Obsession For My Little Brother - Part 7
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Obsession For My Little Brother - Part 7
By
PJ Franklin pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net
The week started off just fine, no drama. I would spy Aaron and his friends around school and walk the other way, just avoid any possibility of temptation for them to tease or give me a bad time. At home, Aaron was decent. I helped him study some weak subjects, one in preparation for a quiz on Wednesday and he seemed to do just fine during our study. The next afternoon we found out that he actually got a B+ on the quiz in a class that he ordinarily hated. Dad gave him a well earned "Good job son, see? I knew you could do it!" and I got kudos for helping him.
That night was, as usual, card night for Mom and Dad. Thank God they went somewhere else. All those adults crowding into our small house to play Bridge or whatever the hell they played would have been really fucked up. Anyway, after they left, I had gone to my room feeling pretty damn good about things, especially that Aaron had actually paid attention to me and pleased Dad by getting a good grade on the quiz.
I was sitting at my study desk, my back to the open bedroom door doing some homework. Then I sensed somebody was watching me. I turned my head, there was Aaron kind of posing in the doorway (or so it looked to me) wearing nothing but a pair of soccer shorts. Shit! Talk about distraction. He looked, as always, damn hot!
"Hey," I said allowing my eyes and my imagination to wander up and down his body.
"What're you up to?" he asked and came over and sat on the edge of my bed. Now that was a strange question coming from him during a school night.
"Homework," I replied and sat back in my chair.
"Um, thanks for helping me get that good quiz grade," he said just a tad sheepishly.
"Sure pleased Dad," I smiled.
"Yea, for now anyway. So look, Mom and Dad are out. If you want to mess around later, just let me know."
My dick started to thicken. It thought it knew what "messing around" meant, but I wanted to be sure,
"You horny?" I asked abruptly quite without thinking and instantly thought Aaron might take offense. The corner of his mouth did curl up,
"More like I thought you would be by now. You haven't said a thing so far this week. You been sticking to our agreement?" he asked, but not in a suspicious way.
"Yea, I have, but it's not easy 'cause Mom and Dad are all over the place since they got home, 'course I'm horny," I explained.
"Cool, so, how about you tell me what you want to do and let's maybe see if in a while we can have some fun, OK?" he offered.
Why was it that I felt suspicious? What angle was he playing? I thought I was supposed to initiate our fun? Or maybe he was just being a good guy and thanking me for my helping him to get a good grade? Or maybe he kind of got used to the sex and really enjoyed it? That was what I chose to imagine, my incredibly hot little brother wanting to get naked, down and dirty with me. You know, total guy sex. Fat chance, but what would it hurt to tease him a little? After all, I had probably earned the right, some anyway.
"Um, OK. We both get totally naked and wrestle, dirty, like you guys did last weekend. Loser gets spanks or paddle pops or whatever. Eventually I get to suck your dick and you can fuck me up the ass at the end," and ended up blushing like shit for having said all of that.
"Naked huh? Me too?" he asked, his expression not changing a bit. I got cold feet and backed off,
"It's not a gay thing or anything Aaron; besides, I was just yanking your chain," I retreated.
"Not gay? Sounds really gay to me," he smirked.
I rolled my eyes, "I said … I was just yanking your chain Aaron, forget it, OK?" I said feeling a little annoyed and wondering why the hell I open myself like that!
"Hey Donald! Gotcha dude! Why you getting so defensive?" he chastised me, "Don't you remember our agreement? You're to be honest and just say stuff, not get all pissy about it."
He was right, of course. I was still really defensive and he had never gone off on me about what I liked. I blew out my cheeks,
"Yea, you're right, I'm sorry Aaron … OK, so the fact is you look totally hot tonight and when I turned my head, I wanted to see you naked and wanted to get it on with you. And yes, it is gay, for me that is."
"That's better. Good. So when you're done with your homework, look me up. I'll be in my room," and he got up and left the room, me in a such a state of lust and arousal that I may as well track him down now to blow off some steam, I was not going to get much more done with my pecker having taken over; but I did try, for a whole twenty minutes.
