Brothers And Heroes part 15
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Parts Before
Rating:4 (!)
Brothers And Heroes
That year, the Kents made no plans to stay at the Hotel. The boys wanted to go, but Martha didn’t feel that she could enjoy her visit, the memories there would be too painful to bear. The boys were disappointed but had been promised trips to the shore during the summer as a consolation.
Clark asked Lex to come stay with them when school let out, and Bruce thought maybe it might be nice to spend time with Lex again. Maybe. He didn’t seem to be much interested in his old friends these days. Except of course for Clark. Lex would never forget Clark. And Bruce was entirely too mature to be jealous of that.
******
Right before the official beginning of summer, his parents had a garden party, in part to celebrate the launch of a line of seeds they had great hopes for, a hardy long blooming sweet pea that Martha was particularly proud of. The lawn was dotted with furniture, and strings and strings of electric lanterns lit the night. Music performed by a live band played softly in the background, waiters wove their way through the crowds of business acquaintances and locals, carrying trays of glasses filled with mysterious liquids and some held trays of interesting looking little sandwiches and things that Ma called canapés. Bruce enjoyed it, he’d always been locked in the nursery with the nanny on the rare occasion his parents had parties back…before..
Some of Gotham’s elite were there, and of particular interest to Bruce, their new neighbors. They’d bought the house across the way, hadn’t actually taken up residence there yet, but they were invited to the function to get acquainted. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Cole and their daughter Serena.
Serena was beautiful, older, and Bruce thought, just a little frightening—a lot actually. She was completely fascinating. Bruce watched her make her way around the grounds, trailing a little wake of guys who were also fascinated by her. She was gracious and friendly, stopping to chat with the older people like the socialite in training that she was
When she caught sight of Bruce, however, she bore down on him with a determined look. Bruce felt a little bubble of panic well up and lodge in his throat, looked over to see if any of the guys might rescue him, but they just stood back in a little huddle, looking jealous, and a maybe a little relieved as Serena sailed towards on Bruce.
Suddenly she was in front of him and Bruce was struck by how truly beautiful she was. It surprised him. He expected her to look tougher close up, but she had a delicate look, so at odds with her self-possessed behavior around the boys. She looked him up and down and held out her hand like she was a grown up. “Hello. I’m Serena. Your neighbor?” She smiled, her teeth were small and even and very white, framed by delicate bow lips, her chin was round and soft and he thought it would fit in his hand perfectly. She looked elfin; a cloud of strawberry blonde hair framed her blue eyes. Bruce smiled back. He thought she was amazing.
“I’m Bruce. “ He felt proud he didn’t stutter and looked over the top of her head to the guys standing still. One of the guys winked and Bruce blushed.
"I know who you are,” she said, a shade of exasperation in her voice. “Walk with me.” She started off and Bruce watched her walk. He threw a quick look over his shoulder and saw that the guys that had been following her were looking at him with something rather like hate. The tall boy who’d winked looked surprised and envious. He grinned back at them.
“Bruce!” Serena called out impatiently and he ran to catch up with her.
******
“So, your people are more than just farmers, aren’t they,” she asked as they strolled past the green houses and along a lane lined with fruit trees.
“Well, yeah, Pop’s a researcher, he’s pretty famous actually,” he said with some pride.
“Oh,” she said, completely uninterested, and pointed at a storage shed at the end of the lane. “What’s behind there?”
“Nothing interesting,” he said, a little puzzled
“Good, come on.”
She pulled him by his hand until they were in the dark behind the shed and she smiled. She reached down the front of her dress and Bruce felt his eyes fly wide, but she just pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “God, I’ve been dying for a smoke all night. They watch me like a hawk. They won’t say anything about me going off with you though—everyone knows you’re harmless.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bruce frowned. He wasn’t sure he liked being thought of as harmless.
She winked at him, lit up and inhaled deeply, blew a thick stream of smoke through her nose and mouth. “God.” she groaned, “that’s so damn good.”
