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Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother Part 24 Disclaimer � This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don’t forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please fty/donate.html I’m really sorry about the delay on this. Been a super busy holiday season. But I think I’m back in the groove of things. I hope you all have a great time reading, I know it’s a little light on action, but we’ll see everything start to ramp up real soon. Chapter 24: The Dating Game “So tell me everything. All the dirty details!” “Harry!” I muttered, paranoid my mother could hear us again. Let’s turn up the volume on this game in case she has her ear to the wall… Hopefully the hi-jinks of ol’ Liz Lemon will overpower our chit-chat. “What?! I’m a little bit of a perv, don’t clam up now. Spill!” “Ugh…” I rolled my eyes, but I was happy that someone was apparently deeply invested in my love life. And to be honest… I’m happy I can actually talk about this relationship. Keeping quiet about… my last one was stressful, and… Shush, Armando, stop thinking about it. It’s over, let’s move on… “Fine…” Sighing, I lowered my voice a little. “We played games for a little. You know that 4 player game… the one with the psychos and the random loot.” “Yeah, yeah. Did you strip after every death?” Harry’s eyes shown big, eager to absorb every single detail from my voice, my face, the words I left unsaid… “No, is… is that a thing too?” “Maybe. I hope so! Anyway, come on, spit it out! Or did you swallow?” He gave that cute smirk, and I busted out laughing. I love his goofy jokes so much. I blushed, unable to handle the spotlight. To think, I used to love attention, but not about my embarrassing love life. “Wow. Anyway, no, we played games, then he just… spontaneously kissed me, so we started getting a little…” I paused. I wasn’t sure what to say. That we couldn’t do anything because I couldn’t even… muster the passion? Or do I lie to escape the embarrassment. Well, we all know what I do best… “Hot and heavy. Making out, some feeling around, some foreplay, you know…” I trailed off, hoping he’d be happy with that. Of course, he wasn’t. Damn… “AND?! ‘SOME FOREPLAY’!?!” “Shhhhh!” “That can’t be it!” “We just… messed around.” “What does ‘messing around’ constitute? Armyyyyyyyyyyyy, you gotta tell me, I’m your best friend!” “Fine fine…” Well, might as well reuse one of my old stories with B… With Him to make him stop asking. “We were kissing, then it just… escalated. He asked if we could shower together, and I was like ‘uh, yeah?’ Tore eachothers clothes off, leapt into the shower, and just… explored each other. Fondling, rubbing, washing… You know.” “Wow…” Harry stared, jaw a little open, just entranced. “Then we went back to his room, and he just pushed me on the bed, and sort of… you know…” “What!” “Well… He… ate me out, and stuff…” “Holy hell, on a 2nd date?!” “Yeah, and then after a little bit… I don’t know, I lost track of time… He just started… well… fucking me.” “How big was he?” “You ask a lot of questions. He was big enough, I guess? I don’t know… Not much to really compare it to? I haven’t seen a lot.” “Even in locker rooms?” “Didn’t want anyone accusing me of being a weirdo.” I shrugged. “Anyway, we just… went at it… And finally he kissed me super deep, tongue and all, and he… well… came.” “And then!?” “He caught his breath, we kissed for a bit, and then he… sucked me off and he… fingered me till I like…” This is so dang awkward, what the hell… “Shot in his mouth…” “Army! Damn! You stud, you! Gonna fuck him back? Or are you a bottom now?” “I plan on it. He does have a nice ass.” “Dude!” Harry gave me this whole bro thing. A hug, some kind of chest bump… I was unsure, maybe it’s a Hockey thing? Or a dorky guy thing. “Thanks?” “When are you going to see him next?” “He’s coming over in a few days, wants to play some games.” “Love Games, probably.” Harry giggled. Deep down, I hope not… I still hadn’t really mentally recovered from our disappointment last time, but Lee said he liked me and would take it at my speed. I pray he meant it… Hmm… Maybe I can use Harry’s interest to help me cock block my own love life. Oh, that’s a depressing statement… “Would you like to hang out with us?” I gave him my best puppy dog look. “What? Why? Cute guy