Summer Storms
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,138
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Summer Storms
Thunder rocked the house, and lightning snapped quickly after, illuminating Bram\'s room. He was startled awake not by this, but by the feeling of being watched. A second strike cast the room in light as bright as dawn, and he clasped the covers closely to his throat as he saw two glistening brown eyes staring at him. Bram caught his breath as he realized who it was. \"Ezekiel! What the hell...?\" Those golden eyes dropped to the floor in shame, and a quiet voice pierced the still air. \"Bram, I... the storm...\"
Bram smiled, understanding what he meant without another word. Ever since they\'d been children, Ezekiel had been terrified of electrical storms. Zeke told everyone it was because the loud noises hurt his ears, but Bram knew it was because as frightened as Zeke was of storms, fire paralyzed him still more. Zeke cleared his throat and whispered, \"I thought, maybe, that the barn--\" Bram cut him off abruptly. \"The barn will be fine. Come here.\"
Although they were twins, Bram had always acted the part of the older protector. Zeke was a brooding, quiet child, and always required Bram\'s help to get to know other children their own age. They had both been awkward when they were younger, but the boys, now 14, had grown beautiful and lithe, even if they hadn\'t fully acquainted themselves with the finer points of graceful bearing and behaviour. Zeke plodded across the room, embarassed that he\'d been afraid. He sat down beside Bram, who\'d let the covers slip down again. \"Now then,\" Bram said. \"Feel better?\" Zeke nodded, but wouldn\'t look up at his brother. Bram was struck by how similar they looked. It wasn\'t unusual for identical twins to have at least one thing different -- a cowlick in a different spot, varying birthmarks, etc -- but Bram and Zeke were perfect replications, right down to their shimmering, gold-dusted irises and their full lips that made them catch the eye of so many they met.
Bram reached over and tilted Zeke\'s head up. \"Look at me,\" he said. His tone left no room for questions, and Zeke\'s eyes met his hesitantly. \"You\'re too old for this. Enough is enough. Watch.\" Bram turned away from him, and Zeke shifted to see what he was doing. Bram reached into the bedside table and withdrew a box of matches and a fresh candle. He replaced the one in the candleholder on the table, and struck a match on the box. He looked back to see Zeke averting his eyes and nervously biting his lip. He sighed and barked at Zeke, \"I said look!\" Zeke snapped his eyes back to the candle, his eyes glinting with the wetness of unshed tears. Bram nodded reassuringly, and lit the taper. \"Now, take your shirt off.\" Zeke looked at him questioningly, but obeyed.
\"Give me your hand,\" Bram commanded. Zeke allowed Bram to take his hand, then almost cried out as Bram put Zeke\'s fingers to the flame. Zeke\'s eyes widened and he whimpered, \"What... what are you doing?\" Bram snapped, \"Look! Look, it doesn\'t hurt. It can\'t hurt you. You have to stop this.\" Zeke\'s tears finally spilled over onto his cheeks, and he tried to pull his hand back to his chest. Bram grabbed it before he could, and gently put Zeke\'s delicate fingers to his lips. His tongue flicked out to caress the burns softly, and Zeke drew his breath in sharply. \"What... I don\'t understand,\" Zeke stammered. Rather than drawing back, Bram grew more aggressive. \"I want you to see that sometimes what we\'re afraid of can be exhilarating,\" Bram whispered. As if to accentuate his motions, the thunder pealed again, and was instantly echoed by a streak of lightning just outside the window. Zeke started, and Bram grew irritable.
\"Stop it!\" he screamed, and threw Zeke back onto the bed. \"You\'ve always done this! You\'ve always been afraid of the stupidest things, and you never see how sometimes fear is the best feeling, the most real emotion!\" Bram slapped Zeke hard across the face, leaving a mark across his cheek. \"I can\'t explain it, I\'ll just show you,\" he growled. Zeke whined nervously, which only further angered his brother. Bram pushed Zeke\'s arms up over his head, and looked around for something to keep them there. Another streak of lightning lit the room, and his golden eyes came to rest on a length of rope the boys had used for rock climbing on the grounds the day before. \"Don\'t move,\" he ordered, and went over to collect it. He brought the rope back to the bed, and allowed his eyes to wander across his twin\'s prone body. He had never done anything like this before, although one day when he had come home early from his riding lessons, he had spied his father playing a similar game with one of the maids.
