Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2014 08:07:50 -0800 (PST) From: Seth Kirkcauldy Subject: Brother Mine 4 Brother Mine Chapter 4 copyright 2013 Seth Kirkcauldy seth-kirkcauldy@sbcglobal.net ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This story may not be reproduced in whole or in part without author's permission. The author grants the Nifty Archive a non-exclusive, worldwide, royalty-free, perpetual, and non-cancellable license to display this work. This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are a product of the author's imagination, or used fictitiously. This story contains erotic situations between brothers not yet of a legal age. If it is illegal for you to read this, or you just think it's yucky, please leave now. Please donate to the Nifty Archive. Your donations make this site possible. Part 1: Aiden Aiden expelled the air from his lungs and drifted slowly to the bottom of the lake. He was made of nothing but bones and sinew, with no extraneous fat to buoy him back to the surface. His wild, red hair undulated in the water like seaweed afire, and his green eyes watched the gloom around him as he slid through its cool, peaceful depths. He twisted and turned slowly, a wanton mer-creature luxuriating in a liquid dance, with his sharp, gangly limbs suddenly exhibiting an unexpected grace. It was late evening in the real world above, the sun still igniting gold and red embers within the clouds on the horizon; but at the bottom of the lake it was already murky night. Connor had just hauled him bodily out of their cozy tent, thrown him over one broad shoulder, stalked to the edge of the lake, and pitched him in the water; it seemed quite rude, really. But if Connor wanted him in the lake, then in the lake he would be. His back finally settled into the deep bed of mud on the bottom, feeling cool and slick as silk sheets against his skin. His arrival there caused a cloud of silt to rise around him, an underwater fog that further obscured his limited vision. His lungs sent their first signal that he would need air soon, but Aiden quelled the panicked tightening of his muscles, forcing himself to relax into the grasping embrace of the sediment. He liked it here in the lake; it was amazing how well Connor knew him. Aiden would never have even considered coming here on his own. The silt that was drifting lazily around him stirred abruptly into a maelstrom. It churned around him in a confusing cyclone, and then suddenly a hand reached through the dark curtain, grabbed his arm and pulled him up through the water to the surface. There, Connor tucked his brother's head against his shoulder in a classic lifeguard grasp, and hauled him quickly ashore. "Did you hit your head?" Connor demanded, skimming his fingers over Aiden's scalp. "What?" "Your head. Did you hit your head? Swallow water?" "Um, no." "What happened?" Aiden blinked at him in bafflement, drops of water clinging to his lashes. "I - uh... well... I got thrown in the lake, Connor." "Why the FUCK did you stay down there at the bottom for so long?" "It was nice." Connor choked on an obscenity. "You were under water for like two fucking minutes, Spaz!" "Okay." "Two minutes! I thought you were drowning." "Okay." Connor glared at him, and then stalked furiously back toward the tent. The anger didn't bother Aiden much; he understood it. Connor always got angry when something scared him. Besides, Aiden was too distracted by the fact that Connor was naked. His broad shoulders blazed with a mantle of dying sunlight as he tramped away, making his temper appear even hotter and brighter. God, he was beautiful. Aiden was shivering. He thought at first it was his reaction to watching the perfect globes of Connor's retreating ass, but then he realized he was freezing, and he hugged himself tightly. With the sun going down, the air was cooling rapidly. The cold lake water was taking his body heat with it as it rolled from his limbs and dripped around him. Connor was back in just a few moments. He had disconnected the sleeping bags in the tent and was hauling one out to Aiden. He wrapped him up in it like a mummy, carefully not looking Aiden in the eye. "I-I-I don't wanna-a-a get it wet...t...t," Aiden chattered. "It'll dry," Connor answered gruffly. "I'm gonna start a fire now, Spaz. Come sit down by the pit." Aiden trailed after him and sat on a rock, huddling down into the warm bedding. He watched Connor retrieve some of the firewood he'd piled, and then build some larger pieces into a rough pyramid around a stack of kindling. Aiden didn't think that starting a fire while naked was the smartest thing Connor had ever done, but he wasn't going to say anything. He'd be happy to soothe any burns that resulted. "I didn't know you could hold your breath for so long," Connor suddenly said, striking a match to the kindling. "Practiced for a few years." "Really? That's kind of cool, actually. What for?" "Ummmm...." A blush bloomed on Aiden's face as his gaze dropped down between Connor's legs. Connor's mouth fell open. