Jan family

This story is fictional. The only similarity with my life is that when I was 19 I lost my cherry to a woman of 23.

What am I doing here? Why has everything gone wrong? Remember these words.

It all started when Jan, short for Janice, started at our school. She was allocated the desk next to mine in Mrs Briggs sixth grade class. I was rapt. My first impression was of a vision, a mass of long blond curls, an angelic face and long legs: I was smitten. I had just turned eleven, discovered girls and was hoping that soon the girls would discover me. What? Girls notice me? Time for a reality check. I was small for my age and looked more like an eight year old than eleven. I never knew my Dad; he was killed in the war in 1944. I had only seen photos of him. One picture showed him standing next to Mum. He looked to be about two inches taller than her five feet one inch. Obviously, I was never going to be a giant. You cant beat your genes. At least I had inherited both of their looks. They were both blond, blue eyed and slim.

At the end of school that day Jan and I followed the stampede out the school gate. Jan walked over to a man who was waiting for her. He said a few words to her and they both looked in my direction. I made my way onto the school bus and headed for home.

The next day in the schoolyard before class Jan came up to me and started talking to me. She had just moved from another town about two hours drive away. It was the third time she had moved in the last five years. She asked if I wanted to go her house the next day, Saturday, just to hang out and have me tell her all about our neighbourhood.

Around nine the next morning I knocked on her door, which was opened by the man I had seen with Jan at school.Hi, Im Jon, Jans Dad. You, must be Mark. Shes in her room, go on up, he said.

As I climbed the stairs I could hear music playing and followed the sound to Jans room.Come in and close the door, she called over her shoulder from desk.Great room, I exclaimed as I took in the feminine dcor. The room was all pinks and whites, frilly curtains and matching bed linen. I closed the door as instructed. The room was quite bright with the morning sun streaming in the windows.Jan got up from her desk and sat on the side of the bed. Come, sit beside me so we can talk, she instructed. I did as she asked but I was feeling a little apprehensive about being there. In the dark ages of the fifties kids of the opposite sex werent supposed to be in closed rooms together decorum and all that stuff. We were sat side by side on her bed when she took both of my hands in hers and held them in her lap. Gee, thanks for coming today and for being such a help to me at school, she said, some of the other kids have been a bit standoffish and havent made me feel welcome. The girls are put out because youre so pretty, I said.That seemed to cheer her up and she gave my hands a squeeze then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Youre so sweet, do you really think so? She whispered in my ear.

There must be some kind of nerve connection between my ear and my dick; the feel of her soft breath on my ear gave me that familiar warm feeling in my crotch and my dick started to swell a little. I didnt know what to feel, this was outside my experience. I knew very little of sexual matters; Mum hadnt had that talk with me yet. All I had to guide me was some schoolyard here-say. My ears felt hot, I knew I was blushing and could only manage a stammered, yes.

You havent done anything with a girl before, have you, Jan asked.One good thing about being small like me is nobody expects you to be a macho man so I said, no, but I have thought about it often enough. What do you do when you are thinking about it, she asked.I didnt know how to answer that one. If I said, I have a tug while I think about it; she would probably call her Dad, who would boot me up the bum and throw me into the street. I was lost for words. I hung my head and felt my ears burning even more.Hey, be cool, she said in a soothing voice as she released her grip on my hands. Then, placing her right hand against my chest pushed me back onto the bed. I was lying on my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed as Jan rolled half on top of me with her right thigh between my own. I could feel my cock starting to swell more and tried to move away a little so she wouldnt feel it pressing into the top of her thigh: I couldnt move, she had me pinned. Her lips came down onto mine and she kissed me softly.Relax, loosen up and open your lips a little, Jan instructed before replacing her lips on mine. I became aware of her lips moving on mine and responded naturally; some responses must be imprinted in our genetic make up and not require any conscious thought. Another response was in my cock; it was now so hard I could have pole-vaulted off the bed. After a while Jan rolled off me and lay on her side with her right hand caressing the inside of my thigh. Her hand progressed up my thigh until her hand reached my swollen cock, which was sandwiched between my stomach and my Y-fronts.Mmmmmm that feels good, she said; giving it a few rubs and a squeeze. Can I see it? Without waiting for a response from me she undid my belt and the zipper of my jeans.Lift your butt, Mark, she ordered. As I did as she asked, she pulled my jeans and underpants down my to just above my knees. My dick was standing proud away from my stomach now. Jan wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly pumped up and down on it. I love the way a circumcised cock looks, she said. All neat and tidy and easy to look after.

I was in heaven; with this lovely girl giving me my first hand job. Well, the first one that wasnt self-administered. I lay back with my eyes closed and tried to hold on for as long as I could. I didnt know if this would ever happen again so I wanted to savour it for as long as possible. Jan must have had some experience at this because every time I was close to cumming she would slow down and keep me simmering. After about five minutes I felt a strange sensation around the head of my dick. Lifting my head and looking down I saw Jan had put the head of my dick in her mouth and was running her tongue around it. All of a sudden I couldnt hold back; I was going to cum; I knew the feeling. I tried to pull away from her, I tried to warn her; but the warning only came out as strangled moan. I couldnt help it, I was going to cum in her mouth. What would happen? Would she scream and shout? Would her Dad come and beat me up call the cops what? . I was sure as hell going to find out because I could feel my cum spurting from my cock and into her mouth; spurt after spurt after spurt. I lay there in a daze and it took me a while to realise there was no screaming and shouting; no sirens. There was only the feeling of Jans soft hand caressing my cheek and her soft voice saying, How did you enjoy that? I loved it; but what about you? What about ? I asked.Dont worry, Ive done it lots of times and I love it too. It feels good to make someone else feel good Yes, but what about err um .? Oh, Thaaaat! I swallowed it. It tasted so good.

Around this time I became aware we werent alone in the room. I looked up and her Dad was standing there; both his hands held up in front of his head, holding something. A GUN! . No, wait on. A camera: a Super 8 movie camera. He lowered the camera. Is that the start of a smile on his face? What the fuck is going on?

I looked to his left and saw a girl of about fifteen dressed in a loose shift and obviously pregnant.You have met my Dad, said Jan, say Hello to my sister Sally. Sally, this is Mark.

Sally ignored me and looking at her father said, that was a waste of film, for sure. Nah! A snip here a snip there and well work it into the plot somewhere. He replied.Thats your answer for everything. Well work it into the plot somewhere. Taking Sally by the arm he said, lets get out of here. I think Jan has some explaining to do. He nodded to Jan and me as he propelled Sally out the door and down the stairs.