Well, it turned out to feel like the longest damn twenty minutes of my life. I knew Mom and Dad would be out until around 11:30PM so that would give us a few hours to screw around if it lasted that long, so there was lots of time. I was still puzzling though.
My gut told me that something had changed with Aaron, but my mind said that nothing had changed, he was just leading me around by a nose ring as usual. No matter, it was time to get busy and get out of it what I could. I stood up and walked to the bedroom doorway and down the hallway but paused at the open bathroom door and looking inside, my eyes widened,
"Right on time Donny, I didn't think you would last long. Now go get your dildo and the lube, lose your clothes and get your ass back in here!"
I barely heard him, I was staring not only at my hot naked little bro, but also at his massive erection!
"What's the matter bro? Isn't this what you want?" he said grabbing and shaking his ramrod straightened dick at me. I furrowed my brow,
"Hell yes!" and took off back to my room, my mind buzzing with anticipation as well as incredulity.
I dismissed my sweat pants, underwear and T-shirt and flew to my closet. I found my secret stash of dildo, lube and yes, there were the god-damned pink frilly girls panties that I had to wear to the gym the prior weekend and that got me in trouble with Coach Taylor. I looked at them, I despised them, hated them even!
I grabbed them up kind of angrily in a wad, fucking girly shit! I stood up, breathing heavily. My dick was waving around like it was directing traffic. Suddenly, it directed me! I put them on. SHIT! Why did I do that? I sped over to look at myself in my mirror. I looked awful, they felt awful, all scratchy-like against my skin; but my dick was perfectly happy straining the front of them. What should I do? What would Aaron say if I wore them? Why the hell would I want to do that!?
Then, losing track of time and good common sense, I grabbed the back of them and kind of roughly shoved them up my ass crack, into more like a pink thong and started to giggle at myself. I didn't look at all better, but that big sudden tightening did make my dick feel great! I turned sideways to the mirror and shook my head. This was stupid!
"DONALD ALAN!" the accusatory voice shouted from the doorway and Aaron was at my side in a flash, his fist grabbing my arm like Dad does sometimes, "What the fuck are you doing? What's this shit?" he barked snapping back the wadded up panties.
"Um … errr … I was going to take them off, I swear Aaron," I sputtered.
"I told you to get your ass BACK to the bathroom with dildo and lube and here you are prancing around, misbehaving. Go get me the paddle, NOW!" he spanked my ass out of the door, me still wearing the distorted girls panties up my ass crack.
I waddled down the hallway and fetched the dreaded paddle. I had fucked up big time and knew I was in for a blistered bottom. I wanted to take the damn panties off or at least relieve the pressure up my butt crack, but didn't dare to now. I returned to the bedroom walking like a duck. There was Donny sitting on my study desk chair in the middle of the room,
"Give me that paddle. Over my knee young man!" he barked. I waddled over to him feeling and I am sure looking like a chastened little boy. I flopped across his naked knees, noticing his erection lazily thumping up against his washboard abs.
"I swear to god Donald, I can't take my eye off of you for one second!" and felt him tug a little on the wedgied panties. The pressure on my dick was building, me naked, him naked, his erection now thumping up against my side. I was dangerously close to even bigger trouble!
"Now get that ass up high young man! Show me your willingness to take your punishment, beg me for it!" he insisted.
I arched my ass upwards but in doing so I could not help that the sensitive underside of my dick, encased in its tight pink prison, kind of roughly humped back and forth a little on Aaron's strongly muscled thigh. I couldn't help it and moaned, it felt so damn good!
"Don't even think about it mister! You lose your load and you will be punished, hard!" he warned me but once again, my stupid penis said, "Oh yea? That might be fun!" Fuck you penis, the skin on my ass can't possibly pay for your reckless disregard!
I may have been OK and not lost it but then Aaron went and grabbed the waist part of my wedgied panties and gave it one last big tug upwards, even a little painfully so, but not painfully enough apparently. Suddenly, I shuddered like a blast of freezing cold air had hit my skin and my dickhead started to pump out cum, loads of it, "Oh shit!" was all I could helplessly say.
