Family

Typical good Samaritans – those were my parents – I spent most Thanksgivings serving the homeless their turkey and gravy and my Christmases visiting cancer patients – sure it gave me a warm fuzzy feeling, apparently, but it would have been nice to have at least one Fourth of July where we shot off fireworks instead of grilling burgers for the missionaries. Even with all that crap, though, I was as happy as I could be expected to be. Then they went and did something totally idiotic, even for them, “Jaysen, I need to talk to you, son!”

My father had what was likely the most musical voice possible for a man of his impressive size, “Yeah, dad?”

“Remember how you said you wanted a little brother?”

“That was when I was six, dad – eleven years ago.”

“Okay, so we were a bit late with the delivery.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me – you got mom pregnant? Now?”

“No, we adopted – his name’s Dillon and he’s just a couple years younger than you.”

It was the nail in their coffin – of all the charity my parents had done I knew for a fact this was the stupidest – besides, I was the top dog and no little boy was gonna change that. Still, the idea of finally getting a brother was sort of appealing – I decided to hold judgment until I actually met the kid, “You know how nasty teenage adoptions are, right? I mean, they almost never work out.”

“We know the statistics Jaysen – now, put on a decent pair of pants and meet your brother,” I was already on the top landing of the stairs when he called up to me, “Oh, and he’ll have to share a room with you until we can get the guest room cleaned out for him – would you get the cot out when you get a chance?”

I just smiled down at him and went into my room – the first pair of pants I saw was good enough, I figured – at least they had a crotch in them. When I came back down, still zipping up the jeans, I nearly ran into the kid – he was about half a foot taller than me, which I was used to – I wasn’t captain of the basketball team for nothing – with a mess of hay for hair. He looked so ridiculous it was all I could do to stop myself form laughing – he was wearing some hideous little tan suit with a red bowtie – the first thing I thought of was school picture day – it looked like his mommy had picked out his clothes for him. In fact, the only thing about him I could find that wasn’t completely dorky were his eyes – I couldn’t quite place the color, but they reminded me of our trip to Haiti when we went to help the homeless – I didn’t know why, but they did, “Hey, you must be Dillon.”

He slipped out a fragile hand but I bypassed the handshake and wrapped him up in my biggest dude hug, lifting him a few inches off the ground, “Dillon, meet Jaysen – he’s your brother.”

My mother almost said it like a question – it turns out she was human – she was having doubts about adopting a teenage boy. The little blonde finally said something, but he was shivering too much to be understood. He steeled himself and tried again – it was almost cute, “H-hi.”

“Dude, don’t be so nervous – I ain’t gonna bite you,” not yet, anyway.

“Well, we’ve had time to bond in the car, so we’ll leave you two alone – if you need anything we’ll be at the youth hostel for the weekend.”

“Y-you’re leaving? Already?”

I thought he was gonna cry – I may not have necessarily wanted a brother at this point but I wasn’t heartless – I couldn’t just stand there and let a little boy cry, “Hey, we’ll have a good time together, alright? Besides, we can have one hell of a party with them out of the house.”

Of course I didn’t say that last part out loud – I’m not a complete idiot. It still brightened him right up – I didn’t hate him – from what I’d seen of Dillon he was a great kid. I figured it would be alright – it was gonna take some time to warm up to the idea of a new brother, but I’m man enough to admit it – I overreacted at first – I guess it’s the same thing that happens when an only child gets a new brother or sister – jealousy, “Well, Tom, maybe we should stay – I mean, it is kind of soon to be leaving – he just met us.”

“Look, you two go and help the kids at the hostel – Dillon and I’ll be fine – it’ll give us some brotherly bonding time.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay, Dillon?”

He nodded up at my mother – I was relieved and I did my best to push them out the door at that point, but my dad never left that easily – not that I complained, “Alright – here’s forty bucks – if you manage to keep the house standing it’s yours – you can add it to your collection.”

“Wait, you know about that?”

“I’m not an idiot, Jaysen – I give you emergency money every time we leave and yet you never buy anything new and you never have any emergencies. Now, Dillon, here’s your money – same thing – it’s for emergencies, but if you don’t need it then you get to keep it,” he kissed us both on the forehead – I only tolerated it because he paid me. He pulled me aside before he left, “I would really appreciate it if you could make him feel more comfortable here – it’s bound to be kind of a shock – he’s been in the orphanage since he was a few months old.”

“Don’t worry about anything, Dad – by the time you get back we’ll be buds – kiss momma for me and get on outta here!” they pulled out and I finally got to relax – I took over my dad’s recliner and propped my feet up, “Here’s the number one rule for dealing with Mom and Dad – as long as they don’t find out about anything, you don’t get in trouble. Dude, are you gonna sit or what?” he looked lost – he was just standing there, staring at the money, “What, didn’t they give you an allowance at the orphanage?”

“No – i-it was a church orphanage, so th-they didn’t think it w-was appropriate to give us money. Besides, e-even if they’d wanted to g-give us money, they didn’t have any to give.”