Bruce blushed a little. Could it be *that* good? He concentrated on her, her clear blue eyes and pretty skin , watched her lips purse around the cigarette, the way the tip of her tongue licked at the center of her top lip and swept her bottom lip before she .let the cigarette rest between them. It made his spine tickle. It was weird. She noticed him staring at her mouth and smiled. “Do you bring girls out here a lot, Bruce?”
He shook his head no. “Never.”
“What, never, ever?”
He shook his head again, and felt like an idiot.
“Bruce, you’ve never kissed a girl?”
Now he was on solid ground. “Of course I have,” he scoffed. “Lots of girls.”
She smiled, a long lazy grin that made his heart speed up a bit, and her smile turned up higher on one side then the other and he wanted to kiss that side.
“Sweetheart, I’m not talking about baby pecks stolen in the coatroom. I mean…a kiss.”
He blushed hard and felt even more idiotic if possible. Okay, third grade kisses probably didn’t rate but it was all he had.
She dropped the butt and ground it into the dirt. “Come here,” she gestured and he stepped forward. His breath was coming a bit faster and his stomach tightened.
“Don’t look like you’re going to die, come closer.” He stepped up until he felt her warm breath against his neck. “Tilt your head towards me; I’m going to teach you the right way to kiss a girl.”
Kiss a girl. All he could hear was her saying kiss a girl. And then, warm soft lips covered his, pressed against his lips softly, slowly, and he suddenly got so warm—she pressed more and the pressure opened his mouth a little and her tongue skated across his bottom lip and it made him gasp and open his mouth more. She moved her lips against his, and the tip of her tongue slid soft and warm against his…he felt his groin tighten, and his heart was thumping, thumping…she pulled back and he grunted a little in disappointment.
“Let’s sit, okay, you’re too tall,” she made a little face and pushed him gently down and he sat on the cool, slightly damp ground.
She tsked. “I can’t sit on the ground, I’ll stain my skirt. I’ll sit on you.” She said, and dropped into his lap.
His brain sent up a flare,there’s heat on your lap, there’s movement on your lap, and the inevitable happened, Bruce got hard. He groaned in embarrassment and tried to shift her away but she grinned and positioned herself so that she was pressed against his erection. “I’m flattered,” she purred.
He thought it was entirely possible he might die. He had to move her—“I’m—I—oh!”
She rocked back and forth on him. “Maybe not so harmless after all, hmm?” she purred and twisted her arms behind his neck and kissed him, her tongue slipping further into his mouth, and after a bit he began to chase it, copy what she did, lick and suck at her tongue, licked into her mouth. She took his hands and cupped them against her breasts, pressed his hands until he squeezed—kept squeezing because he had not the slightest idea what he was supposed to be doing but it made her moan into his mouth and he figured that was good.
The kiss went on and on, his ears were burning, his face, his chest, his…his dick, so hard….
She reached down and grabbed him—his heart thumped, and he could swear it stopped beating all together for a second —“Oh god!” He gasped and rose up, nearly bumping her off his lap.
She yelped, ”Hey, watch it!” She stood and he groaned. His dick was hoping that there’d be more of this…part of his mind was relieved.
But she sat again, facing him this time, her legs locked around his back, her skirt pushed up above her thighs, he could see her panties and he knew this was important, panties seeing was number one, panties touching…he slowly reached out until he touched her, slid a finger over the silky surface and she moaned, “yes, like that,”--he pressed a little harder--“go on!”
He was pressing and rubbing against her, and she was squirming and his finger slipped against the warm flesh of the crease of her thigh, and slid under the band of her panties and she stiffened and sighed. His finger was in heat, soft wet heat, she was rocking a bit more now, and he knew it felt good to her. He wanted to make her feel good. He slid his finger back and forth between the soft lips, excited but clueless, and hoping for guidance.
She moaned louder and told him where to touch, there was a little nub that slipped under his fingers, he chased it and she groaned louder, “harder, just a little”…his hand was wet, and his fingers slid back and deeper into her. She yelped and he pulled back.