"You fuckin' little bitch slut!" Aaron sneered not moving a muscle. I was in an orgasmic haze and humped his knee hard and on purpose driven by nothing but the base need to get as much out of it as I could. He let me finish and then grabbed my arm even more forcefully.
"Get UP! Get that disgusting thing off, right now!" he ordered. I stood up and thank god I was not going to have to wear the evil garment, maybe never again. I quickly pulled the cum-soak panties down to the floor and kicked them to the side as if it was a poisonous thing.
"What are you doing!? Pick it up!"
"What?" I said alarmed.
"I said, PICK … IT … UP!" he glared at me. I did not like the look on his face nor the tone in his voice. I was in big shit trouble now!
I picked it up, a pink mass of synthetic fabric pretty damn fouled of my gooey big load.
"Put it in your mouth!" he commanded. NOOO! I looked at him, "Please no Aaron, anything but that! Please! Punish me, just not with … "
"DO IT!" He yelled at me.
I winced, I looked at it and then slowly filled my mouth with as little of it as I thought I could get away with, the awful synthetic taste of the fabric mixing with my sticky salty load! I swear it was way worse than the cum-wet jock strap!
"More!" he snapped and pushed it even further inside my mouth making me feel slightly gaggy.
"So, you wanted to wrestle dirty did you? Fine! Get on hands and knees Donny" he commanded. I did so, him looming over me with the spanking paddle in his fist, then he quickly straddled over my body and started to paddle my upturned bare rump!
"Naughty boys get their bottoms BLISTERED!" he said and gave me ten really hard paddle swats!! I yelled through my gag as my butt lit up into the sudden stinging pain causing my penis to take quite a down-drop.
"What's the matter? Don't like getting your ass paddled?" Aaron noticed and he gave me ten smacks more bringing tears to my eyes.
"Bet you'll like this then!" and I suddenly found myself pushed down and to the side and then onto my back.
Aaron now kneeled over my tummy and hiked my spread legs around his middle, his bare hot ass looming right over my head. There was a sudden pain in my balls, he had grabbed them, squeezing on them tightly,
"Get your butt UP!" he ordered and pulled a bit roughly up on my balls. I most willingly followed his lead, now my ass sticking up like a big red road sign totally at his mercy!
"I wonder, would Donald like to clean out his little brother's butthole?" he smirked down at me. I was panting through my pink gag still and nodded very enthusiastically in the affirmative.
"You'll have to earn it then!" he said and I squeezed my eyes shut as I saw the paddle raise high in the air, me still dangling from his iron grip on my nuts!
He pounded me, ten more hard swats making me sob some for the awful pain, "Learning your lesson boy?" he chided me.
I nodded my head and hissed through my gag, "YSSSSS"
Aaron tossed the paddle to the side and then started to spank me with his palm, "Not sure you have yet!" and he peppered me up and down the back of my tender thighs way past down my sit-spots and back up again. Up and down and up and down and now I was crying through my gag, my punishment taking good effect!
Suddenly the damn gag was gone, Aaron had pulled it from my mouth, "Learn your lesson bro?"
"Yes! Yes! I have Aaron, please no more!" I begged him so glad the stupid gag was gone.
"You sure?" he asked threatening with his hand perched very high for another strike.
"YESS! YESS! I'M SURE!" I begged some more. His smirky grin widened, "OK, but you better not fuck up again."
"I won't, I promise!" I replied and then his sexy bare bottom cheeks started to descend towards my mouth, my dick now stiffened by the excellent glow from my punished bottom cheeks.
"Eat hearty!" he said and I guided his flanks down with my hands putting his tight rosebud into perfect position.