wants to come over and hang out… In your room, Army. Your room. Privately. You get that, right?” His look of concern was almost comical. “Yeah, but my mom will be around, and I’m not going to risk her catching us and have to get into that awkward… stuff.” “Your mom is cool though, she’d probably toss you a condom and give you a thumbs up.” He’s not wrong, she is cool but… Damn it, Harry, just fucking play along! “Just please… Plus I want you to meet him. Talk about music, play games with us, be a pal.” “Fine fine fine. But if this is gonna turn into you begging me for a threesome, I’ll punch you.” He laughed. “You wish, you dork. Now come on, let’s finish this episode. I think this is the one where Liz accidentally steals someone’s baby…” I sat back, silently celebrating my minor victory… A therapist would probably read super into me trying to avoid sex with the guy I’m trying to date, but I don’t see anyone with a PhD around here, now do I? So I’m just not gonna think about it. Seems like a totally unnecessary stress. Just… Enjoy that a guy wants to date you. Someone who isn’t related to you, at that. Fuck, I can actually talk about this relationship to people. I can hold his hand in public, I can show him to my mom, I can do so much. It feels… freeing. Harry and I can hang out without having to hide what’s going on behind the veil. No need to feel shame. Isn’t that what I want? Is it? . . . . . The days before Lee’s visit to my place were… well, I spent so much time in my room, cleaning and reorganizing and organizing again. Oh, shit, when did I get so many damn clothes? Gotta wash some more… And damn it, it’s so dusty! More cleaning… Finally, Lee called me and let me know he’s on his way. Let me remind mom to not be… well. “Hey honey!” Mom smiled at me as she was flipping the channels on the TV. “Your friend on his way?” “Yeah… Can I ask you something?” “No, he can’t stay the night… Too soon. Plus you don’t wanna put out too early.” “MOM!” She giggled again, clearly enjoying torturing me. “Kidding. I know what şişli travesti you are going to ask me… I won’t embarrass you too much. I’ll just show him a few old pictures of you when you would run around the house naked as a baby.” “NO!” “Sheesh, laugh a little. I’m not a monster…” She stood up and gave me a hug. “Plus I’m sure Harry has a few jokes up his sleeve too. I’m gonna make some cookies. Might as well pretend to be some kind of Stepford Mom like you want.” She kissed my cheek and cackled at her own joke as she walked into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and rushed to the porch, perched against the railing, waiting for Lee to pull up. Nerves held a little tight in my chest… I wasn’t even sure what I was nervous about, given that this is our 3rd date, but… I just want Mom to like him. I want everyone else to like him. * HONK * Finally, there he is. I see Lee roll down his window and wave at me as he pulls up and parks, a big goofy smile showing on his face. “Hey, cutie.” He stepped out of his car and walked up to me, towering over me enough to block out the sun behind his head. We embraced, a nice hug at first before I looked up and tried to lean up for a kiss. Lee giggled and pulled his face back just a little so I couldn’t even reach, despite me getting on my tip-toes. I punched his arm and caved, moving himself down a little to kiss me back. It was tender and sweet, but brief… Gotta get this whole “first impression” thing over with. We step in through the door, and already mom is at the ready to embarrass me, like she’s been trained for this day! She swiftly marches up to us, and we exchange introductions, with the grace of 2 military generals attempting to negotiate a cease fire. “Ohhh, you must be Lee!” She flashed her biggest, best smile, trying to charm the fuck out of him. “I’m Renee. I’m making a nice dinner for us, so I hope you brought an appetite.” “Good thing I’m always hungry.” Lee commented, shaking her hand as we moved towards the kitchen. “Smells good.” “Aww, a boy after my own heart. So tell me about yourself, I want to know everything!” Mom trying to maneuver to get more info, but my eyes flashed her pure bitter daggers, trying to get her to back off. She, of course, ignored me. “Oh, I got to school on the southside. Gonna be a senior this year. I play drums in a band, and… Uhhh…” He looked