly had a galvanizing effect on the whole room. Courtenay’s friend shot off the couch running for the door and Caleb’s hips jerked forward rubbing his bulging groin against my hip.
“Oh Caleb you naughty boy! Now you made our guest leave!” I pouted prettily resting my curly mop on his shoulder.
“Sean! Quit it don’t mess around like that. It isn’t funny.” He fumed shoving me off his lap as he stood quickly. He gave me pause because he looked genuinely upset.
“Caleb...I’m sorry I didn’t mean—“ I began reaching out to him.
“No! Just forget it.” he walked briskly out of the room taking the stairs two at a time.
“Sean what’s going on in here...” My mom queried coming to a confused stop in the door way.
“I don’t know mom.” I genuinely was confused. It wasn’t like Caleb to blow up like that. He always used to joke about sexuality like that with me. I found I couldn’t look at my mom I just stared at the cream carpet abstractly picking at it. I knew I needed to get up and go find him. My mom came to sit down beside me on the carpet gently running her fingers through my hair.
“Is everything okay hon?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, well in that case, I want you to go and apologize to your sister. She is very upset with you guys. I know I have talked to you about teasing her so. And you better hurry up before she picks all the brownies out of the ice cream!” She said with a soft smile.
“Mooomm! No one can tear NayNay away from half-baked ice cream.” I groaned. My sister wasn’t called NayNay for nothing. She just can’t seem to say no to food. She will eat for any reason. As you can imagine she is on the pudgy side which is really hard to do with our skinny genes.
“Don’t Mom me she’s upset now go! Love ya!” She kissed my head and got to her feet to wait for me. I followed suit with a growl. We found NayNay desolate over a tub of half-baked B&J ice cream. She kept stabbing at the thing and glaring at me.
“ I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” I sing-songed completely insincere but all the same it was said.
“After all it wasn’t my fault technically since Caleb started it.” I mumbled high-tailing it out of there before my mom could say anything more.
I went up the stairs slowly dreading my confrontation with Caleb. I mean I don’t know what I said or did to offend him and that makes me nervous. As I approached our room I decided caution was the best way to go. I gingerly pushed the door which was standing a jar. As I peeked around the door that’s when I saw him.
Caleb lay on his bed with his comforter pulled up to his chin and his eyes closed. His face was screwed in a faint grimace. He looked more like he was in pain or something. I started to rush in when I heard a tell tale moan. I felt myself blush furiously. I knew that sound because I myself had uttered that sound to dreams of Derek.
Even as I stood there in shock Caleb restlessly pushed his comforter down past his knees unveiling a smooth expanse of rigid muscled flesh. His pants were undone and even as I watched with abated breath one hand languidly delved into the open fabric at his crotch. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but this was Caleb. He was beautiful. I quietly shut the door locking it, and coming to the end of the bed. I stood there silently watching him in his moment of abandon. He cupped the bulge of his arousal and lifted. The pants gaped wide and the full length of his cock was revealed. It was dusky, smooth, and long. So thick and wide, it had to be the biggest I’d ever seen up close.
A tracery of blue veins decorated it, thin and delicate, there just beneath the velvet skin. It looked heavy and hard, curving slightly to the right upon his stomach beneath the hand he still held cupped around its base. The crown was large, but not so large that it was fatter than te thickest part of him. It had a swooping, round ridge that led up to the hole upon the very crest.
A small drop of clear, glistening liquid wept from the hole and slowly trailed down over the fat head.
My eyes followed it, hypnotized. Some part of me couldn’t believe that I was actually watching my brother jerk off and getting turned on by it. I watched, riveted, as his hand cupped that heavy flesh more firmly as it began to move up and down in a pistoning motion. The crown wept its glistening tears and his hands captured them, swirled them upon the shaft using it for lubrication. He kept muttering something in a hoarse, soft whisper.
My body was throbbing with sharp arousal seeking relief. My thighs trembled so, I had to sit at the desk chair. The crotch of my pants sporting a small wet spot. My eyes were hooded now, showing the barest slit of color. I wanted to see his eyes. I wanted to see his desire.
Caleb licked his lips and it fired my gaze all the more. I leaned my head back upon the chair slowly massaging the demanding little prick in my pants. Caleb arched slightly the line of his chin and throat was an expanse of beautiful, corded, muscle in a smooth sheath of bronze skin. That skin glistened in the soft light of the room, so different from my own pasty white flesh. I cringed slightly at my lustful thoughts. It would be such sinful decadence the sight of his release.
At last I managed to look down, down, past the strong throat, past the broad shoulders, down the long torso....to the place I was most eager to see.
That beautiful column— that gorgeous cock— disappeared and reappeared inside his stroking fist. Over and over in that wondrous rhythm. Pump, pump,pump. Thrust, thrust, thrust. My heart was soon echoing this rhythm, playing its own sweet song of arousal.
His hips bucked. Once. Twice. His cock was swollen ever larger, ever harder, the head blushed a dark, dark rouge. I licked my lips. In the back of my mind, I realized our breaths had synchronized. Our breathing escalated with the faster motions of his hand and hips. His testicles were hard, drawn tight beneath his wide cock. The large round weight of them was suddenly straining for the ultimate release, with an impatience that was readily apparent in the quickening pace of Caleb’s fists.
It seemed he gripped himself even tighter. I saw his jaw bulge as he gritted his teeth his eyelashes fluttering. His back bowed in the bed his hips bucked and undulated. He was close... so very close to the edge of his climax. I felt that edge as if I too were joining him there. Tiny pulsing heartbeats washed through my nipples and cock head. The constricting material of my pants shafted against my now sensitive skin as I continued to rub welcoming the discomfort. I had never been so aroused. Not ever, not like this. I mean I know it’s my brother but how could I have looked away in such a powerful moment? There was no force in heaven or hell that could have pulled my gaze away as he thrust mightily upwards in his bed. His cock bobbed as his hand moved lightning quick up and down the length. His balls trembled. And then he came.
With a deep, tortured groan wrenched up from the depths of him, “Seaan!” His lips pursed tightly, then gritted around another groan. His body shuddered and his cock swelled. Pulsed. His hand paused, gripping tightly his quivering shaft. A thick, creamy white eruption of fluid spurted up over his fist and onto his stomach.
I moaned at the sound of my name on his sweet lips. He groaned its echo and another eruption spilled free from his swollen cock. His eyes fluttered open for a brief moment. The breath caught in my throat as I realized he saw me.
Seemingly against his will, his hand started moving again, his hips bucking against the uncontrollable force that milked him dry. His pants had scrunched up at his knees with his movements, and so he spread his legs wider, bucked harder into his hand. I saw the dark shadows that led beneath his sac as he moved. I would have given anything in that moment for the courage to climb atop his heaving body. Another spurt of come flew onto his stomach, and then he subsided. His hand still moved, but more slowly now upon that red and talented shaft. The scent of him — cinnamon and almond and musky man— assailed me, drowned me. I wondered if he would taste as good as he smelled and grew pleasantly dizzy with the thought. I was so out of it I almost didn’t catch what he said.
“So, you enjoy the show little guy? Next time you’ll join me, won’t you Sean?” his eyes opened once more, blue-green locking with my own aquamarine gaze, trapping me. I trembled and could not find my voice to answer. Indeed, I had no idea what I would have said could I have answered.