First, I breathed in deeply of his aromatic sweaty musk, boy musk, now a very familiar musk and then I smoothly rimmed my wet mouth muscle around the perimeter, slowly several times and then lapped up and down, slowly, several times. Aaron slowly lowered my legs down taking the pressure off of my tummy,
"Yea, that's it, oh boy yeaaaaa," he crooned. God he was really getting into this so I then I started to dart my tongue inside of his backdoor, not hard, just respectfully when suddenly he blurted,
"Come on Donny! Give me a good tongue bath, get that thing in there bro!"
Oh boy did I! I pulled him hips further down on my face. I had to tilt my head off the floor for the first part, but now he got his hole directly over mouth and I could lay flat and jammed my tongue up into his hole, deeply!
"OH YEAAA!" he moaned. Good god! He was really into this and started to gently ass fuck my mouth, up and down, small movements and I matched them.
"Shit this feels great!" Aaron said kind of wistfully even and then it was gone, his hole that is. Aaron had deftly twirled around and now the underside of his big balls were dangling right over my chin, his dick looked like a giant skyscraper I-beam.
"Don't get any funny ideas Donny!" he smirked down at me.
"About what?" I asked, but I knew about what.
"Never mind, now suck on my balls boy and if you do a good job, you get to suck dick and then you know what!" and yes I did know what!
Aaron plopped his sack right into my mouth and I carefully rolled those big suckers around with my tongue one at a time taking extra care not to put too much pressure. At least I could see Aaron's face. His eyes were closed and he was grinning ear to ear, damn! But that didn't last long.
"Get up, on your knees bro," he said and even helped me up.
"You know what to do!" he said hands on hips and I did and went to work right away, licking up and down his thick shaft burying my face into his spikey pubes at every opportunity.
Aaron's hands firmly gripped the sides of my head ,"Now you're gonna get face-fucked, take it all bitch-boy!" and he held me firmly and drove his monster to the back of my throat. I gagged, hard, even coughed. He withdrew some,
"You're gonna have to learn how to do that without getting all tweaked out Donny," and then he stuck his dick back in and didn't shove it in so hard.
Now I was able to slide his dick in and out fairly rapidly and at least part way down on his shaft and that seemed to please him for quite a while until I couldn't do it any longer, I still had no endurance.
"I know you've had enough oral, you did good though, so now the fun part. We're gonna wrestle and your job is to try and keep my dick out of your butthole. The longer you can do it, the more likely I'm gonna let you cream yourself after I get what I want. Now stand up." I did, "Ready?" I nodded, "Yes" and we went at it.
By now I at least knew enough to defend myself, at least for a while. I kept upright as long as I could and enjoyed our sweat drenched naked bodies slapping together, droplets flying. I grunted and groaned and strained and Aaron said lots of "good job!" when I seemed to keep him at bay.
Finally though, Aaron's vastly superior speed and agility overwhelmed me and I landed unceremoniously on my tummy bent at the waist at the edge of my bed, Aaron behind me, his dickhead poised right at my backdoor. I had no more breath and panted, "You got me Aaron" and he relaxed.
"Great job bro, that was fun! Damn it's hot in here. Come on, let's get into the shower and I'll breed you in there," and he backed off.
Once again, my gut told me that Aaron was enjoying this a little too much, but my brain said, "Shut the fuck up, don't even think it!"
It did feel great to shower off the lint and slime from the bedroom and I got to suck on Aaron's dick some more until lube in hand, I stood up against the shower wall, legs far spread and Aaron's dick slid into my backdoor. It hurt, it hurt bad at first, but not as long as before. He was patient and let me get into it and I did, and then he fucked me, long strokes in and out and then it didn't take him long.
"OH fuck yeaaaaa!" and he drenched my insides with his prolific stuff, his hot pulsing jizm coating my insides.
He pulled out, "That was good, OK bro, you can beat off, twice if you like, I'm outta here!" and that was it. Fuck me and leave me! I grinned as he left me to my own devices.
I waited until he left the bathroom wrapped in his towel. I wanted to do something so I slipped out of the shower and down the hallway wrapped in a towel and went to my room. There it was, those disgusting fouled pink panties. I snatched them up and took them back to the hot shower. I washed them out thoroughly, made sure all of the old cum was down the drain.