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Aiden closed his eyes but shook his head. "Fuck, that's hot. No wonder you're so good. Did you practice those things you do with your throat and tongue, too?" Aiden's embarrassment faded at the quiet sound of awe in his brother's voice. He nodded. "God, that's... that's so hot. You did that all on the chance I might one day...?" "Yeah." "Fuck. What did you practice ON?" "Well... you know that dog next door you tried to get a lickjob from?" "WHAT?!" Connor's face clouded and he stormed angrily over to Aiden. Aiden, though, screwed up his face so that his eyes were squinting, he snorted loudly through his nose, and then a strange, broken wheezing started coming from his chest. "Are you all right?" Connor's hand reached out quickly to touch his brother's scrunched-up face, and at the touch, Aiden convulsed again. "Are you...? Are you LAUGHING?" The broken wheezing grew louder and tears started forming in Aiden's eyes. His whole body shook. "You... you should... should see your face! HA!" Connor knelt on the ground beside him, touching his face and grinning broadly. "That stupid dog almost bit my cock off. You better not be giving him blowjobs." Aiden's whole body was shaking with glee, and the tears escaped his eyes, rolling down his face to where Connor's hand cupped his chin. Connor looked amazed. "I haven't heard you laugh in probably eight or nine years, Spaz. Not since you were little." Aiden opened his eyes then. They were bright with mirth, sparkling in the dying light like green glass. His face was warm and flushed, his lips stretched into a goofy smile. Connor's eyes held Aiden's for a very long moment while his breath puffed lightly over his brother's face. The humor seemed to discharge quickly, as if something else was now taking up all the space between them, leaving no room for the levity. Connor licked his lips and Aiden watched his moving tongue carefully. Then Connor blinked and winced, moving backward, away from Aiden's face. "Really, now," he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. "What did you practice on?" Aiden was staring at him with his mouth slightly open. He didn't say anything at all. Connor's lips quirked into a sad smile. "Spaz? What did you practice on?" "Ummm..." Aiden blinked a few times. "I found a box of condoms in Mom's room and I would stuff one full of soft stuff like marshmallows, or mashed potatoes. Mostly marshmallows. I'd hold onto the end and swallow it down and keep it in my throat as long as I could." Connor licked his lips again and then broke their gaze, turning around to where their fire was now crackling away pretty heartily. He seemed to be having trouble catching a breath because his big chest was heaving. "And you'd just pretend that big thing down your throat was me?" "Yeah." "Fuck." Connor was looking away and nodding his head at some thought inside it. But Aiden's eyes were on his cock, which seemed bigger than it had a few minutes ago. "Fuck," Connor repeated. "You know, you say that word a lot." Connor turned back to face him, his eyebrows up and a grin on his face. "Yeah? Well, fuck you, you fucking fuck." Aiden grinned back and nodded his head as if to say, 'any fucking time, Connor'; but, of course he said nothing. "Tell me what your day was like today, Spaz." "Got skull-fucked," Aiden said immediately, causing Connor to wince, snort and then shake his head. "Followed by camping. Sucked my brother all afternoon. Nap on the bottom of a lake." "I sort of meant the time that you weren't with me." "None of that time is important." Connor looked him over appraisingly. "Tell me." "I'm... I'm not good at talking, Connor. It was bad, okay? You... you want to know what the coach said to me?" "Yeah." "Swimming." Connor bit his lip and thought about it. "I bet you could do that, yeah? If you practiced, you'd probably be real good." "I'm good at anything I practice," Aiden said softly, clearly watching Connor's cock swinging between his legs. Connor laughed and cupped his big cock teasingly. "You hungry again already, Spaz?" Aiden's stomach fluttered with need. He flushed, but didn't reply, not knowing how to explain that his hunger for Connor never went away. "I have to call Ma first. I've got no signal out here, so I need to drive back the way we came until I can call her. I gotta tell her that you're with me and we're safe." "She doesn't care." "I have to tell her." Connor went back to the tent to pull on his jeans and shirt. He came back, stomping his feet into his shoes and jingling his car keys. "There was a grocery store back on the main road; I'll head there and call Ma and grab us some food. I shouldn't be gone long." "Okay, Connor." "No napping in the lake while I'm gone." "Okay, Connor." Aiden watched him walk away into the spreading darkness. Small twigs snapped under his feet, joining the song of their brethren in the fire. He pretended Connor was walking away to head to college for a year, just to see how that felt; and discovered it felt exactly as he was afraid it might. It felt like someone was cracking open his ribs and pulling out his organs to leave him