Hes right! What is going on? How come he didnt call the cops or beat me up or, or , or something; and whats with the camera? Was he collecting evidence? Calm down and listen. You are not in trouble. Well start with the camera, OK? Dad makes films; but not the kind of films you see in a regular cinema. Dad makes films about people having sex or more specifically adults having sex with children or children having sex with children. Do you get the picture? Suddenly the picture became a little clearer. I understand, but where do I fit in? Mostly the films Dad makes are a family affair. The actors are, me, Sally, Mum, Grandma and two of my male cousins. The problem is the cousins are now in their mid- teens and Dad needs a young male for his films. He thought you would be great because you look so young and you are small enough to pass for an eight year old. If your Dad wants an eight year old why doesnt he use an eight year old, I asked.Silly, an eight year old cant get an erection and he certainly cant cum, she explained.Wont the people watching the films know an eight year old cant get an erection. Dad says the films are fantasy and not based on science and the audience dont care one way or the other, anyway. Arent you worried people who know you will see the films, I asked.Our films are sold overseas to provide some safety to us. Now, I have to ask you; are you interested in being in our movies? If you are, you must never tell anyone about it or Mum and Dad could get into a heap of trouble. Who would I have to have sex with; that is, if I agree, I asked.Just the females I mentioned before and occasionally someone else. There are women out there who like to have sex with young boys so Dad organises it for them as long as he can film some of the action. You wont have to do anything with males if you dont want to. Jan reached for my cock, which was still exposed and started to stroke it. Can I help you to make up your mind. She asked with an impish look.You have made up my mind for me, I replied.Fix yourself up while I go and give Dad the good news, she smiled as she went through the door.

I had just straightened my clothes when Jon came in the room and sat down on the bed.Glad to have you aboard, Mark, he said, while shaking my hand. Now to get down to work. As you know, movies are made up of a series of scenes and they arent necessarily shot in the order they appear in the film. For example the first scene shot may be the actual ending. In our film you may just have had an orgasm and cant get it up again straight away: so, we go and do one of the backgrounder scenes for the plot development.

OK, the movie we are doing today goes like this. Its about family sex. You come home and find the only person at home is Jan, your sister in the movie. You start to make out and she gives you a blow job: thats the bit of film we have shot so far. Later on when you need a break well film you getting home; right, so far? Im starting to see how it works, I replied.Good. The next bit we are going to do is my wife Anne, your Mum in the film, catches Jan giving you the blowjob and sends her downstairs. Anne then sees your cock is still hard and hanging out so she cant resist and takes over where Jan left off. Anne has done it all many times before, so follow her lead. If she wants you to say something for the sound track; shell whisper it in your ear. OK, are you right to start.

I was disappointed; I had been hoping to fuck Jan. Instead I was hooked up with Anne, who I hadnt even met yet. Hiding my disappointment I said, I think Im ready. Jon brought in his photographic gear, set up the cameras and lights and reflectors. He brought Anne and Jan into the room. Anne was about thirty-five, Five feet five, blond and really quite attractive. I couldnt see much of her figure because she was wearing a loose housecoat.

Anne called me over to her and enquired, Is it true what Jan tells me? You havent had any experience with a woman before today? Im sorry, but its true. I hope I dont make a mess of things. You wont, Honey, she said taking my hands in hers and giving them a reassuring squeeze. Then to Jon and Jan, You two, out of here for a while. My leading man and I need to practice our lines - in private.

When we were alone she said, you will probably need a guided tour of the female body so you can find your way around it for the camera. The first thing you will need to do is play with my tits; its probably been a while, yes? Nodding, I said, about ten years. As I nodded, Anne untied the sash that had been holding the housecoat closed and I had my first look at a mature female body. She was in very good condition with firm B cup breasts and firm straight thighs. I was riveted at the sight of her pussy. It was cleanly shaven but for a small tuft of dark blond hair above her pubic bone. It was the first pussy I had ever seen. Nudie magazines of the day air- brushed out the pubes of the models. Thank goodness she looks nice, I thought; I wouldnt have fancied a plumper.

Anne lay back on the bed and motioned for me to get up beside her. She placed her hands on her breasts and told me to put my hands on top of hers. When my hands were in position she started to massage her breasts with a circular motion. After about a minute she stopped and said, now you try. I went back to work with my hands where hers had been. Gently roll my nipples between your thumb and forefinger. OW! Gently, I said. Sorry, I replied. I didnt mean to hurt you. By now her nipples were quite firm and standing up proudly. Put my nipples in your mouth and roll your tongue around them. The camera cant see what your tongue is doing but I like the way it feels. I did as she instructed and after a little while she pulled my head more firmly to her breast. Now the other one, Honey, youre doing great. A couple of minutes later she lifted my head from her breast and said, back to business; pity we didnt have more time. She spread her thighs and parted her outer pussy lips, which were glistening with moisture. Take a good look, take your time; then you can play some more. I didnt need any encouragement; quickly finding a vantage point between her thighs. Anne gave me some time to get familiar with her pussy the removed her fingers which were holding her outer pussy lips apart. Run your fingers up and down my slit to see how it feels, she instructed. I did as instructed and found her moist pussy lips parted slightly with the touch of my exploring fingers oh, it felt so good and warm and slippery. A minute later Anne said in a voice which sounded a little huskier than before, you saw where my pussy hole is; now ease your middle finger in there as far as it will go. I eased my middle finger through her entrance and felt it being engulfed in her warm wetness. Now move it in and out a bit. I complied and half a minute later she said, put another finger in and keep moving them in and out. Another half minute, another finger: I kept them moving until she said, OK, you pass; lets get something on film while Ive got the energy.

Anne got off the bed and took up her position by the door. She called Jan and Jon to come in and make a start. Jon explained that we werent to use our real names on film Jan would be Kate, Sally would be Kelly, Anne would be Sue, Jon would be Paul and I would be Eric. He turned on the lighting and got behind one of the cameras. Jan took her position on the bed in the position she had finished the blowjob she had given me before. My jeans and underpants were down at my knees again.Are we OK to go, asked Jon. We all nodded and he announced, Action.

Anne banged the door open. Kate, you slut; leave your brother alone and get out of here, she hissed in a loud voice. Jan let my cock go and scrambled from the room.What do you think you are doing, Eric, getting a blowjob from your sister?Anne came and flopped on the bed beside me and whispered my line to me.Im sorry Mummy; I was so horny when I got home and I thought you were out. I was playing with myself when Kate barged in and finished me off. You naughty boy. I hope you have something left for Mummy, said Anne, standing and removing her housecoat before lying on the bed on her back. Get those clothes off, now! she directed. I kicked off my shoes, dumped my jeans and underpants and pulled my shirt over my head.Come and make Mummy feel better; shes had a hard day, Anne invited.I lay on the bed snuggled beside her, my right hand cupping her left breast and my rock hard cock pressed against her right hip. Anne rolled me over so I was half lying on her and guided my mouth to her right nipple. Just like before; massage my left breast and run your tongue around my right nipple, she quietly coached. I could have stayed like that forever; it felt so good, so natural.