Then I looked at them. I hated them, I did and yet, they provoked me, taunted me even and as I handled them, my dick got really hard.
"Don't do it Donny!" I said aloud to myself but I couldn't help it, I fisted my hard dick with the panties, rubbing and stroking with that roughened synthetic fabric for friction.
"You are a bad boy Donny, you need to be spanked! HARD!" I voiced and then shot my load, my rapture shuddering my body just like always.
Now the pink panties were soaked with my cum, again! I looked at it, "Don't do it Donny! You may regret it!" but then I did do it. I turned off the shower water and lay down into the tub and opening my mouth as wide as I could I held up the panties above my head picturing Aaron looming above me, the cum fouled panties in his hand.
"No Aaron, please anything but that, not the panties!" and then I stuffed them as far as I could into my mouth tasting my own spent spunk mingled in the synthetic fabric and drawing my legs up and back, I grasped my nut-sack in one fist squeezing firmly down on myself causing a little pain. With the other hand, I masturbated myself, flogged my dick with a purpose until I shot another load and finally spat out the panties.
Later that night in my bedroom alone, Mom and Dad home from playing cards, all I could think of in bed was Aaron's behavior that night. Was he really getting into this thing we had going? If he was, would I be OK with that or was it more fun just as it seemed, the straight boy taking advantage of me, his faggot big brother. One thing was for sure, those fucking damn pink girls panties were clean and safely tucked away into my secret stash with the dildo and lube. I hated those panties!
* * * * * * * * * *
You know that expression, "what a difference a day makes?" Well it does. It was Friday night, twenty-four hours after Aaron and I had messed around in the house alone. Dad hardly ever went to Aaron's wrestling meets but he was at this one, me at his side. I watched my old man watch Aaron and his teammates, smiling, enjoying what he was seeing, shouting, clapping and wagging his head side to side when things did not go as planned.
We watched Jules, Russ and Josh win their matches handily and then it was Aaron's turn to wrestle and I had to pay attention. I knew what it was like to try and out-best my little brother but didn't feel sorry for his opponent. Aaron just dominated the kid who was even a little bigger than Aaron, just used him like a bitch!
As my little brother displayed his prowess, I imagined that they were allowed to grab nuts and dicks and even had to shed their hot singlets to nakedness, the winner determined by whoever succeeded in shoving their hardened dick up the other guy's sweaty asshole. Then, the loser would get a spanking over the ref's knee in front of everyone! Great fantasy, huh?
Dad and I cheered for Aaron's victory and maybe he did kind of prance about a little too much, maybe taunting the other guy because he was a little bigger? Well, all hell broke loose. The other wrestler took offence and shoved Aaron. Aaron launched at him and there came Russ, Josh and Jules from the sidelines and into the melee with boys from the other team!
It didn't last long, but Coach Taylor on our side and the other Coach were livid, angry at their boys for having lost their cool in a very unsportsmanlike manner. I looked at Dad, my chest thumping with the drama and worried that he would go off on Aaron, but said nothing. The match was already over but the consequences were not over.
The two coaches talked and shook hands and talked to the ref and school officials a moment and then the other Coach and associated Dads marshaled their boys out of our gym to their own fates. Ordinarily, we would go home right away too, but not tonight. Those boys on Aaron's team who had not participated in the row left the gym with their Dads, no harm done.
Aaron in tow, almost literally, Dad marched him with Russ, Jules and Josh and their Dads into the locker-room with Coach Taylor. I was on super alert now. Something was going to happen. Aaron looked me, pissed and worried at the same time. I said nothing but tried to convey that I was on his side. That other shithead had no right to push my little brother just because he got his lunch handed to him on the mat by a smaller and more skilled boy.
Suddenly it was just me alone to the side with Aaron and his friends, the Dads and Coach Taylor conferring.