empty. He'd never survive. A small twig in the fire caught his eyes, and he watched it flare brightly before curling up into itself, used up and blackened. It had bloomed like a small firework, full of light and beauty and then just death and ashes. He turned his gaze to the stars instead, which were not so depressing. The brocade of constellations was vast enough to occupy the broken pieces of his mind. He watched Orion, the hunter, stalking Ursa the Great Bear; but it was Gemini that eventually stole his attention and his breath. The two brothers danced across the sky tightly embraced; one glowing bright and fierce, the other colder and darker. They were Castor and Pollux, rewarded by Zeus for their love of each other, and bound for eternity in the skies. An hour later, Connor found him like that when he returned, gazing up at the stars and humming some dance music for the brothers. "You'd be Castor," Aiden told him. "The friendly ghost?" The look on Connor's face said that he might be getting used to participating in conversations like this. "The Gemini Twin." Connor looked up at the heavens, pleased to be able to follow along. "Ah, so you'd be the other one. What was his name?" "I'm the twig in the fire." "Okay. Well, that went longer than usual, yeah? That's progress. I brought a rotisserie chicken, Spaz. We have to eat it with our fingers like the barbarians we are." Connor toed off his shoes, peeled off his shirt, and then slowly unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. Although he did it quickly, he watched Aiden the whole time. Aiden knew that Connor liked to see the affect he had on him, so Aiden let his hunger show plainly; it made Connor feel as powerful as he actually was. Aiden watched the play of the firelight over the sculpted body while Connor warmed himself; he loved the bulk and heft of his muscles, the golden-red hair on his chest, his easy balance. Connor was big enough to leave his mark upon the earth no matter where he walked. He was the most solid and sure thing Aiden had known. Connor grinned at him, "Shall we thank God for the food?" He asked as a joke. Their family had abandoned its experiment with Catholicism during the divorce. Aiden surprised him by standing, letting his sleeping bag fall off his shoulders. He took several steps until he stood in front of Connor, dropped to knees before him, pressed his lips in a soft kiss to his cock, and whispered against it, "Thank you, Connor, for the food." Connor coughed, a little embarrassed. "That's pretty blasphemous." Aiden gently rubbed his lips against the head of Connor's cock, kissing it again lightly. "I worship only you." His breath warmed Connor's flesh and the big cock started to harden against Aiden's face. Connor's voice was ragged, and he seemed a bit overwhelmed by Aiden's display. "Eat first, Spaz. When you start worshipping, I don't want you to stop again until the morning." Aiden, of course, did exactly as Connor asked of him. He ate a single chicken leg while Connor ate the entire rest of the chicken. Connor tried to get Aiden to eat more, but Aiden refused; he simply sat there with wide eyes and watched carefully as Connor had his dinner. It was messy, and there was grease on Connor's fingers that he sucked with great relish, purposely meeting Aiden's eyes while he did it. Finally, they moved cautiously through the dark to the lake and washed their faces and hands. Connor wrestled the sleeping bag and his pile of clothes back into the tent, arranged it the way he wanted, and then called Aiden inside. Part 2: Connor Spaz thinks my cock is a god, and my fucking cock agrees with him. When he fell on his knees at my feet and started whispering his prayer, my cock started to wake up to answer him. My big dick is very sure it is the answer to all his prayers; and, frankly, it may be right. I don't know how to explain how I'm feeling about this thing I started between me and Aiden; I've never done anything remotely like what we've been doing lately. To be honest, I don't just love it; I feel like I need it. Everything is just so fucking easy with him, and frankly, it's perfect. What guy doesn't want to be adored, worshipped constantly, and sucked forever? But that's only part of it, really; I think what I need more than anything is to feel like the hero he thinks I am. I do things differently because of him. It doesn't freak me out or anything, but it does confuse me a lot. I'm REALLY not gay, and I'm pretty sure that's not just me protesting too much; in fact, I'm pretty damn sure that I'm not even bi. I don't fantasize about men's bodies; I don't find them attractive. I don't want to EVER suck a cock. The thought of a big 'ol hairy chest rubbing against mine is just not my idea of a jack-off fantasy. Bleh. But, Aiden. He doesn't trip any of those wires that would disgust me. His size, his build, his vulnerability; they all get him past my radar. And then the tenderness and intimacy I feel toward him seems to grow out of our brother bond where I love him, instead of out of the sexual bond where I can't love him that way. He manages to maneuver