After about a minute Anne whispered, this feels so good, Honey: but we have to get on with the script. Move your right hand down and finger my pussy like before. After I had worked three fingers into her pussy and was working them in and out rhythmically; she said, loud enough for the sound track, thats it Eric. Make Mummys pussy all nice and wet. Make it warm and wet for your pretty penis. Then she whispered, keep your fingers moving and suck my other nipple for a while. I did as directed, feeling the lovely warm wetness of her pussy. Hang on! What had she said about making it ready for my dick? I was going to get to fuck her, and soon. My poor cock was aching. It had been rock hard for almost an hour relief was in sight. Her pussy felt so unbelievable; what would it feel like accommodating my cock.

I didnt have to wait long to find out. Anne spread her thighs and lifted her knees. Here we go, Honey. Get between my legs and let me guide your willie into my pussy. (At that time my cock was only four and a half inches: so I suppose she was entitled to refer to it as a willie). I got between her legs and felt her hand find my cock. Gently guiding me by my dick she drew me towards her pussy lips. I had done a good job with her pussy; it was dripping as I felt the head of my cock encounter its warm wet entrance. Anne rubbed the head up and down her sopping slit until the head entered her canal. She transferred her hands to my hips and with a rocking motion worked me fully into her warm, wonderful, velvety pussy. Thats it, Baby; now fuck Mummys pussy and make her cum, she said for the camera; then whispered to me, lift your body up from mine so Jon can get footage of your willie going in and out of my pussy. I lifted up and as Jon moved into position I looked down and watched as I started to pull back and thrust into her. The sight of my glistening cock disappearing combined with the feeling was a huge turn on. Anne must have sensed my excitement. Fuck Mummy harder, Baby, she said as she began to thrust her hips against mine. My breath was becoming laboured and Anne was letting out little grunts as we thrust at each other. All of a sudden Anne wrapped her legs tightly around the backs of my thighs; I could feel her pussy spasming around my prick, Ohhhh Im cumming, cummmmmiiiiiing, cummmmmmmiiiing, she cried. Her body was rolling around with me firmly locked into her pussy and spraying her canal with shot after shot of my cum. I collapsed on top of Anne feeling like I had just run a race. We lay together until our breathing returned to something like normal.

Take a break, said Jon. Nice work Anne, but the faked orgasm was a bit over the top. Who says I faked it, she retorted. I found it exciting that I was getting his cherry; that put me over the top.

After the break Jon had Anne and me get back on the bed and engage in post coital caressing with dialogue for the punters; as Jon calls it. Anne had to say things to me like, Mummy loves how you make her cum, Baby, and you make Mummys pussy feel so good. My lines were like, I love to fill your pussy with my cum, Mummy. By this time, if the punters hadnt figured it was an incest movie they never would. Talk about overkill.

OK, Mark, thats it for today, said Jon. See you at nine in the morning.

To be continued unless I get too many crappy comments.

Eyeful

By D.R.Millennium:

NC-17 Slash/Incest

Disclaimer: I did not create and do not own any readily recognizable media characters. I have no agreement, legal or otherwise, with the creators or owners. This is purely for entertainment-I have not made, do not seek, and will not accept any profit for it. This story is in no way meant to reflect on the lives or life styles of the actors/actresses who originally portrayed the characters. I have nothing but fond affection and respect for them, for giving me so much entertainment, and no disrespect is meant by anything herein.

Eyeful



Youve been practicing, Kyrano smiled as he held up the padding in front of him as the tall young man made their little area crackle with the sounds of punching and kicking. Say what? he replied after a while as he stopped and cocked his ear. I said youve been practicing; it shows. Youre more powerful than ever, my young John, Kyrano said, gesturing as well as putting the padding down, as if to say that it was time for them to stop.

My young John Im glad you only call me that now either when its just the two of us, or if its only Virgil thats around, not the others, John laughed after he had removed his gloves, subsequently, he pushed a stray white-blond lock of hair back from his face that was beginning to annoy him. Kyrano smiled proudly at this splendid figure of a man, whose shy ways and gentle manner couldnt mask the graceful, gifted, athletic body that he possessed, nor his prowess in what some would call the manly arts. Your father, Mr. Tracy, is pleased but surprised at how easily you excelled not only in boxing but in the martial arts as well, kickboxing in particular, Kyrano handed him a nice, cool sports bottle filled with spring water, something that John was eager to drink.

There was silence as he drank- he had finished exercising for today; it had been a stimulating regimen of jump roping like a boxer, weight training for his arms and shoulders, a few restful stretches in between and the finale, a good session of kickboxing practice. Yes, he was as surprised as I was. He said that although Scott is very good at it, Im better- he said that you have to watch the quiet ones. He also went on to say that Id be formidable if I had to go into combat hand-to-hand, he put the bottle down, smiling quietly as he did so as he remembered his fathers praises.

Or hand to foot, you mean, the elder smiled at the younger; his face glowed with the kind of love and admiration that only someone who had willingly given themselves as a father to their charge under their guidance would do. Thanks for training with me. I feel great, but now Id like to just sit and kick back for a bit, John said as he took the towel that the elder man gave to him, wiping down a bit. Yes, and I think that I shall rest too, before cooking hmmm, something with a a peanut sauce? Kyranos eyes were merry as Johns blue eyes sparkled with delight. Awwwww, you really know how to spoil a guy, he said warmly, enfolding the older man in a filial embrace; the prospect of having grilled chicken breast kabobs, coated in peanut sauce seemed to John to be just the thing to make a day special.

After letting him go, he left the gymnasium relaxed, eager to sit down but with a happy spring in his step. He didnt ask me about my clothes, it wasnt just that it was warm in there- I felt like wearing red too, John thought and smiled to himself; the towel around his neck covered his shoulders, which were graced by a sleeveless undershirt in white. These, along with some short jogging shorts, in the color of fire-engine red, made him in fine fettle, as one would say. Virgil loves these colors- he got me into wearing them and I like them myself. He was walking into the main area of the house, noting that it was silent.

Dad and Scott went to the mainland, business associates to meet. Gordons up on my bird in space- relieving me; Gram and Tin-Tin, well, they went along with Dad, a sewing and quilting bee for charity, Tin-Tin said. It would seem terribly old fashioned to some, but Gram loves that and Tin-Tin has fun too; they love the female company, John mused as he walked along. Tracy island was predominately male, but at least their father didnt demand a machismo culture around the house- a regular house of roughnecks, as Scott would say- art, literature, music and manners had been as encouraged by their father as learning to pilot aircraft or use weapons. All of the Tracy brothers considered themselves fortunate in that regard.