"Fucking jerk," Aaron muttered concerning his opponent, Jules, Josh and Russ nodding, but all eyes could not leave the Dads and Coach. Then the men turned and Coach addressed his wrestlers,
"The four of you are suspended from the next match but you WILL attend every practice. Moreover, you are all going to get five hard paddle swats on your bare bottoms after you shower. After that, I am assured that each and every one of you are going to be taken home and punished by your Dads. If ANY of you ever pulls off a stunt like that again, I will kick you off the team no questions asked. Am I understood?"
I listened to the "yes sirs" all around and then Aaron and his friends were told to "make it snappy" and get ready for Coach's paddle. I watched them all strip off in front of us and then get into the shower with a mixture of sadness and empathy heavily tinged with guilty delight at wanting to see Aaron and his buddies get their bare butts thoroughly roasted by Coach Taylor. I didn't have to wait long. The showering was short and to the point and the four teens came back after toweling off, naked and quite sheepishly stood in a line in front of Coach Taylor with his paddle in hand.
One by one, each naked boy had to bend over displaying his hot ass to my hungry eyes as Coach lined him up, rubbed that awfully big paddle back and forth over his cheeks, drew back and then KAPOW! Coach followed through, the smallish room filling with the crack of wood against bare flesh as well as a forced yelp or outright yell. Their faces winced, strong legs warbled and their apple reddening cheeks quivered and clenched from each full strength blow!
My pants got a lot smaller and I made sure to step a little in back of Dad, but as Jules, Josh and Russ took their swats first, I made eye contact with Aaron and he knew what I was feeling; but he just slightly smirked at me before it was his turn. Now I watched even closer at my little brother.
He bent over, his bare ass in my full sight, his pendulous genitals deliciously dangling between his spread legs, my imagination having me march right up to his rear, kneel to lick out his butt hole and suck on his balls and dick in front of a shocked group of boys and men, both disgusted and fascinated by my uncommon hubris.
Coach Taylor then rubbed, drew back and struck my little brother's hot ass. He held still and hissed pain through his teeth. That made me smile. I wanted him to withhold any reaction, but Coach would not have any of it. If anything, the next four swats were even harder and forced Aaron to yell aloud and as he did, something within me woke up, just a little.
Suddenly, I wanted to be the one paddling Aaron. I wanted to be looking down at my little brother's vulnerable bare cheeks paddling him to tears even and then I winced for what else I was thinking concerning my straight, macho little brother, but had suppress the horny thought. I just didn't seem at all right, did it?
The spectacle ended and four punished jocks left the gym that night, Aaron in the back seat of Dad's car with me. The mood was somber, nothing was said until we got home,
"To my study, both of you!" Dad barked as we walked into the house. We did not delay and neither did Dad. He rounded on Aaron,
"I am VERY disappointed in you Aaron. You are a very talented athlete. You have a wonderful gift and then you act like that? Strutting around as if you've won a damn Olympic medal against the evil empire?"
"He pushed me, Dad!" Aaron complained.
"Yes he did and you are both wrong, but I am sure he is getting his punishment just as you will," and Dad reached into the desk drawer and got out the dreaded spanking paddle.
"Please Daddy no!" Aaron melted, but to no avail. Once again, Aaron had to bare his cheeks, still quite pink from Coach's paddle swats and though Dad did not take a long time in doing it, he paddled his son across his knees, me not so much watching as just listening. I felt sorry for Aaron, Dad brought him to wet sobs with just the few licks that he did give him and then stood him up.
"Mom and I need to visit Aunt Deirdre this weekend and I've a good mind to take you with me Aaron the way you've misbehaved lately!"
Aaron was still wiping his face with one hand and rubbing his twice seared rear with the other, "Please no Daddy! Let me stay home, I won't do anything, I promise!"
Dad then looked at me, "Donny, think you can handle him? He's not to leave the house or talk to Jules, Russ or Josh on the phone or have them over. He's grounded. It would be a good time for you to continue to tutor him."
I sighed. Yes, in my imagination, I kind of liked the idea now of being in charge for once but knew the reality to be quite different. What if he screwed up on purpose? What was I then, a tattle-tale or worse, ignore his behavior and then get into trouble if Dad found out?