around all the traps that would never let another male get close the way that he does. He's just Aiden. And then, of course, he's PRACTICED his oral skills, for god's sake, for YEARS, to be ready to suck me just in case I was ever ready for it. That'll blow a man's mind, right there. That sort of commitment deserves a fucking reward. A hot, sticky, copious reward. And that's the thought that was on the top of my mind when Aiden crawled through the tent flap naked. We had a bit of light from the fire outside glowing through the screened flaps at the top of our tent, so I could see the way Aiden's eyes went directly to my stiffening cock when he entered. God, I loved that; my cock is a fucking Aiden magnet. And then he crawled on his hands and knees over to it, opened his mouth, and said howdy in his favorite way. There was something about his pose, something about crawling over to suck me that had the dark voice chuckling inside my head again: ChokeTheCocksuckerOnIt. I knew I'd have to pay attention and stay in control so I didn't hurt him. HeWantsItNeedsItCravesItDoIt. The desire to hear him gagging around my big cock was welling up within me; although, I had to admit that making Aiden gag wasn't something I promised to avoid. I wouldn't hurt him; that didn't mean I couldn't use him roughly and make him mighty uncomfortable. OhYeahOhYeahOhYeahGagTheFag. "Aiden, lie on your back. Don't fucking look at me that way; get your mouth off my cock and lie on your back right now... Here, take these clothes and shove them under your neck. I want your head tilted back and your neck supported. Oh yeah, like that." His head was angled perfectly, his knees drawn up just a little due to the smallness of the tent. I covered up his crotch with his dirty shirt; I didn't want his junk in my face while I did this, and if he went off like he said he did in the changing room, this would keep it out of my eyes. I got into a push up position above him but facing his feet, and lowered my cock into his mouth and all the way down his throat until my crotch was tight against his face. The angle perfectly aligned his throat so it was a straight shot through his lips, across the length of his tongue and down that perfect, tight canal that was made for my cock. I rested my full weight on his face; his head was trapped against the ground so he had no retreat available to him. I ground my hips in a tight gyration, loving the snug feel of his throat making way for my invasion. At some point my cock tripped his gag trigger because he started bucking reflexively against me, his instincts screaming at him to get away. But of course he couldn't do that. Fuck, that felt so good, feeling his throat spasming in panic. I knew I wouldn't be hurting him today, but his brain couldn't stop its reflexes. And then his spasms were bringing up that thick, viscous white gel that coats my cock and makes it slide like silk. I stayed deep while his heaving ensured my cock got fully coated, and then slid out so he could quickly gulp air, and slid back down before he was done. Too bad; he should have been faster. "Squeeze it, Spaz. Milk my cock." His groaning sounds had begun, and I was pretty sure he was climaxing underneath that cum rag I'd thrown over him. Apparently, he approved of having religion shoved down his throat. I couldn't have been prouder of him because I felt his throat start constricting on my cock. He was fighting panic, overwhelmed by orgasm, and still, his throat knew what to do for me. His submission was such a fucking turn-on. I slid out again and smiled when he quickly gasped enough air before I slid back in. He learns quickly. Another tight rotation of my hips bathed my cock deep in the slippery heat. I churned it in there, trying my damnedest to find his gag trigger. It was harder than it should be with a cock the size of mine; he was fucking good at his job. Finally, I felt him convulse and l let that expel me back up again. He coughed up a bit of goo, grabbed just a sip of air and then was quickly plugged again by my demanding cock. I lowered my arms and let my body rest on top of his, my cock buried all the way to my balls. I hummed with pleasure. I could do this all fucking night. Aiden's hands came up then and tentatively caressed along my hips and thighs. He showed me tenderness and adoration to match my darkness and cruelty, and that just made me hotter. I jacked my hips backwards so he could get a good breath and then slid back to the hilt. And then again. I was now fucking his throat in a smooth, steady rhythm while he gently stroked my legs, hips, back. I'd never admit this to anyone, but this felt better than fucking any girl I'd known. Not only did it feel like Aiden's throat was made specifically for me, I was feeling all kinds of things wash over me. It was power; and pleasure; and carnal; and dirty. It was my brother, for fuck's sake. And damned if that thought didn't just make me fuck deeper. On an upstroke, I held my cock hovering above his open lips while he gasped and huffed, trying to grab air. I let him pant for a moment, but I couldn't help