at me, unsure of what else to say. “Where did y’all meet, if you don’t go to the same school?” “Oh, at a show. My band was opening, and we just started talking, and gave him my number.” “That’s sweet. So what are you going to do after high school?” “Mom, can we play 20 questions later?” “Armando, don’t be rude. I know you want to flee to your room to make out and what not, but you can wait 5 minutes.” She giggled and turned back to Lee. “So, where were we! Gonna go to college? How do you feel about marriage? Do you think you’ll ever want kids? Do you love-” “MOM! I SWEAR!” I grabbed Lee and fled to my bed, the echoing sounds of my mother’s giggles chasing us like a mean ghost. I slam the door, annoyed, but the smile on Lee’s face calmed me back down. “Sorry about that.” I watch him giggle a little again, and lean in closer, looking down to face me. I instinctively lean back, as punishment for earlier, but found myself pressed against the door. Feeling the warmth of his breath on me, his thick glasses enhancing the dark stare from his eyes, like a comforting pool of dark deep water. One step, and you get lost, but you stick around, caught by its majesty, the potential for glory hidden beneath the depths. Like a Lovecraftian horror could emerge and ensnare you, or the moon could slip pass a cloud and reflect into the water… So many possibilities. Our lips meet, and I feel lost at sea… _ _ _ _ _ Finally… Made it home. I rest my head on the steering wheel for a bit, partially because that cold fake leather feeling against my forehead is like heaven… And partially because I wanna hear the last song on this damn CD. He may be a selfish asshole, but he has good taste in music. Something about just hearing it… makes it feel like we aren’t so damn far apart. I know that sounds stupid, but… The last few notes of the last song play through my speakers, the band laughing and chanting the chorus in the distance, and a wave of nostalgia just pours over me. Maybe I should call and check up on him… I step out of my truck and walk inside my place… But upon looking at myself in the mirror, I realize… I look like a wreck. Holy shit. Dark circles, raggedy hair, a little bit of vomit left over in my scruff. First, a shower… Then an awkward phone call. Shirt up, pants down, and underwear off… It feels so freeing already. My dirty clothes were like a nasty weight tied to my body and soul. I turn the heat up on the shower dial, and plug up the drain… Maybe I’ll make this a bath, like good ol’ times. I set my phone on the little soap holder, and just slowly ease down into the hot ass water. Ah… Ah ah ah ah… Too hot, but it feels like heaven. Scalding, purifying heaven. You can almost see the trash from last night just leave my body. Sinking beneath the water, I let the heavy silence take me. I hold my breath, losing myself to the vast emptiness. This is so much better than whatever fucking shit I tried last night… Just… Silence. Focusing on holding my breath. I get this feeling over me, being drug under a strong hollow current, buried underneath the waves. But eventually I felt my lungs crave air, so I slowly broke the serene bath, my wet hair matted against my eyes, taking a slow deep sigh of precious oxygen. I lean the back of my head against the cold unfeeling tile behind me, and I grab my phone… Might as well get it over with. I feel mostly at ease, I can do this… I just hope he feels the same. … I can’t. Fuck. Hesitation just sort pours over me. I set my phone back down and submerge myself again under the water. Why can’t I just nut up and call? But something deep down just sort of clicks. He’s moved on, he doesn’t need me, and I don’t need him. I just need to do better myself. Benito is the only person I have to answer to. Who knows how long this will take or last, so I need to set off on my own path. I took the first step getting here, right? Might as well just go with it. Make good choices for myself… No more trying to get my dick wet at sketchy clubs alone, or pining for my ex. Man up, Ben! This is the first day of the rest of your life (for now), now let’s get to work. Clean up, jack off, and get to work on that IKEA furniture! _ _ _ _ _ A few minutes passed, Lee beylikdüzü travesti and I locked in our embrace. I could feel him get excited, pushing up against me, his breathing picking up pace, but