"Please Donny, it'll be great! I'll be no trouble, you'll see."
How could I not, "Sure Dad, we'll be fine." I said with a churning stomach.
"All right, but I warn you Donny. If Aaron screws up, you had better tell me. Now, to bed Aaron." He said and I walked out of Dad's study and followed.
I closed the door behind us. Aaron flew to his bed onto his tummy not bothering to cover himself up. There he was, almost buck naked, his T-shirt wadded up above his red ass cheeks. I stood against the closed door getting a boner as expected. Aaron turned his head and looked at me,
"My ass hurts," he said with a small grin.
I smiled, "I'll be right over," and I walked over, kneeled at his side and watched him spread his thighs widely parting his red cheeks, his pucker coming into sight.
I gently buried my face between Aaron's punished bottom cheeks and let my tongue swirl around his delicious hole, poking and prodding. He moaned, "Oh yeaaa, I need to get off," he said after awhile and turned over. His hard dick stood up begging for relief. I knew what to do and did it, sucking all of Aaron's dick juices down my gullet nursing my own packed balls.
"Oh god-damn yesss! Good job Donny. Wow, that feels better … hey, dude, get the hell out of here and go beat-off, twice if you like!"
I nodded, "Thanks Aaron," and sped back to my room to do just that. That night in bed however, it was hard to sleep. Dad was not kidding about Aaron being grounded. I was not sure how this was going to go the next day.
* * * * * * * * * *
Mom and Dad were gone at the crack-ass of nearly dawn. As usual they left money for the day and said they would be back late that night. I was glad for that in one way, but not in another, but had no control in any case. The morning went well, better than expected. We even got some study time in for a couple of quizzes and a major test at school for Aaron the next week.
We took the money and I drove us to get burgers and shakes, Aaron said not one word about letting him drive. We came home and I thought things were doing really well. I went to do my own thing for a while and Aaron his and then in the early evening, I went to ask him what he thought he wanted to do and there he was on the phone. He saw me,
"Ooops, gotta go Russ, I'll talk to you later man!" and hung up. I flushed and frowned at him,
"Aaron!"
"It was just a short call bro, no need to get your shorts in a knot!" he shot back defiantly.
I stood there, "And against Dad's rules!" I reminded him.
"Yea, I guess. The question is, what are you gonna do about it? Rat me out?" he challenged me.
I guess you can only take so much for so long. I guess at some point you just have to admit that hiding in corners is no longer good for you,
"No, I'm not going to rat you out Aaron. I'm going to do as Dad asked me and tell him that you fucked up, simple as that," and turned to walk back to my room feeling awful inside.
"Wait!" he said. I stopped. His tone seemed different. I turned.
"Please don't tell Dad, Donny," he said standing up.
"I have to Aaron! I don't need to be breaking Dad's trust."
"You won't … that is. If you punish me, then we can just forget it, right?" he asked.
"What's the catch, you cannot be serious Aaron," I said feeling a little excitement.
"No catch. I'm serious. Dad would wail on my ass again. You can do it instead and then not say anything. Isn't that fair?"
"Oh come on Aaron. You know I would get turned on and start wanting to do other things. Hell, I was watching you get paddle swats from Coach and … I wanted to paddle you instead and suck your dick and … whatever, " I finally admitted right up to the edge of the abyss with a sheepish finish to my heady confession.
"Whatever? What whatever Donny, huh? Out with it!" he smirked at me.
I took a big deep breath, I was going to tell him, actually tell him and maybe get my ass kicked, but so what?
"OK, I wanted to punish you AND fuck your brains out for a change!"
Aaron looked at me as an evil grin spread over his face, "That's really fucked up bro… you doing all that to me? Are you crazy?"
His tone battered my ears. I could back off now and he would punish me and that would be that. I stood there ruminating, imagining, wondering, trying to be realistic. I looked at him and finally I spoke …
© Copyright PJ Franklin February 25, 2012
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