“Don’t be an idiot, get back there,” and she shoved his hand back. He plunged his fingers in and out of her, slid his thumb over that little slippery nub and tried to set his rhythm by her response–she threw her head back and arched with a long moan.
Suddenly, she was gasping, biting his collar and he felt his fingers being squeezed inside of her…it was amazing, it was strange, it was arousing. She pulled her shirt over her head, and her breasts were exposed. He felt his dick growing harder; he’d lost it a little when she yelped, but the sight of her chest gleaming in the moonlight made him rock hard again. Her nipples were small, stiff, and puckered. She leaned closer and told him, “Lick.” He put out his tongue and tentatively licked, she shuddered and he licked harder, closed his eyes and felt the hard nub against his tongue, stroked it, sucked it. It made him want—a lot..
She pressed harder against him, rocking, slick, wet and hot on his hand, guiding his fingers and every move made that tightening, ready to let go feeling in him grow more and more. He sucked harder and she groaned and ground down against him. He opened his eyes, and let her nipple fall from his mouth, and it gleamed…a perfect small circle of copper, a spattering of copper colored freckles ran between her breasts…his eyes were captured by them—she thrust against him, froze, “Oh fuck yeah, that’s it,” she exhaled a long shuddery moan.
A feeling swept over him, consumed him—it hit him like a tidal wave and he couldn’t hold it back. It swept over him, warm and shaking him from head to toe…he fell back, pulling her with him, stretching her out on his body. He groaned and groaned, teeth clenched and his body shivering and he held on to her as if he were afraid of flying away.
******
He was sitting up, watching her smooth her clothes out and fix her hair. She lit another cigarette and sighed out a cloud of smoke. He was wet front and back, grass stains on his elbows and for sure his ass, his pants were stuck to him and he thought so that’s what it’s like to have –that—with someone else. He grinned ruefully. Maybe next time, there’d be less clothes involved. Still, it was an amazing improvement over jerking off, even if it hadn’t been as nice as he’d imagined it might be. The clothes thing—definitely an impediment.
He watched Serena and instinct told him that it probably had a lot to do with who you did it with, too.
She looked at down at him. “You’re staring at me. You’re wondering what’s going to happen now.”
Bruce actually hadn’t got the brainpower back to think anything that complicated—he shrugged.
“Well, let’s make it clear, we’re not going steady or anything, I was just feeling–you know,” she shrugged–“And you’re very good looking. Not that you weren’t good. Tell you what; next time I’m home from school, I’ll look you up again, all right? How do I look? Any stains?”
“No, you look fine.”
“Good. *You* look like you’ve been dry-humping in a cornfield,” she said, the cigarette shifting into the corner of her mouth. She pulled her hair back from her ears and smoke coiled above her head.
He sucked in his belly and slid a hand into his underwear, wincing at the sticky mess. “Not so dry,” he muttered and she laughed.
He walked her back to the edge of the party area and left her, running to cut around to the back of the house. He ran upstairs and stripped quickly, hopped into the shower.
Water ran down his head, warming his cold back. He thought about it. He’d had sex, pretty much. It was sex, right? He’d –come—with a girl. He made her come. He was pretty sure he’d made her come anyway.
What would Lex say about it? He wished he was here so he could talk about it, how it felt…He looked down at his dick and touched it, carefully. He soaped up his hand and stroked it over his dick, under his balls, around the dusting of black hair around his dick. He had semen everywhere. It was sticky and clung to his hair and as he washed carefully his dick began to fill again. He held it in his hand and felt it jerk to fullness. Amazing. Her nipples…the freckles… He blushed hard, so hard even in the shower he felt as if he were sweating. His dick slapped his belly. Every familiar touch seemed a little different, more intense somehow. He pushed in and out of the tight circle of his fist, eyes tightly closed as he pictured freckles scattered over her shoulders, perfect skin gleaming pink in the sun, salty with ocean spray, warm rock under him--and shuddered to an orgasm.
tbc, my beloved ones!