John continued to reflect until he saw someone in a sitting room in a quieter part of the house that was older and rarely used. The wooden paneled sliding door was open to one side; from it, he could see Virgil, who was taking a nap. He stopped to look in upon his younger brother, who looked right now for all the world like a contented feline relaxing in the afternoon, mercifully away from the warmth of the slightly warmer weather and he was being protected by some Venetian blinds and nicely lined drapes.

John went quietly into the room; he could not resist a view of his beloved at rest, nevertheless, he tried to be as quiet as a falling snowflake, hoping not to awaken him. However, it just happened to be mere coincidence that Virgil twitched his nose, yawned, then opened up his hazel eyes, only to find his elder brother standing there looking at him calmly.

I was hoping that my entrance was quiet. Apparently it wasnt; Im sorry, John said in a quiet voice. No, you didnt disturb me. I just happened to be ready to wake up, thats all, Virgil said calmly, as he continued to remind John of a cat, stretching out his limbs with ease. John thought that it was so endearing that he put his hand out to stroke the dark-blond locks of hair that rested on Virgils forehead.

Youre wearing them too, John looked at Virgils shorts, which were the same very short jogging shorts like he himself was wearing, only they were in purple, not red, while he also wore a short sleeved, off white T-shirt to go with them. Yes, I see what you mean now. You must have known it too, the fact that grandma wasnt going to be at home. We can lounge in these around the house when shes not here, otherwise For sure, I know, John interrupted; wed have to change before leaving the gymnasium-father says that these are too short, too loose to wear around the house casually with ladies and all, John used the tone and imitated their fathers military bearing and manner as he remembered how he used to bring up these subjects with them.

Yes, its kind of like a party, a costume day almost, isnt it? John smiled as he looked at Virgils hand, which was gesturing for him to as well as to settle down on the couch. They talked about what Virgil would call little-or-nothing, small talk for quite some time. Virgil sat upright on the day bed as John sat on the couch near him. John was uncharacteristically sprawled out over it, his clothing made a sharp contrast to the grey couch. His relaxed, casual pose caused Virgil unconsciously to adopt the same stance while the two of them were still deep in their conversation, however after a while, they both fell silent.

At first, the silence could be attributed to a need on the parts of both brothers to rest their voices, but then as the silence continued, a gradual change could be felt as it took over the room. Virgils eyes drank in deeply the red shorts that John wore, noting how nicely they complemented his legs, which were graceful, long and very fair in color.

Without thinking, he allowed his eyes to wander lazily up from Johns feet to his lower thighs- he sure appreciated the view, although he was not quite ready for what was to appear next. I feel so relaxed so good today, John said cheerfully as he continued to sprawl out on the couch; his head was thrown back while his arms were out at his sides. Virgil, meanwhile, was still silent; he wanted to reply, but was stopped by a pleasing sight; the loose shorts shifted on Johns body, inadvertently revealing a fine view of his sex- it was resting nicely to one side, with the tip playing peek-a-boo with the observer.

Virgil could feel his eyes grow wide with surprise and at first, he sought to speak in order to let John know, then he found his eyes attempting to look away from the pleasing view, but he found himself unable to do so. Instead, he looked on in silence, surprise and blushes were fast giving away to a look of delight and a wish.

I almost fell asleep. Sorry, John said as he raised his head, only to find that Virgil had not heard him, but instead, had a glazed look in his eyes, as well as a blissful look on his face. John recognized the look, but could not think of what could have caused it.

Youreyoure looking at me as if I did not have any clothing on John said in a very low voice- he was also smiling shyly now and one could also detect merriment in his tone. As John lowered his eyes, he found that his own glance was resting on his beloveds purple shorts, which he found to be quite fetching. As he continued to look, he saw Virgils member, now hard and peeking straight out from the side legging of his clothing. It was then that his own body let him know, as a gentle breeze from the air conditioning wafted on his manhood, cooling it somewhat, just why Virgil was staring at him.

II did not tell anyone that I was was coming here, Virgil sought to speak, but his voice was thickening. I went my own way too, John replied. Hardly a soul in the place ohhhh John, do we dare? Virgil said in barely a whisper; hope and desire commingling in the tone of his voice. John rose from the couch and put his fingers to his lips as he walked over to the wooden sliding door in order to close as well as to secure it. We do. Its a holiday.lets treat it like one, John whispered at last as he finished, then he walked over to Virgil, who began to remove his T-shirt.

For the two of them, it seemed that each act of love merely enriched the experience of their love in its entire. John wasted no time in sitting next to Virgil after the latter moved over on the day bed to make a place for him.

As Virgil turned to him and touched his cheek gently, he could see a conflict brewing in Johns eyes all of a sudden. Youd youd rather not? Virgils voice betrayed a bit of disappointment. No I really want to, but I did such a vigorous workout am I okay? II might need to graba shower first, Johns voice was reflecting a slight apprehension about being perhaps too gamy as he liked to put it, as he felt his eyes lower their glance to the floor.Oh, I love that youre so tidy and all, Virgil took his beloveds chin and raised his head, looking directly at him. I love it even more when youve been working out, he went on to put his nose teasingly along Johns graceful, long neck, sniffing ever so quietly. Youre not gamy you smell like a man whose labored in a nice field, fresh and lively, he began to move his nose away approvingly in order to offer his lips- you look so good, you smell so very, very good but now right here and now I want to taste you as well, too Virgil put his soft lips upon the underside of Johns arm, very close to his underarm and varied between licking and kissing, in addition to seeking to tease his lover by giving him a few playful nibbles.

John moved his arm in order to give his brother more room to play, groaning at the seductive different sensations of touch, as they varied from lip, to teeth, or tongue. With a deep moan, he pushed his beloved brother gently away, just far enough in order so that he could remove his own shirt, then he pulled Virgil back close to him, sealing his freedom from hygienic worries with a deep, long, passionate kiss.

It was their habit to take turns; now this time, John would be the one to take his turn, as jogging shorts, socks or shoes were quickly removed and cast neatly to a hidden side; before they knew it, John found Virgils fine legs wrapped tightly around his upper thighs and Virgil was trying hard not to bite on his beloveds shoulder in delight as he felt himself being completely filled by Johns member, which inerrantly found its home in that small space of warmth.AHHHHHH I feel you filling me all the way to my head Virgil groaned aloud as the hardness took over; John was deep within him now, sighing with relief and pleasure too, for Virgils own sex was rubbing against his body; the tip of it felt so tantalizingly good- when it began like this, he wished that it would almost never stop. He relaxed just a bit, just long enough to able to open his heavenly blue eyes- his hands and arms were on either side of Virgil, making the two of them come closer, more and more as one.

