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I rose again to kneel between his legs as he reached for the plastic bottle of suntan oil. He squeezed a puddle of the oil into the palm of his hand and quickly spread it over the length of my cock. It was hot, very hot, from the sun.
"Squirt some in my ass," he said, handing me the bottle. I gently pushed the little nozzle head of the bottle into the bud of his ass and squeezed. "Oh, yeah, Bro," he hissed, "now do it, fuck me now."
I positioned myself again and pressed the head of my Www Preteen Nymphets cock against him. My cock slid into him with such ease that we both gasped with surprise.
"Yeah," he hissed. "Yeah."
His legs again come up to lock me to him.
"Hard, Davy, fuck me hard."
I pounded into him with force, slammed my body against his. Our bodies were slick and wet with sweat and oil and made a resounding slapping sound as we repeatedly collided.
"Oh, yeah, Davy, that's it, man. Show no mercy, bro."
We were both so hot, in every sense of the word, that it was over in moments. I felt his body tighten and knew he was there. His ass shuddered around my cock and his cock erupted in the hot space between us, jolting his white seed up onto his chest.
I tried to hold on a moment more but lost it as his ass clinched in time with his erupting cock. I Www Preteen Nymphets
exploded deep in him, feeling my cock jolt in his hot, hard body.
"Yeah, man, yeah."
I collapsed, letting my full weight rest on him as his legs slipped from around me and we lay gasping in the hot air.



'Gees, guys!'
I heard it but it didn't register 'till I tuned with a jolt to see our little brother standing in the low door from the attic.
"Steve," I gasped.
He turned and jolted back into the darkness behind him. We heard a muffled crash as he stumbled over one of the large storage boxes in his path. Monty and I lay in stunned silence as we heard Steve's retreating footsteps on the stairs and then the distant slam of the door on the second floor landing.
"Oh, shit, Dave!" Monty gasped as my withered cock slid from his ass and we both sat up. "How the hell did he get up here?"
My head was reeling. I tried to think, retracing my steps as I'd come through the house in search of my brother.
"I must have left the door unlocked when I ran up," I whispered.
We were both silent, look intently at one another. Moments passed. Then Monty said, his voice very quite and very shaky, "We're fucked, Bro! Seriously fucked."



"Your father wants to talk with you," our mother said when we came down to dinner.
We had showered and dressed and gotten on down without being called, fearing the worst and figuring we'd just as well face the music.
Dad was walking back and forth behind his desk with the phone receiver at his ear when we went in to the room he used as his office when working at home.
He looked sternly at us and motioned us to the sofa which faced his desk. We sat, waiting for him to finish his telephone conversation. The room was more like a den than an office. The bookshelves behind the huge old desk were filled with mementoes and awards. It had a settled, masculine feeling.
"I realize that," Dad said, speaking to whomever it was on the other end of the phone line. He was silent again as he listened for some time, then said, "You may say so, Martin, but I think you had an obligation to their mother and me, as well."
Realizing that our father was talking his brother, our Uncle Martin, was a further cause for alarm.
Dad finished the call, saying, "yes, I'll call you back later," and hung up.
He turned to face us, just standing there, not speaking.
"Dad," I finally said, not able to contain my apprehensions any longer, "can I say something?"
"I think it would be better if you let me speak first, Dave," Dad said. But then, again, he was silent. Monty and I sat silently on the sofa, waiting for our father to begin. Eventually he sat down in his large, lather desk chair and looked across at us. "I just as well tell you that I am very angry," he eventually began.
"We understand, Dad," I said and Monty added his agreement.
"Do you?" Dad said. His voice was very quiet but seemed to pulsate with emotion. "And why do you think I'm angry?"
"Because of what we were doing. Steve must have told you what he saw."
"Yes, he told me. I think he was in shock."
"We're so sorry, Dad."
"You still don't get it, do you?" Dad went on.
"What do you mean?"
"I am angry, David, at both of you, because you did not have the courage to tell Www Preteen Nymphets me what has apparently been going on between the two of you for several months now. My own brother knew. I guess you figured that was your Uncle Martin I was just talking with."
"Yes, Dad, we figured," I said.
"I will not be drawn into an argument about what you boys have been doing. I expect we will have to discuss it at some point very soon. But right now I want you to understand that the one thing I have always insisted on from my children has been your complete honesty with your mother and me."
"Yes, Dad, we do know that."
"And haven't I always told you to Www Preteen Nymphets bring any concern, any difficulty to me?"
"Yes, Dad."
"Especially involving any issue which has significance to you and to the rest of the family."
"Yes, Dad."
"And would you say this particular issue has such significance?"
"Yes, Dad, certainly."
Dad was silent for several minutes, just looking at Monty and Www Preteen Nymphets me. I felt awful and could sense that Monty was nearly ready to burst into tears. After a while Dad spoke again.
"I guess I am most upset because I have always felt our relationships were based on trust. I feel as if that trust had been violated."
Before anything more was said, Patty came to the door and said Mom wanted us to come eat. The three of us rose stiffly and went off to the family room.