his hands stayed firmly locked on the back of my neck, keeping me still as our kiss continued. He’s being a good boy, which works, because… Shit, still nothing. Anxiety sets in. Still nothing happening. What is happening to me? “Army! Harry’s here!” Mom’s voice pierces through my own quagmire of insecurity, giving me an out. We broke out little make out session, Lee laughing a little awkwardly to himself as the passion winds down. “She’s loud, huh?” “You have no idea…” I felt Lee lean in close, and whisper “You didn’t mention your friend would come by.” Shit… Come on, Army. Quick thinking, lie your way out. It’s your own shot. “He… Uh… said he’d come by, didn’t realize it was going to be this early. I can ask him to leave if you want?” I mumble back. “Nah, it’s cool. I don’t mind another ass to kick in a game.” He smiled. Oh thank goodness. Operation Snake Charmer – Success! “Hey guys!” Harry waves at us as he walks in, wearing a backpack ready to bust at the seams, filled with consoles and controllers. All 3 of us march into the room, games in tow, a sense of awkwardness slowly lifting away. Maybe this plan will go off without a hitch. _ _ _ _ _ “Hey, Ben!” I look over from my lunch to see Miss Florence waving at me, a big smile on her face. Oh gawd… “Yes, ma’am? Do you need me to get something off the top shelf again?” “No… Not yet, son. No, I was wondering if you were free tonight?” “… Why?” “Well, my grand-daughter is in town for the summer, and I want her to go have a sweet evening with a lovely boy her age… I feel she needs a proper date. And you are so nice and respectful, so I… Well, I know it’s a little forward of me.” Guess opportunity strikes when you need it. And boy did I need one. “Sure, Miss Florence. That sounds great. Let me know when and where, and I’ll be happy to show her a nice night on the town.” “Oh, thank you sweetheart. I’ll email the details later!” She walked away, a big smile finally cracking through the decades of wrinkles, make up, and frown lines. This will certainly be better than… Chris the other night, at least. Plus a nice dinner and someone to actually talk to? Sounds fun to me. Plus maybe Florence will approve that extra vacation I requested last week. After work was done for the day, I grabbed the info off my email and went home to change and get ready. Might as well impress, right? Give her the ol’ Ben charm. If I even still got it… Kind of rusty. I make it in time to the restaurant. Miss Florence picked it out, its a cute little ma’ and pa’ Italian place near my work. Stepping in, I flag down a hostess and grab a good booth in the corner. I sit down and relax, messing around with the menu till she arrives. Normally, I’m not nervous about a date, especially one so… formal. But… It’s the first time stepping outside like this since… well. And we all know what happened last time… Hopefully I don’t end throwing up… again. My eyes keep peeking at the door, trying to be subtle and not seem too eager. I just hope she doesn’t look like Miss Florence, with her super big wig and make-up that seems to be inspired by John Wayne Gacy… Tall blonde girl walks in, looks around, and takes a seat at the bar. Maybe that’s her? Nice sun kissed skin and a body that definitely only sees yoga and jogging. But then some older guy sits next to her and passes an envelope. Nope. Hmm… Next up, Asian lady with her son. Doubt it. Who brings a kid to a date. Monsters, that’s who. After that, some old couple, a young teen couple, and another boring couple. Yeesh, go away. Eventually, a short red head comes in, and peers around, obviously looking for someone. The hostess chats with her, and points in my direction… This is it! I stand up as she arrives, towering over her… She’s even shorter than Army! But she seems to make up for it in attitude. She has super long hair, like down to her ass long. Or maybe it just looks super long because she’s so short. The spots under her eyes have obvious cute freckles, and she has a very pretty smile. Plus you can see the tips of a tattoo or 2 peeking out from her long sleeves. Honestly, this chick looks like she’d wreck shop as either a model at a store or a punk in a mosh pit. She stretches out her hand to meet mine, as though she wants to take charge. By all means, I meet her hand, and we shake solidly. “Hi, I’m Ben.” “I’m Leslie!” Her eyes