Brothers in Isolation
By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2020-2021 by the author)

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Chapter 13

Alone at Grandma’s

After our first visit to Texarkana with Dad, he decided Blake and I could handle the yardwork without him a couple of weeks later.  We also agreed to paint Grandma’s bedroom while we were there, so we were sent out on Friday morning with the expectation we would return home Sunday afternoon.  I must admit Blake and I were both happy about being trusted so much by Mom and Dad and Grandma.  We were also very excited about having 3 days completely to ourselves.

On Thursday afternoon, Dad helped us check out Old Blue (my old Prius) to be sure he was up to the trip.  We cleaned the car and added some oil and water and Dad deemed him safe.  Then he took us to Lowe’s to buy the paint supplies we would need.  He gave us $200 in cash and said we should be very careful with it.  We had filled up Old Blue, which should be enough for the round trip, so he hoped we would not need to stop anywhere, but reminded me to buy gas for the lawnmower once we got the can from Grandma’s garage. 

Mom made us a bunch of food which filled our Coleman cooler and several grocery bags.  When she hugged us good-bye, Mom had a tear in her eye and said she was so proud of her “big boys.”  We arrived at Grandma’s house around noon on Friday with no issues along the road.  Since Blake now had a learner’s permit, I let him drive most of the way, which he loved.

After lunch we decided to begin with the painting since the afternoon was going to be over 100^o again.  We took photos of each wall so we could be sure we got the furniture and the stuff on it in the right places and also to document the location of all the photos; there were a lot of pictures of all the family members including some that were long gone and unknown to us.

We moved the furniture away from the walls and managed to get three walls painted before we decided it was time to quit for the day.  By the time we had our brushes cleaned and all the paint properly stored, it was nearing 6:00.

“Shower?” I asked.

“That sounds awesome,” Blake replied, “but I was wondering if we should try to get the front yard mowed beforehand.  I think it might be starting to cool off.”

 “Hmm,” I hesitated.  “That’s a good idea, I think.”

We spent the next ¾ of an hour mowing and trimming the small front yard.  It was hot and we both sweated a good deal, but it was nice to get so far with the lawn today.  We still had all day tomorrow and half of Sunday and had done nearly half our work already.

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We took a quick shower together, but were more interested in satiating our hunger for food than sex at that moment.  When we were clean, we feasted on cold fried chicken, Mom’s special potato salad, and coleslaw washed down with Southern-style iced tea, of course!  Cleaning up was quick. 

We called home on my phone and chatted with everyone about what we had gotten accomplished so far.  Dad was impressed and suggested we might want to finish the yard work as soon as we could in the morning before the day reached its hottest. 

Finally, we had Mom’s delicious strawberry cake as we cuddled on the couch and watched a movie called Edge of Seventeen from Netflix’s list.  It was about a 17-year-old guy coming to grips with his sexual orientation and we thought that would be appropriate for us.  Some of the guys in the movie were cute and the protagonist was admirable, but there were some very self-centered and hurtful guys, too, who just seemed to want to use him and move on.  We found it exciting to see someone at the same stage in life as us, but also found it frustrating and sad that he was mistreated so much. 

When the movie finished, we talked quietly for a while, deciding we were fortunate to have each other to build our experience together.  I did feel very lucky to be with Blake instead of trying to find a stranger I could trust to treat me well.

We were tired from all the work, so we settled for rather quick BJs before falling to sleep.

I was up a little before 7 the next morning, so I made coffee and set out the juice, cereal, fruit, and Danish pastries Mom had provided us.  Then I woke Blake with a kiss and a cuddle.  He was up in a flash to dash into the bathroom, but took forever to pee because of his morning woody.  We had breakfast and then decided to get the lawn finished as soon as we could.  The next hour and a half found us in the back of the house and along the sides as we worked as hard as we could to finish this big chore.

We look a long break while we drank copious amounts of lemonade and water.  I texted Dad the pictures of Blake trimming the hedges and me pushing the mower along with some final shots of the finished yard.  He texted back a bunch of thumbs up and asked me to call him when convenient.  I called him immediately and put him on speaker so Blake could share in his praises.

Dad asked if we thought we might have time to prep the guest room to be painted on our next visit.  Blake and I had already decided we only needed a couple of hours to finish the master bedroom, so we said we should have time.  He suggested we wait until morning when we were done using the room.  Blake smirked at me and I grinned back.  “Sure, Dad, when we’re done.”

 He laughed, but didn’t embarrass us with any more comment.  “Just get the furniture moved to the center and the stuff off the walls.  That should give us a head start next time.”

“Us?” I teased.

Dad chuckled.  “Did I say ‘us’?  I meant ‘you.’”

We had finished the painting by about 4 and decided to leave it overnight to dry before moving everything back into its proper place.  The pale yellow color brightened the room quite a lot compared with the drab biege it had been before.  With all our chores done except for the moving of stuff we needed to wait until morning to do, we decided to make up for lost time by having a long and luxurious shower.