As he glanced over the slender torso and jutting hips of his brother, he felt a sensation unlike any other he had ever experienced. He wanted to see more of this boy, this beautiful creature so like him, yet so unlike him in many ways. He quickly lashed Zeke\'s wrists to the closest posts of the mahogany four-poster bed, then surveyed his work. His brother was crying openly by now, completely confused as to what was going on. He\'d never known much about this sort of thing, since he spoke so rarely with the village children, and was never interested in eavesdropping on the loquacious maids. Bram felt himself stiffening in his pyjama bottoms, and touched his growing member curiously. He had a vague idea of what this meant, and was eager to see if his brother was experiencing the same response. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling at his brother\'s feet. He reached up to touch his brother\'s chest, sliding his hands downward to the waistband of Zeke\'s pyjamas. He pulled them off in one swift motion, and felt himself grow still harder at the sight of his brother\'s fully erect penis. He pushed Zeke\'s legs apart gently, and positioned himself between his legs. \"Zeke... you\'re so... we\'re...\" he muttered, half to himself. Zeke nodded, no longer crying, but very intent on Bram\'s every move.
Bram reached up and delicately moved Zeke\'s penis out of his way, taking in every aspect of his brother\'s sex. He touched the downy patch of brown hair growing there, and ran his index finger across Zeke\'s scrotum and down to his anus. Zeke shuddered beneath his touch, his hips moving upward, silently begging for more. Bram spread Zeke\'s legs further apart, then leaned down and flicked his tongue across Zeke\'s tight asshole. He pushed his tongue into the opening, and heard Zeke moan as he dragged his nails down his brother\'s pale thighs. He looked back up, their golden eyes meeting with a nearly audible hiss of energy. \"You taste... delicious,\" he breathed. \"Please don\'t stop, Brother,\" Zeke begged. Bram remembered what should happen now because he had watched his father that day, and many days after. He had always been curious why his father would do such a thing, and now he would learn why. He shifted up, closer to Zeke\'s hips, and ran his tongue from Zeke\'s asshole, up past his balls, and up the shaft of his cock. He took the head in his mouth and began working his tongue along the tender ridges of the boy\'s penis. His index finger slid easily into his brother\'s ass, and the boy\'s moans became impossible to quiet. Bram fingered Zeke\'s ass for a moment, and was encouraged by the answering cries.
Bram spread his body over his brother\'s and breathed heavily into his ear. He nibbled the lobe for a moment while his fingers explored Zeke\'s genitals. \"I want to come into you,\" he whispered. He could hear the smile in his brother\'s voice when Zeke said, \"I would like that.\" Bram moved his hand between his own legs and freed his own cock from his pyjamas. Zeke spread his legs and pressed his hips into his brother\'s, wondering what would happen next. Bram clumsily pushed into Zeke\'s anus with a violent thrust, his passion overwhelming him. Zeke\'s eyes shot open and he bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain. Bram slowed his thrusts and looked down to see thin streaks of blood covering his erection. He looked up at Zeke, his eyes questioning, and Zeke shook his head, motioning for him to continue. Bram renewed his movements, sliding in and out of the now well-lubricated orifice, tossing his head with joy. \"I love you,\" he sighed, leaning down to nip at Zeke\'s neck gently. Zeke smiled in return, and began bucking his hips against Bram\'s penis.
Bram licked Zeke\'s neck, nibbling at his earlobes and cheeks, pinching his inner thighs and abdomen. It was so strange, leaning across to run his trembling fingers down the length of a body so like his own. He kissed the lips he had seen in the mirror, tangled his legs between identical ones, and tousled the hair he had combed every day. His body thrilled with each push into his brother\'s body, as the two became one more than ever before. Zeke\'s body grew rigid beneath Bram, and suddenly a crack of thunder sounded just above the house. Zeke screamed, and he spasmed roughly. Bram matched his screams, and felt a wetness cover his belly as Zeke came. Lightning split the sky, and Bram looked down at his beloved brother. Zeke was tossing his head against the overstuffed pillows, writhing in ecstasy, and the sticky sweetness of his orgasm dripped from Bram\'s abdomen. It was too much for him to take. As his brother panted heavily below him, he quickened his strokes, until at last he felt himself tighten. He moved down, taking Zeke\'s nipple in his mouth, and bit down heavily as he felt his orgasm burst forth, his semen flowing into his brother\'s beautiful, tender ass. When it was over, Bram collapsed onto Zeke\'s sweat-drenched body, kissing him softly along his ribcage, neck and face, and up to his arms and hands as he released Zeke from his bonds. \"I love you, Brother,\" Bram said. Zeke said nothing, but only smiled and nestled softly into Bram\'s open arms.