shine big against the sun poking through the window behind me, making them pop a beautiful green-brown color. Earthy… She sits down and peers at the menu, while I just chug some water. “It’s nice to meet you. Grandma was really… hard headed about me doing this. Sorry if she bribed you into this.” “Nah, she wasn’t that bad. Plus… I’m new here, and I don’t know a lot of people. Helps, you know?” “Totally, I’m staying with her for the summer and, other than beaches and Pride parades, I don’t know much either. ” “Pride… Parades?” I never heard of that before. She set down her menu, and gave me a cautious look “You know… Or maybe you don’t, she said you are from Texas after all.” She giggled. “They are those big rainbow parades showing off that people are proud of being gay, lesbian, bi, trans, etc. All the rainbows and sexy leather outfits to show that we are here.” “We?” She sighed loudly… “I’m bisexual. Does that bother you?” Her tone got a little cold. Oh… Fuck, this is awkward. “No! No no no…” Well, if she put all the cards on the table. “Just… I’m bisexual too…” Her eyes re-lit themselves as I said that, her sudden frost defense gone. “Wait… What?!” “Yeah, I’ve been… out? I guess… For about a year now.” “You’re kidding me right?!” She let out a strong heavy chortle, scaring me a little… Like a little ginger Santa Claus. “I never met another out bi person. Especially not a guy!” “Well, we’re here, I guess…” I shrugged, unsure how to respond. “Though I think it’s ironic that a bi girl is named Leslie.” “Why is that?” “Leslie the Lesbian.” I joked. She faked laughed, and mocking responded. “And what is Benito? Spanish for cocksucker?” We laughed hard at each-others insults, relaxing the mood a little, breaking the ice. The waitress popped by and took our orders… Leslie surprised me by ordering some huge plate of Lasagna, while I stuck with shrimp in a white sauce with fettuccine. She’s definitely… unique. We talked for istanbul travesti a while, just getting to know one another. Where we used to live, how highschool was, shit like that. She’s 20, from Colorado. So far, so good… Finally our food arrived, and she immediately set to work, scarfing down her plate like a woman possessed. It was a fucking sight to behold. I was impressed. I just take measly pussy bites out of my food… Just didn’t feel hungry. Leslie looks up, and she blushes a little. “Sorry… I just eat fast. I grew up with 4 brothers, eating food slow meant you couldn’t have seconds. And that your first plate might get stolen from.” She giggled as she took another bite. “It’s fine, I totally get that, my brother back home used to…” I giggled back… She’s so..genuine. So nice. I hardly see anyone like that, especially back home. It’s… refreshing. “So… what made you move out here? Tired of the tumbleweeds?” She said in between bites. “Nah. And that’s a very wrong stereotype!” I pretended to be offended, putting my hand to my chest. “Just… I got a good opportunity here, and just kind of… wanted to get away.” “Same. All I have back home is broken hearts and a shitty apartment.” “Broken hearts?” “Yeah… I was dating a really nice girl, super sweet, but… Well, is it bad luck to talk about exes on a first date?” “It’s probably tacky, but who gives a fuck? ” “I like your thinking.” She smiled as she wiped some tomato sauce off her mouth. “Yeah. We were gonna move in together and shit, but… then I started getting real sick. Like… a lot. Like, stuck in bed for weeks sick. And that shit… That scares a person.” “What happened?” “She took off, said she couldn’t do it anymore. Fear took hold, thinking I had cancer or AIDS or something, like a fucking dramatic clich�.” She looked out the window next to us, lost in memories… “We built so much together, and suddenly… Poof.” “I’m sorry… I know how that is.” “Oh, did you leave someone back home too?” I start to say something, but I close my mouth… I hadn’t talked about this with anyone. Not Mom, not any friends, defintely not any strangers. Maybe it’ll be good to let it out? Or maybe it’ll reopen a wound… Fuck it, she shared, I should too. “Yeah. My first boyfriend… He was a dork, super hard headed and too smart for his own good, but… He was mine. And it fucked itself because too much shit moved too fast.” “Because of this job?” I nodded. “My dad said I had to take it ASAP, or lose it. And for a