He was shaking and stuttering with nerves still and I didn’t even bother to stop myself – I laughed, “Dude, you’re gonna give yourself an ulcer – just relax – why don’t you take off that jacket or something? God knows it can’t be comfortable.”

“But, w-where do I put it?”

I popped up out of the chair and grabbed Dillon by the shoulders. The jacket was rough against my hands and I tore it off of him and threw it on the couch, “There, now will you sit? You’re making me nervous,” he sat, but it was so pathetic I actually felt sorry for him – he was sitting on the very edge of the couch cushion, bolt upright, “Dillon, how bad did that orphanage fuck you up? I mean, really, you’re a cool kid, but you’re really uptight,” he looked crushed – not my intention, “Do you like pizza?”

“I don’t know – I-I’ve never had it before.”

I was totally dumbstruck for a few minutes – I got that he was sheltered, but not having eaten pizza before? I picked up the phone and called out the order, “Yeah, hi, can I get a large cheese pizza a large Hawaiian, and a large pepperoni. The address is two-one-nine-six Fig Lane. Yeah, thanks,” I looked back at Dillon – he was still sitting awkwardly on the couch, “Okay, let’s have some fun with the delivery boy,” I started to take off my shirt and his eyes got as wide as dinner plates, “Come on, you’ll be more comfortable if you take off some of your clothes.”

I was already standing in my shorts by the time Dillon got his shoes and socks off and his face was turning bright red by the time he got to the bowtie, “D-do I have to?”

“Haven’t you ever undressed in front of someone before?” he shook his head and I laughed again – he was a funny kid, “Well trust me – you ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before,” it was more the principle of the thing at this point – I was going to make him uncomfortable no matter what, so I may as well go for broke, “If you don’t take that stuff off I’ll have to do it for you.”

“W-what?”

I was just having fun with Dillon – I really hoped he understood that, “You heard me – if you don’t take that stuff off I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,” I moved forward and he immediately started stripping, “Dude just relax – I wasn’t gonna do anything to you.”

“Gotcha.”

“What?”

He folded his clothes into a neat little pile and sat back in the sofa, stretching his arms across the back, “I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to get annoyed with that act.”

“What act?”

“You couldn’t possibly believe all that crap I was feeding you – honestly, I shared a bedroom and a shower with twenty other guys – I’m not nervous about that.”

“So you lied about not having any money and never eating pizza and everything?”

“No, that was true – but yeah, the rest of it was just me screwing with you.”

“You punk – I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson,” I dived at him and grabbed him – it took me that long to notice he was wearing tighty-whities, but it wasn’t my business – I straddled his thighs and went right into tickling him – he tried to hold out but I kept at it until he was crying from laughing so much – I only let him go when the doorbell rang - his footsteps ran off somewhere, but I couldn't focus on him - I was busy with the pizza boy - I didn't mind looking at him either, especially when I first opened the door - he went red about as fast as I could imagine was possible. I just shoved all forty bucks in his hands, grabbed the pizza boxes, and shoved him back out the door, trying not to laugh, “Hey, Dillon! Pizza’s here! Get your butt over here and eat!”

I worried a bit when he didn’t answer, but he wasn’t hard to find – he was silhouetted in the glass of the back door, “Jaysen, are we allowed to eat in here?”

“What, the hot tub? Did you already forget rule number one – if they don’t find out, we don’t get in trouble,” I helped him pull the tarp off of the tub and started it up – I’m not even sure why my parents had bothered to buy a hot tub – we were almost never home to use it anyhow, “There is one rule I had to learn the hard way – the chlorine smell sinks into clothing, so you can’t wear your underwear in here,” I arranged the pizza boxes around the edges – the last thing I wanted was to have to clean melted cheese off the hot tub all day tomorrow – and dropped my shorts to the ground – it felt good to be able to hang out. The water was a little hot downstairs, but I got used to it before too long, “Come on, bro, this was your idea, after all.”

He stepped out of his shorts and, I’ll admit it, I looked at what he had – he was my brother and I had every right to know, “Hey, now, this show isn’t free.”

It was my turn to go red when he got in the tub – he’d caught me staring at his…stuff. It took one hell of an effort to try and save myself from that one – sadly, what I said and what I wanted to say were far apart form one another, “I couldn’t help it – I wasn’t anywhere near that big at your age,” I hated myself as soon as I said it, “I mean, uh, well, you know.”

Luckily, Dillon let the subject die off, though that smug little smirk on his face was pretty annoying, “Well, if you’re done staring at my penis can we eat?” I handed him a slice and watched his face – if this was really his first time I wanted to see everything happen – he bit down on the point and just sat there, his eyes slowly closing, and sank down to his nipples in the water – I was tempted to reach over and pull him up to keep him from dirtying up the hot tub, “Holy crap – that’s good.”

He scarfed the rest of the piece down and kept reaching back for more – by the time the sun had completely set we had both sworn never to eat anything ever again. It felt good to be sitting there with him, towels thrown across the couch wildly to try and keep the water off the fabric - it didn't even matter that we were naked – or that he had a huge…thing, “Come on, we need to get the cot out of the garage so you have somewhere to sleep.”