You you do it for me like no one I want no one but you love no other like you, V, John breathed out the words in rhythm timed in between strokes. He could see the same word of love mouthed by his beloved brother, so overcome was Virgil that he was unable to speak. John continued to kiss; they opened their mouths up wide as if to exchange breaths of air. Virgil was holding him so tightly that John had to make his thrusts shallow, instead of plunging in deep, but that was fine- they both liked to try variety in their love play.

somewhere around the world John sang quietly as in an eye blink, he changed his movements from back and forth to the more pleasing motion of a potters wheel; he moved his engorged phallus in delightful, clockwise circles, evoking melodious sigh of delight from his beloved. They were oblivious once more to the world, to even the sounds that they were making. All that mattered to them was their act of love, which like a sacred ritual, took them beyond their flesh because their love transcended the flesh. They were bound to each other in truth and spirit- one in all of the ways that mattered.

At the same time that the lovers were at play, Alan, their youngest brother, sensed a need for a break in his studies. He was in a study room a bit of a distance from his own room; he knew that when he had to bear down and study one of his favorite subjects, analytical chemistry, that he preferred to be far away from the comforts and distractions of his own room. His best friend, Fermat, was not studying with him this time; he was with his father, Brains, no doubt he was getting some pointers on some far-out-scientific-idea, as Alan liked to call it, when he was in a mood to tease him playfully.

Alan stretched as he got up and could feel a frown form on his youthful face-I dont mind studyingbut Ive been at it for hours. Id like to take a break with Fermat, but hes in one of those: Im-totally-dedicated-to-science mood today, his voice betrayed his own sulky mood, a mood that he began to feel this morning, when Fermat had informed him of his plans for the upcoming day.

Oh well, its not all that bad, Alan smiled to himself as at the same time, he chided himself for taking on such a childish stance; between the two of them, Fermat was clearly the more mature one, despite the fact that they were only a few months apart in age. I cant help it, if Im in love with an old-man and a bookworm to boot, his aquamarine eyes twinkled naughtily and he began to laugh softly, which in turn, broke his weariness and tension.

Okay Ill be a good boy todayand study some more, but my textbook, Alan picked it up. It was good but he knew who had a better one, especially if he wanted to keep one step ahead in his studies, as it was his custom to do. Johns books, theyre the best, the newest! He knows this stuff in his sleep, perhaps I can, uhhh, er borrow just one or two, Alan whispered the words, he knew that he wasnt going to find these newer books in Johns room- he had caught on to his brothers borrowing and rustling through his collections quite a while back.

He didnt fuss or yell, Alan remembered, but that gentle, firm voicethat he used with all of us might as well had been Dad pointing a stern finger at us when weve been up to something, he continued to remember the quiet lecture that they all got, simply and plainly- if you borrow, please ask first.

Oh well, like Scott said: who else do you know that alphabetizes and re-alphabetizes their books? Thats how our borrowings stuck out like a sore thumb, Alan finished his thought out loud, equally remembering that from that time on, John took his more valuable books to another room in a seldom used, older portion of the house, which he turned into an impromptu library.

I know where it is though; Alan smiled to himself with self satisfaction. Ill go there and get just two volumes and leave a note in their place; if he really gets bugged, Ill promise to take some extra duty weeks upon Thunderbird 5- hell love the extra time on Earth. Thus with a plan in action and with the confidence that he always had in himself to see things through undetected, the youngest member of the Tracy family left his own study area towards his destination.

The deities of love had always been kind to Virgil and John and would continue to be, however, they were joined this time by the Fates, who were eager to have a part in the love drama. It was they, not any carelessness on Johns part that caused the sliding wooden paneled door to unloosen, thereby allowing a small, but nonetheless open view into the room. The slight of hand by powers unseen went unnoticed by the lovers- so intense was their ongoing union that they were rendered blind to anything but one another.

Therefore, it was in that fashion that Alan, seeking a short cut to Johns hideaway library, walked along the corridor, his mind focused on his studies, until his ears let him know that he was not the only one in this lonely part of the house.

Somebodys having a good time I wish it were me, was Alans first thought upon hearing one pleasant sound, but when he heard another voice, his curiosity could not help but get the better of him. He assumed that by the second voice that it was coming from a DVD or a secret television program that was being watched, but as his keen eyes peeped into the narrow but ample opening of the door, those same deities of love, ones that Alan did not know about, entwined with the Fates, made him freeze in his tracks, his aquamarine eyes grew wide with astonishment at what they were seeing.

The normally brave-to-the-point-of-foolhardy pilot of Thunderbird 3 was frozen dead in his tracks- his senses were stunned by the erotic tableau set before him, OMIGODontheon the bottomVirgil? He blinked his jewel-like eyes in disbelief as he saw his elder brother, whose ways were so shy, quiet and so chaste that hardly any of the others dared to venture even a few ribald words to him, seriously or in jest. But there he was, his body drenched and glowing with sweat, as his lips were locked firmly onto anothers, while his thigh flexed their muscles to match each erotic move initiated by the one above him.

Well, Ill be.heshes with a manand that manis John? My god, my own brothers? Alan dared not to blink for fear of accusing himself of hallucinating, however, this was all too real and not only just by sight, but with the guttural, earthy voices that fell upon his ears, also by sound as well.

Virgil was lost; his head moved from side to side. His mouth was changing shape seemingly from one moment to the next, from one of grimace in the appearance only, not in reality, of pain that Johns passion drove him to, right to grins of the deepest joy. He had tried to make more than one note noises. Now, as John held him close and for the barest instant, as Virgil raised one of his thighs higher, Alan could see his other brothers testicles, large and firm like new grown plums, slapping into Virgil with each movement, which now was like a dance, with a variation between the gentle rolling about like a potters wheel, or one of thrusting in ever deeper with an extraordinary, to Alans eyes, vigor.

Ummmmpleaseoh,pleaseJohnits sogood AHHHHHHHHH Virgil sang out the words in sounds of perfect pitch. As for John, he had buried his lips and mouth against his lovers neck, using his aristocratic, yet powerful arms to hold his love ever tighter, while at the same time, he rubbed his taunt belly against Virgils own sex, the tip of which slid against that firm stomach, coating him copiously with its own natural lubricant. John smiled to himself- he realized that he was in deep, filling his beloved not only the way he liked, it, but he was also giving a masturbatory satisfaction to his chosen one, by his use of his stomach as a fretting instrument.

Despite everything in him that said that he should be horrified, nay, even repulsed, Alan felt his body react- his hair, the color of newly minted gold, began to dampen and swirl into those curls that his own paramour, unbeknownst to any, Fermat, found too irresistible to keep his hands out of, especially at the climax of their own comminglings. He could feel his eyes close and his head swirl as the seminal fluids within his own body began to congeal, causing his own man root to swell and rise.