Bram smiled, understanding what he meant without another word. Ever since they\'d been children, Ezekiel had been terrified of electrical storms. Zeke told everyone it was because the loud noises hurt his ears, but Bram knew it was because as frightened as Zeke was of storms, fire paralyzed him still more. Zeke cleared his throat and whispered, \"I thought, maybe, that the barn--\" Bram cut him off abruptly. \"The barn will be fine. Come here.\"
Although they were twins, Bram had always acted the part of the older protector. Zeke was a brooding, quiet child, and always required Bram\'s help to get to know other children their own age. They had both been awkward when they were younger, but the boys, now 14, had grown beautiful and lithe, even if they hadn\'t fully acquainted themselves with the finer points of graceful bearing and behaviour. Zeke plodded across the room, embarassed that he\'d been afraid. He sat down beside Bram, who\'d let the covers slip down again. \"Now then,\" Bram said. \"Feel better?\" Zeke nodded, but wouldn\'t look up at his brother. Bram was struck by how similar they looked. It wasn\'t unusual for identical twins to have at least one thing different -- a cowlick in a different spot, varying birthmarks, etc -- but Bram and Zeke were perfect replications, right down to their shimmering, gold-dusted irises and their full lips that made them catch the eye of so many they met.
Bram reached over and tilted Zeke\'s head up. \"Look at me,\" he said. His tone left no room for questions, and Zeke\'s eyes met his hesitantly. \"You\'re too old for this. Enough is enough. Watch.\" Bram turned away from him, and Zeke shifted to see what he was doing. Bram reached into the bedside table and withdrew a box of matches and a fresh candle. He replaced the one in the candleholder on the table, and struck a match on the box. He looked back to see Zeke averting his eyes and nervously biting his lip. He sighed and barked at Zeke, \"I said look!\" Zeke snapped his eyes back to the candle, his eyes glinting with the wetness of unshed tears. Bram nodded reassuringly, and lit the taper. \"Now, take your shirt off.\" Zeke looked at him questioningly, but obeyed.
\"Give me your hand,\" Bram commanded. Zeke allowed Bram to take his hand, then almost cried out as Bram put Zeke\'s fingers to the flame. Zeke\'s eyes widened and he whimpered, \"What... what are you doing?\" Bram snapped, \"Look! Look, it doesn\'t hurt. It can\'t hurt you. You have to stop this.\" Zeke\'s tears finally spilled over onto his cheeks, and he tried to pull his hand back to his chest. Bram grabbed it before he could, and gently put Zeke\'s delicate fingers to his lips. His tongue flicked out to caress the burns softly, and Zeke drew his breath in sharply. \"What... I don\'t understand,\" Zeke stammered. Rather than drawing back, Bram grew more aggressive. \"I want you to see that sometimes what we\'re afraid of can be exhilarating,\" Bram whispered. As if to accentuate his motions, the thunder pealed again, and was instantly echoed by a streak of lightning just outside the window. Zeke started, and Bram grew irritable.
\"Stop it!\" he screamed, and threw Zeke back onto the bed. \"You\'ve always done this! You\'ve always been afraid of the stupidest things, and you never see how sometimes fear is the best feeling, the most real emotion!\" Bram slapped Zeke hard across the face, leaving a mark across his cheek. \"I can\'t explain it, I\'ll just show you,\" he growled. Zeke whined nervously, which only further angered his brother. Bram pushed Zeke\'s arms up over his head, and looked around for something to keep them there. Another streak of lightning lit the room, and his golden eyes came to rest on a length of rope the boys had used for rock climbing on the grounds the day before. \"Don\'t move,\" he ordered, and went over to collect it. He brought the rope back to the bed, and allowed his eyes to wander across his twin\'s prone body. He had never done anything like this before, although one day when he had come home early from his riding lessons, he had spied his father playing a similar game with one of the maids.