guy my age? With no degree? It was a miracle. A home run to end all home runs.” “And I guess your guy just… couldn’t cope with that.” “Yep. He went nuclear… And I haven’t spoken to him since.” I look down, feeling a mix of shit. It’s… nice to talk about this, especially with someone who gets it. But at the same time, I feel… weighed down by all the things I didn’t do… Didn’t say. Maybe I should have fought harder… “Look at us, moping about our exes on a first date.” She sighed deeply, and stretched out of her arm across the table, and I instinctively took it, holding it in return. “Like a Lifetime movie waiting to happen.” I managed to joke, trying to lighten the mood, if only for myself. “Just with less kidnapping.” Leslie smiled. “Night’s still young.” . . . . . We finished out food and paid the check, half ‘n half. So nice not to have to fork down for a whole dinner with a chick, but Leslie’s a real go getter. “My grandma said there’s a real great ice cream place around the corner, wanna go?” “Like you read my mind.” I struggled to hold back a huge grin. Side by side, we quickly made our way to the little shop… A certain buzz filling the air between us as we joked and bantered. But it wasn’t sexual or romantic… Something different, something more. She really wanted to get to know me, like… like Army did, but not because she saw romance in the air, but a real friendship. Maybe that’s what we needed. Not something to replace what we lost, but something new to broaden our horizons. Reminds me of how me and Riley are, except without the pathetic one sided sexual tension. I miss her and Harry. * RING RING * I look at my phone and wouldn’t you know, Riley is calling me. Ugh, she has the worst timing. “Mind if I take this?” I asked Leslie, to be polite. “Go ahead, but she better be hot. Don’t go for a downgrade from me.” “Woudn’t dream of it, Lezzie.” “Watch it!” She giggled and walked into the ice cream shop. I answer the phone, hesitant. “Hey, what’s up?” “Ben? Oh you douchebag, I miss you.” “I miss you too. Everything okay?” “Yeah! Just was calling to ask you a favor.” A favor? That’s a new one. “No, Riley, I won’t sleep with you.” “Oh my gawd, get over yourself… you sure?” Her tone was sarcastic, but you could almost taste the hint of hesitation. “Yeah, I’m sure. What’s the real favor?” “Well, my parents are taking us to visit San Diego as a summer trip for our family… My suggestion that they loved.” “And?” “Harry asked if he could crash at your place. I’m going to be busy visiting some local art places, and my parents want to try and rekindle their romance… Which is totally gross.” “Yeah, no thanks. But yeah, that’s totally fine. Is Harry there?” I was hopeful… Harry isn’t my brother, but their close, and he always gives the best advice. “Nah. The dork went to go hang out with your brother and his new boyfriend.” My heart sank hard… Like someone dropped a cow from a plane and into the ocean… “Oh…” I guess my tone was way too sad for someone who shouldn’t care. “Did you not know? He’s apparently pretty cool. Drummer in a band, a grade older than Army. Not a bad choice, Harry told me he’s pretty hot too. Army likes a punk, I guess.” She giggled. “That’s good, I guess… Anyway, yeah, tell Harry it’s cool. I’ll see you soon.” “See ya!” *Click* Sigh… Well. Guess that’s how this cookie continues to crumble. Part of me was hoping my brother rebound would be some ugly dork, some loser off brand band aid… But a guy in a band who looks hot? Hard to compete with that… “You okay?” “Huh?” I look up and see Leslie with 2 cones. 1 chocolate, 1 vanilla. “You look like you need this. Pick which one you like.” I grab the chocolate and just kind of… stare at it. Confused. Why am I just such a mess now? The old me wouldn’t give a fuck about this shit. About his ex-boyfriend moving on. Yet… Here I am, trying to not throw up again. “Let’s walk back to your truck… You can talk about it if you want, or don’t. Wanna go back to your place and watch a movie? My night is all free and I don’t wanna go home yet.” “Yeah… Yeah! Let’s do that. I did just pick up that new Fast and the Furious movie. That okay?” “Totally. I love that shit.” She giggled and shoved me hard to start moving. All it takes is a push and a helpful hand… End of Chapter 24 Thanks for Reading!

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