He could tell that his brothers, unlike himself were not beginners- it was obvious that they had been at this for quite some time and he had to admit with an almost nigh palpable gnawing feeling of lust, admiration and envy that they were quite good at it. Alan began to lick his lips involuntarily; fascination was taking over- who would have ever dreamed that the two shyest and quietest members of the family would carry on like this and with such expert precision. II ought to go away look awayoh heaven help me I cant Alans hand was shaking; he could feel his own organ beg for that sweet release that at times of isolation or want, he could easily produce by the caress of his youthful hands. Shame began to creep over him; only that kept him from moving his hand down into his own walking shorts. However, try as he might, he could not close his beautiful eyes.

Ohgodyesgodyesgodyescant hold backany longerfeellike a dam about to burst ohhhhhgodIm about to. John groaned as he rose up at last, his burning eyes were locked unto Virgils now. Virgil couldnt speak, he just tossed back and forth at first, then in a bare whisper, he too stated that his moment was almost upon him. I loveyou, mymy own Virgil gasped the words at last- he so wanted John to once again be sure about the love that he so deeply bore for him.

and I youmymy, oh my John felt his whole body stiffen and harden; he was rigid, as he plunged in one last time, giving his beloved the sensation of iron within him. Oh my VIRRRRRRRRRRRRGILLLLLLLL John uttered in desperation, as well with the oddest smoothness. His voice took on the cadence of the drawl of the American South, as smooth as a mint julep.

Now, they were both awash; wet with kisses, juices and their own semen. John bucked and arched- he was coming in spurts, each one consecutively stronger than the last, with Virgils following in suit in an even flow that flooded onto the sides of his lovers waist; the shaft exploding, grateful to be relieved of its burden.

Alans eyes closed at this point, virile as he was, he was going to have to leave- indeed, run away- his own body was about to ejaculate in rebellion against being denied its usual, gradual steps to release. So bizarre, yet so beautiful, he moaned, hoping that he would not be heard.

Fortunately, he was not heard, but as Virgil and John reveled in the warm bliss of their ecstasies, Virgils head turned towards the door; his eyes were focused and alert. There he saw his baby brother, no mistaking the golden hair, the faultless fair skin, or lips which were licking themselves uncontrollably. Virgils glance was long and hard-he had made no mistake; that image was burned into his memory and it caused a wave of ice, as cold as a glacier, to run down his spine in tandem with the warm bliss. It was numbing; his flesh went from cold then back to warm from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes.

Like an ripple upon a pond, it ran straight to Alan, whose bodily demands forced him to flee, which he did as fast as he could in silence, believing falsely, since his eyes had been closed as Virgil saw him, that he had gotten away sight unseen. When Alan reached a WC nearby, he closed the door as quietly as he could, then the shame, the puzzlement, the sheer totality of it all set in- it deflated his throbbing member like a fish taken abruptly from the sea and put on shore. The sudden return to flaccidity relieved, rather than annoyed him; he sighed as he pressed his head as well as the palms of his hands upon the inside of the door.

Ive got to clear my headthink really, really fast. Thank goodness they didnt see me, Alan expelled a deep sigh, hoping that he would not be heard. As he fell silent, it seemed to him like for a time, a million thoughts were running through his head, having to do with questions such as why, or how long. In a brief time, however, Alan came to one conclusion. If it were me he whispered, looking back to his own situation with Fermat, Id want, Id hope that that person would keep it to himself- he finished his thought in silence. My brothers are adults; its consensual, to be sure; he allowed his body to feel in a small way once more the pleasure that it got from seeing the sensual act.

Thats it then. What I sawand heard stays with meand no other. Although Alan was very young, just scarcely past age 21, he had long been expected to keep in confidence matters of all kinds. In addition, he equally knew that if had told their father, not only would there be chaos of all kinds, but in addition, his own secret relationship might be exposed. Also and much worse, their father would lose respect and trust in him; telling on them would, to their father be far worse than what John and Virgil were doing.

Ive got to settle down. I think Ill rest at the old house, he said to himself, as he gathered himself together and left the WC in order to go towards an area where he kept his moped, since it was a warm day, he would use that, instead of a regular bicycle, to get to his little hideaway, a comfy place that he had nicknamed the old house.

While Alan was leaving the main house in a way that avoided the two lovers, John and Virgil had finished; they helped each other with their clothing as usual. Virgil had his back turned to John while they were dressing; he did not wish John to see that he was so lost in thought. He knew that he could not take back what he had seen, nor did he wish to let it show on his face. This is not the time yet to explain it to John but I know that Ill have to, soon, before the others return I cant keep this from him- it wouldnt be fair hed be hurt, upset with me, Virgil found himself thinking and thinking faster than he was accustomed to.

Virgil at last, John put his hand on Virgils shoulder, in turn, Virgil gave out a deep sigh in order to mask the shiver that his body made. Suchsuch a nice and unexpected interlude, Johns voice was warm; he half murmured the words. He was still feeling the pleasure from before. Yesoh, yes to be sure Virgil tendered a response. You know, Virgil began, hoping not to give John time to ask another question. A few minutes ago when you said my name whenyou know, Virgil lowered his eyes shyly, causing John to look at him tenderly. I heard you say it well like a Southerner. Ive never heard you ever talk that way before Virgils quietness masked his concern; he was using his will not to give anything away at this point- this was still Johns, no their moment.

II guessyes I did, didnt I? John could feel himself smile shyly and the pink to red began to cover his cheeks, flooding to the rest of his body. Well, Iall I can say, is that when Id be at NASA in Houston or in Florida even more so Id find that at the end of my work there, sometimes Id obtain or lapse, as I used to call it, into that way of speaking. I would seek to dump it before coming home; it wasnt me.

Also, I know that in my quarters when I was aloneand got a bit lonely and Id need to well Johns voice trailed off a bit as he smiled, looking at his hand, which he was using in order to touch his thigh, indicating what his loneliness would drive him to do at times. I know Virgil smiled warmly at him nodding. Well, John went on, Id call out your name, buried in my pillow, sometimes with that accent it just added to the good feeling, although I couldnt tell you why, John was blushing all over now and smiling- it was just his way and irresistible, as Virgil found himself kissing John on the cheek before he knew it.

Well, with that explanation done, now its my turn- you okay? You ran cold as ice there for a minute there; you were cold all over, V youve never been like that before I could not think at the time but afterwards I well I wondered did I? Didnt I make you happy? Johns color and demeanor returned to normal. Yesnot to worry, Virgil put John in his arms. You made me happy; you make me happy satisfied. You never disappoint, John, Virgil held him tightly; the course of action that he was going to take was now set.