Unless you think it works?
Parts Before
Rating:4 (!)
Brothers And Heroes
That year, the Kents made no plans to stay at the Hotel. The boys wanted to go, but Martha didn’t feel that she could enjoy her visit, the memories there would be too painful to bear. The boys were disappointed but had been promised trips to the shore during the summer as a consolation.
Clark asked Lex to come stay with them when school let out, and Bruce thought maybe it might be nice to spend time with Lex again. Maybe. He didn’t seem to be much interested in his old friends these days. Except of course for Clark. Lex would never forget Clark. And Bruce was entirely too mature to be jealous of that.
******
Right before the official beginning of summer, his parents had a garden party, in part to celebrate the launch of a line of seeds they had great hopes for, a hardy long blooming sweet pea that Martha was particularly proud of. The lawn was dotted with furniture, and strings and strings of electric lanterns lit the night. Music performed by a live band played softly in the background, waiters wove their way through the crowds of business acquaintances and locals, carrying trays of glasses filled with mysterious liquids and some held trays of interesting looking little sandwiches and things that Ma called canapés. Bruce enjoyed it, he’d always been locked in the nursery with the nanny on the rare occasion his parents had parties back…before..
Some of Gotham’s elite were there, and of particular interest to Bruce, their new neighbors. They’d bought the house across the way, hadn’t actually taken up residence there yet, but they were invited to the function to get acquainted. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Cole and their daughter Serena.
Serena was beautiful, older, and Bruce thought, just a little frightening—a lot actually. She was completely fascinating. Bruce watched her make her way around the grounds, trailing a little wake of guys who were also fascinated by her. She was gracious and friendly, stopping to chat with the older people like the socialite in training that she was
When she caught sight of Bruce, however, she bore down on him with a determined look. Bruce felt a little bubble of panic well up and lodge in his throat, looked over to see if any of the guys might rescue him, but they just stood back in a little huddle, looking jealous, and a maybe a little relieved as Serena sailed towards on Bruce.
Suddenly she was in front of him and Bruce was struck by how truly beautiful she was. It surprised him. He expected her to look tougher close up, but she had a delicate look, so at odds with her self-possessed behavior around the boys. She looked him up and down and held out her hand like she was a grown up. “Hello. I’m Serena. Your neighbor?” She smiled, her teeth were small and even and very white, framed by delicate bow lips, her chin was round and soft and he thought it would fit in his hand perfectly. She looked elfin; a cloud of strawberry blonde hair framed her blue eyes. Bruce smiled back. He thought she was amazing.
“I’m Bruce. “ He felt proud he didn’t stutter and looked over the top of her head to the guys standing still. One of the guys winked and Bruce blushed.
"I know who you are,” she said, a shade of exasperation in her voice. “Walk with me.” She started off and Bruce watched her walk. He threw a quick look over his shoulder and saw that the guys that had been following her were looking at him with something rather like hate. The tall boy who’d winked looked surprised and envious. He grinned back at them.
“Bruce!” Serena called out impatiently and he ran to catch up with her.
******
“So, your people are more than just farmers, aren’t they,” she asked as they strolled past the green houses and along a lane lined with fruit trees.
“Well, yeah, Pop’s a researcher, he’s pretty famous actually,” he said with some pride.
“Oh,” she said, completely uninterested, and pointed at a storage shed at the end of the lane. “What’s behind there?”
“Nothing interesting,” he said, a little puzzled
“Good, come on.”
She pulled him by his hand until they were in the dark behind the shed and she smiled. She reached down the front of her dress and Bruce felt his eyes fly wide, but she just pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “God, I’ve been dying for a smoke all night. They watch me like a hawk. They won’t say anything about me going off with you though—everyone knows you’re harmless.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bruce frowned. He wasn’t sure he liked being thought of as harmless.
She winked at him, lit up and inhaled deeply, blew a thick stream of smoke through her nose and mouth. “God.” she groaned, “that’s so damn good.”