“Really? ‘Cause I thought you wanted me to sleep right next to you,” Dillon wrapped his leg up into the small of my back and was biting my ear – if I hadn’t known he was joking I would’ve punched him out, “Isn’t that what it means when you stare at someone’s cock?”

He wanted me to back down – I wasn’t gonna make this easy for him – I don’t think I could ever repeat the same set of motions again, but I simultaneously turned him around, threw him on the couch, and straddled his hips – all without removing his leg from the small of my back, “I think I prefer you right here,” I felt something brush against my leg and looked down at his face – it was red like a warning light, “So you do like this – well, far be it from me to deny my brother anything – the Bible says something like that, doesn’t it?”

“Well go on.”

In those three words I knew, he knew, and the whole God-damn world knew, that this wasn’t just a game anymore – I looked down at his face again and there was something there – I didn’t like that it was happening and it didn’t make any sense, but there was something there that caught my breath at my Adam’s apple – he wanted it and, I’m man enough to say it, I wanted to give it to him – he wasn’t really my brother anyway – no matter what, though, everything still felt…awkward.

My fingers were shaking, but I reached down and put a single finger against his lips – all at once he opened his mouth and the finger pushed its way in. I could feel all of his spit covering my finger as he gave it a tongue bath – all I could think about was what he could do for my dick with a tongue like that. When I pulled my finger out it followed the contour of his lips, striping his mouth with his own saliva. I just blindly dragged the finger down until it found a small erect nub – I started rubbing the warm spit in tight circles around his nipple and I only opened my eyes when I heard Dillon making sex noises – they were cute – a lot cuter than any sex noises my girlfriend ever made – and I could feel my dick growing – every time he moaned something inside me twitched, sending a pulse through my shaft until I was leaking precum halfway between his chest and his belly button.

My dick was only a few millimeters away from his – I couldn’t help but look at it. The head was staring up at me with a tear of precum right at his piss slit – the tip was fully exposed and deep red. I took my free finger and rubbed it through the drop of liquid – Dillon tightened up the second I touched it – and spread it around the whole head until it glistened like a candy apple. I pushed myself down his body until my dick was between his ankles and just licked the head – somewhere in the back of my mind I was dreading the taste of his precum, but it turns out I was worried for nothing – it actually kind of reminded me of orange marmalade, but with a lot less sugar. I bowed my head and slid down the entire shaft – it just tickled the back of my throat – I hadn’t even noticed the little tuft of pubic hair before – it was the same straw color as his the rest of hair and smelled like apples – I figured he must have shampooed down there or something.

I only went up and down the shaft a few times before he started to buck his hips – I wasn’t ready for that yet. I pulled off in one last suck and slithered all the way up his body – he knew what I wanted. I leaned up until I had a straight shot and started lowering my hips down until he started gagging – but when I tried to pull back I felt two little hands pushing my butt forward until I felt his lips wrapped around the base of my dick. I went slow, moving the shaft up and down gently, but he kept pushing me back down until I gave up and rammed into his face – I could feel Dillon’s jaw vibrate whenever my balls would slap against his chin and I knew I couldn’t last very long like this – I pulled myself all the way out and away from Dillon’s grip, slipping all the way back down – I pulled apart his butt cheeks and, somehow, was surprised by what I saw.

I’d never actually seen a butthole before – it looked way too tight to do that with. I raised his legs up, pushing on his calves until he could physically lick his knees, and I pushed my dick as hard as I could against the hole. Everything was fine until I got the head in – then he clenched up around my shaft – I looked at his face again and saw his mouth hanging open and his chest heaving out every breath, “Well…go on.”

I wanted to stop right there – it wasn’t right for him to be in that much pain – but something reacted when he talked to me and I kept pushing in – his face scrunched up and his teeth gnashed together from the pain, but he was starting to ooze precum again. I pulled almost all the way out until I felt the satiny muscles against the tip of my dick then I pushed back in. I watched Dillon’s fist wrap around his member and he started pumping it – apparently that set me off and my back lurched, my toes curling and my jaw nearly popping out of place – I felt my balls tighten up and I just gave way and let the warmth flow up my shaft and out – I counted seven different sprays of cum before I started to go soft – I still didn’t pull out.

Dillon was already bouncing up and down on the couch, jerking off like crazy – his balls were slapping loudly against his thighs every time he bucked up until he finally froze in an arch. The ring of muscles tightened down like a vice on my dick and then he finally came – it shot out everywhere, splattering over both our bodies and, to my dread, the couch – I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that kid – it just kept jetting out - I looked for the towels we had set out, hoping uselessly that they were still there even if I already knew the answer - they were in a completely useless pile on the floor. After one final squirt of jizz dribbled into his pubes he collapsed and my dick, covered in cum, flopped out of his hole – even more cum stains to try and clean up, “Dude, do you have any fluids left?”

“Oh, yeah,” his voice was breathy and when he spoke his spaces were way too long, “I got caught…jacking off at the orphanage…haven’t cum in two months…not even wet dreams.”