Virgil had been shocked and scared by Alans intrusion, but his own inner serenity, which was his greatest strength, had filled the hole of fear that had developed in him. His feelings, his instincts told him that all would be well; he could and would make it well. John needed him and loved him. His love had made John happy, his life whole and complete, in ways Virgil knew that were far deeper than for himself. He deserves that love, the intimacy, every thing in me that I have to give and Im not going to allow anyone or anything get in the way of that. Im not going to allow Alan to ruin thisfor us. Upon this last thought, he felt his grip upon John tighten, so much so that John began to fidget; not wanting to give anything away, Virgil released him.

Wed better separate for an hour or two, but I want to chat with you later, in my room okay? Virgil said as calmly as he could. Sure, Ill be there, say in a little over than an hour? What shall we talk about? Johns voice was calm but concerned. Oh, just some odds and ends about Alan I could use your help, Virgil said, relieved that he was masking the furtive tone in his voice. Sure, Ill be glad to, but actually, Scott plays the big brother role better than I do, John smiled as he put his towel in his arms. Ill see you, in just over an hour then, John finished.

To Virgil, the time went by all too quickly; like John, he had used the time to bathe and groom himself thoroughly, after he had spent a short time tidying up the day bed, so that no traces of their time together would be detected by anyone else. A small knock on the door let him know that John was outside. He took a silent sigh and opened the door. John had changed into some walking shorts, some beige ones, that were longer and more modest, the usual kind that he would wear around the house on a warm, balmy day.

Glad that youre here, Virgil said as he gestured to John to come in and sit down at a small table that he had in his room. Virgil, I decided to wait. I know that something is wrong. Im only glad that you did not wait too long to tell me, John spoke calmly, declining to sit down. He stood before him, with his arms folded in front of him. I guess I shouldnt be surprised- you know those things instinctively, even without our being involved, Virgil went on- he needed to sit down; he hoped that it would help him preserve his calm. Well, John, to be frank it is about Alan- I can tell you for sure, awhile ago, he saw us. I saw him clearly and plainly- theres no doubt about it,

You dont mean Johns eyes grew wide, almost becoming totally blue. Hehe saw us? When we when we were? Yes, when we were doing it. Im afraid so. The sliding doorit must have come open- no ones fault, its old. I saw him clearly; the opening gave him a small, but a very clear view of of us, Virgil was pale and John could see his hand trembling just slightly. He did not notice that I had seen him- apparently, he had his eyes closed by then, Virgil gave a deep sigh as he finished.

For his part, John, who was as pale as a sheet, also sat down. He felt as if he had been sucker punched in the stomach and subsequently, he needed a chance to catch his breath. Ohohwhat we always feared.what we tried so hard so desperately hard to avoid he said sadly. For a moment, he closed his eyes, then he opened them, looking deeply into Virgils. He knew that his beloved expected him to react by being horribly distraught, but it was for such a time as this that Johns true inner strength and fortitude came to the forefront. Virgil needs my strength, my support as much as I need his, he thought as his gaze burned deeply into his younger brothers pain filled eyes.

You know as I said in the beginning- as long as you dont have any regrets about loving me, John spoke quietly. I dont. I love you, more than ever, John, Virgils gaze grew calm; he was surprised, pleased and comforted by this show of strength- he was right; John was strong in his character and Virgil could count on it, as he always believed that he could.

Then, we can face this together. We need to have a discussion with Alan- let him know that we know; Virgil held Johns hand and continued to speak. Hes got to realize that this isnt a game for the two of us. Perhaps in time, hell come to understand the love we have for one another, John put his hand over his beloveds and held it tightly.

Thank goodness, we have each other. I dont want things to be ruined for us, but the thought the very idea that he saw us when we were making love that was private, personal it wasnt a show it belonged to us , Virgil said and could not help but shed a few tears from his beautiful eyes.

Shhh Id blame myself, the lock, but what good would it do? John replied, sighing; he turned Virgil into his arms in order to hug him. Its just Alanit could have been worse far, far worse we can be thankful for that. What we have, Alans accidental discovery cant take away we wont let him take it away, Johns voice was calm and firm.

I tell you what, you rest a bit, I will too. Ill gather my thoughts, then, Ill ask Alan if I can talk to him, away from the househmmm the gazebo. Its a nice, calm place and beyond earshot from the main house, John took a soothing tone hoping to calm Virgil.

Oh, please, please dont blame yourself about the lock- I dont. I dont want you to be in pain, at least if I can help it- ever again, Virgils eyes were still full of tears, but he spoke as firmly as he could, determined that John would not heap any guilt upon himself for what was obviously an accident, something that was no ones fault. Okay, Im not taking any blame, truly, honestly please dont worry. There now, you need to rest, just even for a little bit. When Alans at the gazebo, come to us, as John continued to remain calm, Virgil yawned, feeling less agitated.

As John saw to Virgil, helping him to lie down to rest, he left afterwards, going towards his own room. When he got there, he went to a small, quiet area of his room and settled on the floor; meditation, rather than sleep would help him now, he knew instinctively. It would, as he always knew, give him the ability to act as well as insights on how to act decisively.

The heat of the day found the Tracy household cool and comfortable, since all of them had found sanctuary from the sun and the heat. As early evening began to make its appearance, cool, brisk, trade winds, the natural air conditioner for their island home, began to do their job of cooling everything down outside.

It was at that time that Alan returned to the main house; he had showered, rested and changed his clothing during his stay at his hideaway. In his room, he looked at his books and decided that it was useless to resume his studies. Well, at least I had enough presence of mind to before he could finish his thought, which was about being proud of the fact that despite the days drama, he had obtained the books he needed from Johns private library, he heard a knock on his door as well as a voice- it was John and he was asking for him.

Alan responded, bidding him to come in, momentarily forgetting to put the said books away that he was so proud of collecting without Johns notice. Uh hi John, Alan said, or at least tried to say nonchalantly. Hello to you too, John was gentle and calm, but Alan did not notice any sternness in his voice, even as he glanced over at the 3 volumes. You needed them to study; thats okay, Im sure that you were going to inform me, John continued calmly. Ofof course I learned my lesson last time, believe me, Alan finished, making an attempt to sound in a self-depreciating, joking mood.

Well, forget about a note or anything like that, this time. I have a request; I need to have a little chat with you outside by the gazebo, its nice out there, John went on. The gazebo? Yes, it is nice, but why out there? Alan replied hoping to hide his anxiety. Well, besides being cooler and getting a bit of fresh airwell, I tell you what John said, fingering his textbooks; these were brand new ones that Alan was borrowing. Yes, his baby brother was shrewd, no doubt about it, he thought.