Bruce blushed a little. Could it be *that* good? He concentrated on her, her clear blue eyes and pretty skin , watched her lips purse around the cigarette, the way the tip of her tongue licked at the center of her top lip and swept her bottom lip before she .let the cigarette rest between them. It made his spine tickle. It was weird. She noticed him staring at her mouth and smiled. “Do you bring girls out here a lot, Bruce?”
He shook his head no. “Never.”
“What, never, ever?”
He shook his head again, and felt like an idiot.
“Bruce, you’ve never kissed a girl?”
Now he was on solid ground. “Of course I have,” he scoffed. “Lots of girls.”
She smiled, a long lazy grin that made his heart speed up a bit, and her smile turned up higher on one side then the other and he wanted to kiss that side.
“Sweetheart, I’m not talking about baby pecks stolen in the coatroom. I mean…a kiss.”
He blushed hard and felt even more idiotic if possible. Okay, third grade kisses probably didn’t rate but it was all he had.
She dropped the butt and ground it into the dirt. “Come here,” she gestured and he stepped forward. His breath was coming a bit faster and his stomach tightened.
“Don’t look like you’re going to die, come closer.” He stepped up until he felt her warm breath against his neck. “Tilt your head towards me; I’m going to teach you the right way to kiss a girl.”
Kiss a girl. All he could hear was her saying kiss a girl. And then, warm soft lips covered his, pressed against his lips softly, slowly, and he suddenly got so warm—she pressed more and the pressure opened his mouth a little and her tongue skated across his bottom lip and it made him gasp and open his mouth more. She moved her lips against his, and the tip of her tongue slid soft and warm against his…he felt his groin tighten, and his heart was thumping, thumping…she pulled back and he grunted a little in disappointment.
“Let’s sit, okay, you’re too tall,” she made a little face and pushed him gently down and he sat on the cool, slightly damp ground.
She tsked. “I can’t sit on the ground, I’ll stain my skirt. I’ll sit on you.” She said, and dropped into his lap.
His brain sent up a flare,there’s heat on your lap, there’s movement on your lap, and the inevitable happened, Bruce got hard. He groaned in embarrassment and tried to shift her away but she grinned and positioned herself so that she was pressed against his erection. “I’m flattered,” she purred.
He thought it was entirely possible he might die. He had to move her—“I’m—I—oh!”
She rocked back and forth on him. “Maybe not so harmless after all, hmm?” she purred and twisted her arms behind his neck and kissed him, her tongue slipping further into his mouth, and after a bit he began to chase it, copy what she did, lick and suck at her tongue, licked into her mouth. She took his hands and cupped them against her breasts, pressed his hands until he squeezed—kept squeezing because he had not the slightest idea what he was supposed to be doing but it made her moan into his mouth and he figured that was good.
The kiss went on and on, his ears were burning, his face, his chest, his…his dick, so hard….
She reached down and grabbed him—his heart thumped, and he could swear it stopped beating all together for a second —“Oh god!” He gasped and rose up, nearly bumping her off his lap.
She yelped, ”Hey, watch it!” She stood and he groaned. His dick was hoping that there’d be more of this…part of his mind was relieved.
But she sat again, facing him this time, her legs locked around his back, her skirt pushed up above her thighs, he could see her panties and he knew this was important, panties seeing was number one, panties touching…he slowly reached out until he touched her, slid a finger over the silky surface and she moaned, “yes, like that,”--he pressed a little harder--“go on!”
He was pressing and rubbing against her, and she was squirming and his finger slipped against the warm flesh of the crease of her thigh, and slid under the band of her panties and she stiffened and sighed. His finger was in heat, soft wet heat, she was rocking a bit more now, and he knew it felt good to her. He wanted to make her feel good. He slid his finger back and forth between the soft lips, excited but clueless, and hoping for guidance.
She moaned louder and told him where to touch, there was a little nub that slipped under his fingers, he chased it and she groaned louder, “harder, just a little”…his hand was wet, and his fingers slid back and deeper into her. She yelped and he pulled back.