noticing those caressing hands of his had tightened on my hips and were applying downward pressure. The little fucker wanted more. He missed my cock in his throat. I laughed darkly and sank to my balls inside him. Oh, god yeah.... I just lay on top of him and churned my hips, stirring his insides. It was pure molten bliss. "Milk it, Spaz. C'mon. Serve my cock." At my words he was groaning again. Little fucker was probably on his twentieth orgasm. I just have to say something dominating and he squirts all over the place. I rocked my body up and off of him, squatting above him with all the weight now on my heels. I peered down at him between my legs. My balls were kind of hanging in his eyes. "Still okay?" "Oh yeah, Connor... I love it when... murpppph..." He sort of got cut off there at the end when I squatted directly over his moving lips and sat my asshole down on top of them. "Lick." It's like the best kind of magic; whatever I say, he does. That amazing tongue of his started lapping hungrily on my hole. I still couldn't really believe this part - that he loved to lick my asshole. He'd shown me he could do this just this afternoon, and I fucking loved it. It might be my new favorite thing, right next to everything else I made him do. There's something about this act that sends chills all over my body. I must have a billion nerve endings right there and Aiden loves to stroke all of them with his tongue. Holy fuck, this felt good. I threw back my head and let out a low growl. "Now inside. Lick the inside of my ass." I felt his tongue squirming at the entrance, but not plunging in the way he did earlier. "Mrrrmmmmph. Mmmph." I eased off his face a little just in case he was trying to give me the key to my pleasure. It turns out that's exactly what he was doing. "Bear down. You know like you're... uh... going? Just a little bit." I settled back into place, rocking a little against his face. God, that felt fantastic. When he was squirming again right where I needed it most, I bore down a little, and damn if that little fucker didn't shoot his tongue way up inside me. "FUCK YEAH," I groaned. Oh, God, that was amazing. How did he learn how to do this? That thought actually stilled me for a moment. How did he know for me to bear down? The way my next thoughts flowed is not really something I'm proud of; I was now thinking things about Aiden that actually bothered me. Had someone else taught him this? Did someone do this for him? Make him do it? It felt like a ball of ice in my stomach and I knew it for what it was: jealousy and fear. That was just fucking weird. I should feel happy if he ever found pleasure with a human being; but my cock was actually going soft at the thought of him being under another guy. Fuck it. I climbed off his face and looked down at his confused gaze. "Have you EVER had sex with anyone besides me? EVER?!" "No, Connor. Internet." The little fucker knew exactly what this was about; he was so smart. I straddled his head again, slipping my hardening cock back down his throat and started fucking. That dark voice had been so quiet for the past half hour suddenly started crowing again: MINEmineMINEmineMINEmineMINE! I forced myself to monitor how hard I was thrusting so I didn't hurt him, but goddamnit this throat was mine and I was taking it. My balls were slapping hard against his face and my hips were frantic to take him. I was no longer interested in slow pleasure and worship; I only wanted to fuck him into submission and spray my ownership all over his insides. My cock was even harder than before, jamming down his throat and glorying in his guttural groans and choking coughs. It was the only one that had ever been down there; his throat truly was made just for me. Aiden couldn't offer much to help my pleasure at this pace and ferocity; he lay there under my battering with his mouth wide open and let me use him. He was moaning the whole time. "Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! Swallow it Spaz. Every drop." And then I was giving it to him. There wasn't much swallowing involved, because I was balls-deep in his face, rubbing his lips in my pubes and jetting directly into his stomach. I remembered at the last minute that he liked my taste and pulled out enough that he got some on his tongue. He moaned appreciatively and lapped it up. And then licked me clean. And then kissed my cock gratefully. Shit. This boy was making me crazy. I was not ready for Aiden to see my face yet; I had no idea what might be written upon it. I pulled my cock out of his lips and hunched over his mouth again. "Lick me." And he did, while I pulled my emotions back together and swallowed them down like a man should. I mentally rolled my eyes at my own stupidity: can't have your emotions out there where your fragile brother could find out how much you care about him. That wouldn't do at all. I squatted there over his mouth, feeling the movement of his lips against that tight little core. He was kissing it softly, gratefully, before letting out his tongue and licking me. I sighed in pleasure, my cock softening and dripping some final