After Blake did his “cleansing” routine, we spent about half an hour soaping and scrubbing each other.  We interspersed a lot of kissing and caressing into the shower time, too.  When the water began to cool, we got out and toweled each other dry.  We fell onto our bed with two massive erections that were leaking precum all over our clean bodies.  We kissed passionately but briefly as we both wanted to get the main event quickly.  Blake sucked me lovingly until I made him stop so I would not cum prematurely.  Then I took his lovely prick into my mouth (and throat!) to give him my best ever BJ effort.  After a few minutes, he told me to stop, so I shifted to his balls, which I bathed for a while before slipping lower to his downy asshole.

As always, his cheeks were firm and lightly furry, his sphincter was pink and spotless, and his entire body was eager to welcome me deeply.  From my squeamishness a few weeks ago, I had come a long ways as I now adored every moment with my mouth on Blake’s tender hole.  I could eat him out for days and days!  His moans and groans, twitches and jerks were like the strongest aphrodaisiacs to me.  He allowed me a good, long time of licking and probing before he cried out breathlessly, “Oh, babe, please put it in!”

Quickly I lubed his tight, pink winker and my 8 ½ inch pounder and entered him slowly but firmly, to the cries of joy we both made as our unification happened anew.  After a brief pause, I commenced to drive into him all I had to give as he received me with all he had to give.  We grunted and groaned a lot as my cock brushed against his prostate.  His beautiful dick oozed his personal lube all over his tummy, collecting in the grooves between his great stomach muscles. 

“Let’s do it standing up,” he suggested.

This was a new position for me, but I didn’t argue and soon he was leaning over the metal pipe that was the footboard of our bed with his hands spread towards the sides and his feet spread to give me lots of access.  I stepped up and plugged in, grateful for his interior warmth and the firm grip he had on my pecker.  Soon he was meeting my thrusts forward and soon after that he was tossing himself back onto me faster than I could plunge forward into him.  It was heavenly and soon I screamed and filled his ass with my juices.

As soon as I caught my breath a bit, I said, “Did you cum?”

“No,” he panted.  “I wanted to save the sheets.”

I withdrew and threw him onto the bed on his back.  Tossing his legs into the air, I pulled his dick deep into my mouth while I shoved a couple of fingers into his stretched and gooey hole.  I sucked hard and finger-fucked him as rapidly as my hand would move.  My fingers naturally found the sides of the bump of his prostate and caressed it lovingly until he screamed and filled my mouth with hot, tasty boy-spunk.  A lot!

After dinner (ham slices, more potato salad, and cold baked beans), we watched a few episodes of Tales of the City, which was much less distressing than Edge of Seventeen.  In fact it was fun in a retro sort of way as it dealt with gay life in San Francisco back in the 1970’s.

“That was even before Dad’s day,” Blake noted.

We piled into bed a bit early, enjoying a lengthy cuddle and some pillow talk before we got down to business with a most exciting 69 double-BJ.  Blake let loose his load moments before mine came, but, of course, the first taste of his delicious load triggered my own orgasm.

As we recovered, we cuddled some more.  I don’t think I will ever get tired of holding my little brother, who is actually bigger than me though still a couple of inches shorter.  Sometimes he holds me instead and that makes me feel very safe and secure.  Funny the subtle differences in meanings of the various positions and actions you give and receive in a sexual relationship.

Blake chuckled.  “Do you think there has ever been sex between two guys in this house before us?”

“Hmm,” I pondered the interesting question.  “Well, Dad lived here before college, so I guess that would depend on if he ever had a friend sleep over during high school or brought a boyfriend home from college.”

“This was his room, right?” Blake asked.

“I’m pretty sure it was.”

“His bed?”

“Probably.”

“His sheets?”

“I suppose.”

“Do you think he ever brought Gary here?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe.”

“I hope so.  I hope he got to enjoy this room like we have.”

I grinned at him.  “You know you are a real softy, don’t you, bro?”

He kissed me.  “I can be soft,” he said sweetly.  Then his voice grew edgy.  “But I can be very, very hard when properly motivated.”  He grabbed my hand and drew it down to his steely phallus.

“Damn, boy!”  Taking the hint, I pushed him onto his back and dropped down to his groin, sucking his big dick into my mouth for some serious Hoovering.  I spit on my fingers, plunged them into his still relaxed opening, and quickly found his prostate.  Between working his dick and his prostate, I had him moaning like a porn-star bottom in no time.  He came hard as he slapped his hands onto the bed and yelped out his excitement.

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After that weekend, Dad sent us back to Texarkana about every two weeks to do the yardwork and work on painting the interior of the house.  By the time Labor Day came, we had completed the painting inside and began sanding the outside walls.  Blake and I really enjoyed all our trips to Texarkana because it was good work that was very much appreciated by Mom and Dad and, especially, Grandma, and because it gave us so much time alone.  Each weekend turned into its own adventure, part work, and part sex.  Life with my super-hot brother was spectacular.

To be continued...

Posted: 01/08/2021