Since these are my very brand new books and doubtless you are going to really hit the books tonight, possibly leaving a coffee stain or two on them and youll want to offer me something in exchange, say, trading extra time on my bird for the use of them; Im going to wave that. Just instead, indulge me and come out to the gazebo oh say, in an half an hour or so? Fair enough? John used a diplomatic tone, one that always caught Alan off-guard, it made him sound so fair-minded that anyone would look like a boor if they attempted to refuse his requests. Sure then, anything you say and thanks. Youre probably right about the coffee stains though, Alan laughed to hide a bit of skittishness that he was feeling- he was going to have to practice if he was going to keep this a secret from everyone, including and especially, the two main players involved, he mused.

In less than an hour, Alan found himself standing outside of the familys gazebo, another place where they could dine away from the house, read, relax, or more often than not, have private conversations with each other, since it was beyond listening distance from the main house.

Alan was earnestly trying to devise ways in order to act around John as if he did not know anything about his relationship. Talk about cloak and dagger, he whispered to himself- he wondered why it seemed so difficult for him; was it the fact that although John was in a relationship with a man, just like himself, however, his significant other was not just anyone, but his, no their own brother?Theres so much that Id like to know, but is it really my business? In addition, how long had it gone on for; did anyone else know? If so, they werent talking; Gordon in particular, the one person who spent far more time in space with John, he had to admit, than himself.

Im glad that youre here Alan, thank you, John said, causing his youngest brother to turn his head wildly- he looked startled. WellI gave my word, John- why wouldnt I be here, his tone was testy, annoying and Alan regretted it as soon as the words echoed in his ears. John went inside of the sitting area, walking past his brother, who moved out of the way. John could feel his heart sink a little.

Im sorry John; I did not mean to snap at you like that Alans voice and eyes were genuinely contrite. I know that you are studying and all- its probably tiring. Ill try not to keep you here too long, John sought to mask the sinking feeling that he felt- he was now wondering if Alan now viewed him as a vile person, rather than a loving, respectable older brother.

Thats Virgil; hes coming out towards here! Alans sharp eyes and directness forced John to take notice. Did you ask him to come? I thoughtthatyou intended to talk to me alone, Alan finished in the same tone. No, I did not plan on talking to you alone and I did not forget to tell you, John anticipated his younger brothers next question.

The tension continued to build in silence as each brothers mind was racing with questions, opinions, fears, conclusions and tactics- trying to invent a strategy in order to deal with the situation. Alan decided after a point to be calm; if I keep acting tense, theyll know somethingor the fact that Im hiding something. He drew himself up to his full, tall height- he had a reputation for not being afraid and he intended to live up to it.

Virgil was silent; his face was calm as he approached Alan, who noticed that he was walking in that manner of his, one that usually meant that he was determined to see a difficult situation through, no matter what. It was this, more than anything else, which let Alan know what the subject was going to be about.

Your instincts are quite correct, Alan, Virgil said as he went past him, going inside of the gazebo in order to sit down on the benches that were located inside of it. II mean we both know-I do, because I saw you, when you were looking at us- John knows because I told him, he finished in a calm, but firm, determined tone. For what seemed to be quite a long time, all three young men were silent. As John sat down, Alan followed suit, so as to not cause any suspicions in case someone from the house was watching.

Wewe dont expect you to approveor understand even, John said quietly. We can tell you though, we love each other deeply. Also, weve never abused one another, not ever- I hope that if nothing else, you know this about your elder brothers, Alan, John finished. Alan knew this already, although he was still not talking at this point; he was still looking into their eyes. Johns were, as usual, clear and honest. Virgils, although, just as honest, were still holding the pain that he felt- theyre very private people; Virgil looks like my peeping in on him, on them, made him feel wellviolated, Alan mused.

II cant change what I saw and heardbut Im sorry, very, very sorry for the obvious pain that its causing. Youre both the quieter, shyer onesin the family, Alan said contritely. As for understandingor accepting well, perhaps its the unusual lives that we lead. Were isolated from so many others, yet also, weve been each others friends, best friends and confidants, whatever. I guess for you two; it just went forward another step, Alan looked at Virgil as he said this, then he turned his gaze toward John and continued.

John, youve well youve always been easy going, but just getting by. Only someone, well, perhaps just me- could see that for a lot of the time, that you were lonely, missing something. However, you never complained and Virgil just being your friend brought you some happiness. But nowall of this- it doesnt show, hardly likewell, being exposed or anything, but youre truly happy now, really and truly. Virgils happy in a different way, different, but no less happy. Besides, when it comes right down to it, youre both my brothers and my friends too and you still are friends to me tooafter all of this, I hope.

Given everything- I cant judge; I wouldnt even want to try- I love you both andwhat Im really trying to say isIunderstanda little and Im not repulsed, if that was what you were both afraid of. What happened todaywell, Ill take it to the grave, if thats your concern. Were blood- we are in many ways, a part of one another.

As Virgil felt calmer and could sense the pain leaving his eyes, John was overcome- he felt a lump in his throat, one that he finally decided not to swallow. Instead, he let the tears run down his cheeks; his words were inaudible. Thisthis means moremore to the two of us I can, than we can say, Virgil spoke, realizing that he was speaking for the two of them.

Yesthank you, thank you so much, Alan, John said as a sob escaped from his lips. Awwwhat are brothers for? Alan smiled softly. Two things though- one: I know that this is a huggable moment, but maybe some other time- we dont want to give anything awayand two, this may not be the right moment to say this, John, but I want to anyway. I promise that Ill be real careful with your textbooks tonight; no coffee stains and if one happens, Ill buy you a new volume- no arguments, okay? Alan wanted to have that devilish twinkle in his eye, but he suppressed the urge- this was too important a moment for that. John, in turn nodded approvingly of his offer.

I think that wed best split up for now. We can meetlater at supper after composing ourselves? On evenings like this, Kyrano is inclined to serve supper after 2000, Virgil was the one who was conscious of the time. Each of the brothers nodded in silence and agreement and watched as Alan, now cheery, a weight taken off of his shoulders at last, was the first to walk away.

You know, Alans different, hes hes really grown up now, John said at last, being alone with Virgil was helping him to regain his composure. Yes, he did sort of say it all, didnt he? Virgil was pondering the same thing. Im so glad to have him for a brotherand a friend, John smiled now. See youlater on then, Virgil rose up and waved as he walked away. Without a doubt, John knew that this meant not only would they share a nice supper, but that some cuddling into the wee hours, perhaps, was also in store as well.

John watched Virgil walk towards the house- for himself, he was on his way to the beach. Being of almost one mind, perhaps, John thought, Virgil might have been wondering, just as he was himself was wondering, what could have made Alan so mature and poised now. Or maybe, Johns inner, instinctual voice was whispering to him: what was the wrong term- perhaps, a better term was who?

Part 2 of Jessicas Big Dick Adventure

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