Dinner was hell. Mom had brought our cousin Bess back with her from Greenwood after all. Our grandmother had been delayed and wouldn't get home until late. There was a stunning silence from everyone around the table except for Bess and our sister Patty. They both continued to jabber and tease as only little girls can. Www Preteen Nymphets I guess, in a way it was a relief that they kept talking. I was sure they didn't even recognize the tension which the rest of us felt, let alone understand the reason for it. Without their banter the silence would have been overwhelming.
As soon as Mom had served the dessert, the girls were asking for permission to leave the table. Once they were gone the silence was really awful. Mom and Dad eventually finished and excused us. I didn't know what to do and finally asked Dad if he wanted Monty and me to come back to his office to continue our talk.
"Not yet, David," he said, using my full name. "I told your Uncle Martin that I would call him back and I think I should do that now. You and Monty go to your room and wait for me."
"Yes, sir," we both said, and rose to leave.
As we reached the door, Dad spoke again. "Leave your door unlocked, David, I'll come up and talk with you as soon as I finish my call."
"Yes, sir." I said. He had called me David, not Dave. He had also said that we were not to lock the door. That meant that we were not to engage in any intimate behavior.
When we reached the top of the stairs and the large converted attic which Monty and I shared as our bedroom and private world, Monty went immediately to my end of the space and lay down on my bed. I stretched out beside him and drew him into my arms.
We were both silently crying and as his lips pressed against my left ear, he whispered, "I'm so scared, Bro." I could feel a trimmer run through his body and he felt hot, feverish, in my arms.
"I know, Monty, me too."
"Do you think they'll separate us?"
"I don't know, Bro."
"I'm so afraid Dad will send you away."
"I know, Bro."
We lay in silence, locked in each other's arms, dreading our father's arrival, knowing it meant his judgment.
I think we may have dozed a little, but were fully awake when we heard the door slam shut on the second floor landing. Dad's heavy steps sounded on the stairs and by the time he called out to us we were setting side by side on the edge of my bed. "Where are you boys? he called.
"Here, Dad," Www Preteen Nymphets we responded in unison. He came around the corner into my sleeping area, looked down at us from his standing position, then turned the desk chair around and sat down facing us.
"You boys all right?" I think he could tell we'd both been crying. Monty's face was blotched and puffy and his eyes were red.
Yeah, Dad," I said, "we're just so sorry."
He reached over and patted us both on our legs. "It'll be all right." He paused and looked at us, then added, "we'll work it out. That's what families do."
"Thanks, Dad," I Www Preteen Nymphets
said.
It wasn't Dave's fault, Dad. You've got to know that," Monty blurted out. I wasn't sure if Dad wanted us to be speak yet, but he didn't stop my brother, so he just continued. "I know because Dave's older, you're probably blaming him, but it isn't his fault, Dad, really it isn't. I was the one who started it, you've got to understand that. I started it. Dave would never have done anything if I hadn't been the one to start it."
Dad was silent for several minutes. When he spoke his voice was very low, unnaturally low, and very serious. "Is that true, Monty? Are you the one who began this between the two of you?"
"Yes, Dad, it's true, really true."
"David," Dad said, looking sternly at me, "tell me the absolute truth. This is very important. Did Monty start things between you?"
I was silent, thinking back, trying to remember what had happened so many months ago. "I think it was Monty, Dad. I'm trying to remember as accurately as possible." I paused and waited as I tried to think it through. "But even if it was Monty who started it, Dad, it isn't as if I didn't want it, too."
"But you both agree it was Monty who initiated it?"
"Yes, Dad, absolutely," Monty said quickly.
"Yes, sir," I added.
Our father noticeably relaxed. It was as if his body lost its tension and he was suddenly the relaxed man we had always known.
"I couldn't believe you started it, David. I didn't want to believe you seduced your younger brother. I'm so glad I was right. Even if it was a mutual thing between you, once it got started, I'm so relieved that it wasn't a Www Preteen Nymphets case of my oldest son taking any sort of advantage of a younger sibling." He waited again and then added, "I guess it's a fine point, Www Preteen Nymphets but it's important to me."

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