“Don’t be an idiot, get back there,” and she shoved his hand back. He plunged his fingers in and out of her, slid his thumb over that little slippery nub and tried to set his rhythm by her response–she threw her head back and arched with a long moan.
Suddenly, she was gasping, biting his collar and he felt his fingers being squeezed inside of her…it was amazing, it was strange, it was arousing. She pulled her shirt over her head, and her breasts were exposed. He felt his dick growing harder; he’d lost it a little when she yelped, but the sight of her chest gleaming in the moonlight made him rock hard again. Her nipples were small, stiff, and puckered. She leaned closer and told him, “Lick.” He put out his tongue and tentatively licked, she shuddered and he licked harder, closed his eyes and felt the hard nub against his tongue, stroked it, sucked it. It made him want—a lot..
She pressed harder against him, rocking, slick, wet and hot on his hand, guiding his fingers and every move made that tightening, ready to let go feeling in him grow more and more. He sucked harder and she groaned and ground down against him. He opened his eyes, and let her nipple fall from his mouth, and it gleamed…a perfect small circle of copper, a spattering of copper colored freckles ran between her breasts…his eyes were captured by them—she thrust against him, froze, “Oh fuck yeah, that’s it,” she exhaled a long shuddery moan.
A feeling swept over him, consumed him—it hit him like a tidal wave and he couldn’t hold it back. It swept over him, warm and shaking him from head to toe…he fell back, pulling her with him, stretching her out on his body. He groaned and groaned, teeth clenched and his body shivering and he held on to her as if he were afraid of flying away.
******
He was sitting up, watching her smooth her clothes out and fix her hair. She lit another cigarette and sighed out a cloud of smoke. He was wet front and back, grass stains on his elbows and for sure his ass, his pants were stuck to him and he thought so that’s what it’s like to have –that—with someone else. He grinned ruefully. Maybe next time, there’d be less clothes involved. Still, it was an amazing improvement over jerking off, even if it hadn’t been as nice as he’d imagined it might be. The clothes thing—definitely an impediment.
He watched Serena and instinct told him that it probably had a lot to do with who you did it with, too.
She looked at down at him. “You’re staring at me. You’re wondering what’s going to happen now.”
Bruce actually hadn’t got the brainpower back to think anything that complicated—he shrugged.
“Well, let’s make it clear, we’re not going steady or anything, I was just feeling–you know,” she shrugged–“And you’re very good looking. Not that you weren’t good. Tell you what; next time I’m home from school, I’ll look you up again, all right? How do I look? Any stains?”
“No, you look fine.”
“Good. *You* look like you’ve been dry-humping in a cornfield,” she said, the cigarette shifting into the corner of her mouth. She pulled her hair back from her ears and smoke coiled above her head.
He sucked in his belly and slid a hand into his underwear, wincing at the sticky mess. “Not so dry,” he muttered and she laughed.
He walked her back to the edge of the party area and left her, running to cut around to the back of the house. He ran upstairs and stripped quickly, hopped into the shower.
Water ran down his head, warming his cold back. He thought about it. He’d had sex, pretty much. It was sex, right? He’d –come—with a girl. He made her come. He was pretty sure he’d made her come anyway.
What would Lex say about it? He wished he was here so he could talk about it, how it felt…He looked down at his dick and touched it, carefully. He soaped up his hand and stroked it over his dick, under his balls, around the dusting of black hair around his dick. He had semen everywhere. It was sticky and clung to his hair and as he washed carefully his dick began to fill again. He held it in his hand and felt it jerk to fullness. Amazing. Her nipples…the freckles… He blushed hard, so hard even in the shower he felt as if he were sweating. His dick slapped his belly. Every familiar touch seemed a little different, more intense somehow. He pushed in and out of the tight circle of his fist, eyes tightly closed as he pictured freckles scattered over her shoulders, perfect skin gleaming pink in the sun, salty with ocean spray, warm rock under him--and shuddered to an orgasm.
tbc, my beloved ones!
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