As he glanced over the slender torso and jutting hips of his brother, he felt a sensation unlike any other he had ever experienced. He wanted to see more of this boy, this beautiful creature so like him, yet so unlike him in many ways. He quickly lashed Zeke\'s wrists to the closest posts of the mahogany four-poster bed, then surveyed his work. His brother was crying openly by now, completely confused as to what was going on. He\'d never known much about this sort of thing, since he spoke so rarely with the village children, and was never interested in eavesdropping on the loquacious maids. Bram felt himself stiffening in his pyjama bottoms, and touched his growing member curiously. He had a vague idea of what this meant, and was eager to see if his brother was experiencing the same response. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling at his brother\'s feet. He reached up to touch his brother\'s chest, sliding his hands downward to the waistband of Zeke\'s pyjamas. He pulled them off in one swift motion, and felt himself grow still harder at the sight of his brother\'s fully erect penis. He pushed Zeke\'s legs apart gently, and positioned himself between his legs. \"Zeke... you\'re so... we\'re...\" he muttered, half to himself. Zeke nodded, no longer crying, but very intent on Bram\'s every move.
Bram reached up and delicately moved Zeke\'s penis out of his way, taking in every aspect of his brother\'s sex. He touched the downy patch of brown hair growing there, and ran his index finger across Zeke\'s scrotum and down to his anus. Zeke shuddered beneath his touch, his hips moving upward, silently begging for more. Bram spread Zeke\'s legs further apart, then leaned down and flicked his tongue across Zeke\'s tight asshole. He pushed his tongue into the opening, and heard Zeke moan as he dragged his nails down his brother\'s pale thighs. He looked back up, their golden eyes meeting with a nearly audible hiss of energy. \"You taste... delicious,\" he breathed. \"Please don\'t stop, Brother,\" Zeke begged. Bram remembered what should happen now because he had watched his father that day, and many days after. He had always been curious why his father would do such a thing, and now he would learn why. He shifted up, closer to Zeke\'s hips, and ran his tongue from Zeke\'s asshole, up past his balls, and up the shaft of his cock. He took the head in his mouth and began working his tongue along the tender ridges of the boy\'s penis. His index finger slid easily into his brother\'s ass, and the boy\'s moans became impossible to quiet. Bram fingered Zeke\'s ass for a moment, and was encouraged by the answering cries.
Bram spread his body over his brother\'s and breathed heavily into his ear. He nibbled the lobe for a moment while his fingers explored Zeke\'s genitals. \"I want to come into you,\" he whispered. He could hear the smile in his brother\'s voice when Zeke said, \"I would like that.\" Bram moved his hand between his own legs and freed his own cock from his pyjamas. Zeke spread his legs and pressed his hips into his brother\'s, wondering what would happen next. Bram clumsily pushed into Zeke\'s anus with a violent thrust, his passion overwhelming him. Zeke\'s eyes shot open and he bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain. Bram slowed his thrusts and looked down to see thin streaks of blood covering his erection. He looked up at Zeke, his eyes questioning, and Zeke shook his head, motioning for him to continue. Bram renewed his movements, sliding in and out of the now well-lubricated orifice, tossing his head with joy. \"I love you,\" he sighed, leaning down to nip at Zeke\'s neck gently. Zeke smiled in return, and began bucking his hips against Bram\'s penis.
Bram licked Zeke\'s neck, nibbling at his earlobes and cheeks, pinching his inner thighs and abdomen. It was so strange, leaning across to run his trembling fingers down the length of a body so like his own. He kissed the lips he had seen in the mirror, tangled his legs between identical ones, and tousled the hair he had combed every day. His body thrilled with each push into his brother\'s body, as the two became one more than ever before. Zeke\'s body grew rigid beneath Bram, and suddenly a crack of thunder sounded just above the house. Zeke screamed, and he spasmed roughly. Bram matched his screams, and felt a wetness cover his belly as Zeke came. Lightning split the sky, and Bram looked down at his beloved brother. Zeke was tossing his head against the overstuffed pillows, writhing in ecstasy, and the sticky sweetness of his orgasm dripped from Bram\'s abdomen. It was too much for him to take. As his brother panted heavily below him, he quickened his strokes, until at last he felt himself tighten. He moved down, taking Zeke\'s nipple in his mouth, and bit down heavily as he felt his orgasm burst forth, his semen flowing into his brother\'s beautiful, tender ass. When it was over, Bram collapsed onto Zeke\'s sweat-drenched body, kissing him softly along his ribcage, neck and face, and up to his arms and hands as he released Zeke from his bonds. \"I love you, Brother,\" Bram said. Zeke said nothing, but only smiled and nestled softly into Bram\'s open arms.