drops of semen into the hollow of my brother's throat. It collected there in a small, opal pool. The muscles in my thighs were tight, holding me in place for this ultimate act of service. The call to Ma had gone as expected; Aiden was right that she really didn't care. What Aiden didn't realize was how that made her the key to my plans. But for tonight, I simply told her I had Aiden and we were camping out. She didn't give a fuck. "Suck on it like earlier. Fuck, yeah. Kiss that hole. Let me hear you slurping at it." The call to my current girlfriend had not gone quite as easily. I hadn't really told Aiden or my Ma about her; she still lived in Cleveland and we agreed to keep it going long distance when I came to my Mom's. She was going to Ohio State, too; so we figured we'd just keep things alive over the phone for the spring and summer and then be back together by fall for college. "Lick inside me now, Spaz. Oh, God, yeah..." She hadn't taken the news of our break-up very well; coming, as it did, out of fucking nowhere. She wanted a list of all the reasons. She wanted to discuss the problems and solve them. She wanted to know if I'd met someone else. I guess I must have hesitated a bit too long before I answered that question. "Deeper. Go as deep as you can. Fuck, yeah, like that. I love that, Spaz." So then it was all tears and drama and me listening to her say a bunch of things that were completely accurate; but that she would regret later because she was a genuinely nice girl. "C'mon, service my ass. Stick your fucking tongue up in there and lick me out." I was now rocking my hips to the rhythm of his tongue. There was no question I was dancing to his music now. But that's actually the reason I had to break up with her. I don't think a genuinely nice girl is what I want. "Come lay down between my legs, Spaz. I'm going to piss in your mouth now and you're going to drink it." I like to fuck girls, and I'll probably keep doing that. But I don't think having a relationship with one right now makes any sense at all. I think it's safe to say that I'm emotionally unavailable. "Seal your lips over the head. No fucking leaks, Spaz." He looked up at me then, my soft cock held in his mouth, his eyes full of compliance and trust. He was nervous, though; I could see it in every line of his face. "Relax," I told him as I stroked his cheek gently. He did, and so I did too, relaxing enough to start my flow. "Swallow quickly; you don't want to get behind. There's no savoring of this type of load." He started gulping immediately, still looking up at me, directly in the eyes. Everything he felt for me was right there for me to read; and it was fucking sobering. The little act about praying to my cock was not really so much an act. He worshipped me, plain and simple. He'd do absolutely anything for me, and proved it by swallowing faster. I spread my thighs wider and put one hand behind my head while the other kept stroking his cheek. I know Spaz is sorta crazy about my biceps so I let it jump around a bit as he drank that warm liquid out of my body and into his. I smiled at him and cupped his face and it was finally too much for him. He closed his eyes, moaned loudly and shot his seven hundredth load of the day. Good thing I was giving him liquids or he'd be a dry husk by now. When I was finished, I started to move a bit to stretch out and get ready to sleep; but it was obvious that Spaz had no plans to release my cock. That made it a bit challenging to get us all situated in a way that allowed us both to lie down. But we managed. I stroked the back of his head while he sucked me slowly in the dark. I'm not sure I've ever felt so good. "Spaz? "Hmmm?" He didn't let go. "We have to go home in the morning. I need to talk to Ma about a few things, and I may need to drive up to Cleveland to talk to Dad about outpatient therapy for you. I want to be home before you start school on Monday morning." There was no answer to that other than gentle suction and a warm nuzzle that told me he heard and trusted me. "I have work for you to do tomorrow, too." Nuzzle. "You've been doing a lot of research on the internet about, uh... the stuff we've been doing?" Nuzzle. Fuck; he actually made more sense to me when he didn't talk. "All right. I need you to research something for me: the laws and rules around home schooling high school students. Think you can do it?" The suction stopped very briefly. There was a deep inhalation and a shaky exhalation. Then the sucking resumed. "Mmmmmm hmmmm." Nuzzle. "I want all your research by the time I'm home tomorrow night." I lay back on the sleeping bags and looked up at the top of the tent. The warm, comforting, fucking amazing feeling of Aiden nursing on my soft cock was so relaxing. And I thought about the upcoming confrontations with Ma and Dad. I had some planning to do. * I appreciate hearing from people who are reading my stories. Shoot me an email and let me know what you think. Your feedback is the only way I know you're reading and whether or not it makes sense to continue. 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