Something Different

This thing between us; well the level of the thing, really only started a week ago and I was so comfortable with it. Nate and I had been friends forever, jacked off, and jacked each other off; but a week ago everything changed. I explained that with Cass here we should not be so ‘in her face’ with it because she could really be a bitch sometimes. He nodded totally understanding. When we got in bed it was kind of funny because we didn’t know whose head would be on who’s, chest.

I won. My arm was around him, his head on my chest, and there was nothing sexual about it. “I’m with you, Cam. I could sleep like this forever.”

I jolted out of bed when I heard the blood curtailing scream. Cass used to have night-terrors when she was younger and It was only me who could calm her. She hadn’t lived here in a couple of years but it was like yesterday and I launched Nate off me as I ran for her room.

She was sitting up in her bed, eyes wide open, but I knew she was still asleep. I sat down pulling her screaming face to my neck trying to calm her and wake her at the same time. I didn’t really hate my little sister and when we were kid’s things were good between us, but we were young and she looked up to me.

She always apologized when she came out of it and I always soothed her. “Can I sleep with you, Camy?”

“Look, Cass. We aren’t kids anymore and I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Is it really that? Or is it because you’re sleeping with Nathan, in Daddy’s, room?”

“Cass? What I do with Nathan is none of your business, and yes, that’s part of it. But you need to understand that anybody would think it’s wrong now.” I needed her to realize that.

“You can sleep in the middle if you’re scared I’m gonna put moves on him.”

“Sleeping next to me wouldn’t be any better, Cass.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Cam.”

“Do you have underwear on?”

“I can put some on.”

“Fine. But let me talk to him first.”

I walked in and Nate was pacing back and forth. “She has nightmares and wants to sleep with me. It’s what we used to do as kids and she knows were sleeping in here, together. She wants to sleep with us; I’ll be in the middle.” And he had a dumbfounded look on his face as Cass walked in holding her pillow.

We were all on our backs and it sounded like Nate had fallen asleep when she asked, “Do you love him, Brother?”

“I think I do.”

“In what way?”

“I love him like a friend I’ve had for years. But for a while now, I’ve loved him in a romantic way.”

“Does he Love you?”

“I think he does in the same ways I just described; now will you go to sleep?”

“Are you gay?”

“I am for him. Now, will you go, too, fuckin, sleep?”

I woke up with one on each side of my chest; their foreheads almost touching. I had an arm around each of them and the feeling of warmth was overwhelming. I knew Cass was awake, her finger running Nate’s hair behind his ear, one following his happy lines.

“You hurt him and I’ll kill you.”

I felt him nod. We were all awake and they didn’t know I was. “Do you love him?” And I felt another nod.

“You have a beautiful face, Cass. And you have his ass.” And I felt both of them smile.

She hopped up and said, “Wake up, bitches. I will set the pace today. Think you girls can keep up?” And she was off to her room.

She came back a minute later in shorts that looked sprayed on and a top that hardly covered her perky tits. Nate and I were still in bed. “You’ll hate each other if you get flabby, so up and at em.”

I was ready to suck him off when she came back. We followed her; I would have rather had Nate in the lead. “That is totally your ass, Dude.”

“I heard that. He can only wish to have an ass like mine. If you can talk we’re going too slow.”

“See what you did?” And Cass added a few more steps.

“Like my ass, do you, Nathan?”

“No. I like your brother’s ass, and yours just resembles his.”

After that, there was no breath left for talking. Cass could run. She did have a fine ass. All of her was fine. She’d turned sixteen a few months ago, if not sexually active, she would be soon. We ran into the backyard and all of us wanted water. Cass took sips as she stretched and Nate and I chugged a gallon watching her.

“We’re taking a shower, Cass.” And we walked to Dad’s room.

Nate was so fuckin hard when he got our clothes off I thought I might need to suck him. I jacked him in the shower and there was still plenty of hot water when I was done; if you get my drift. I remembered my dream before she got here. She was a whore and I fucked both their tight asses. I forced her to suck my cock, rammed it up her ass as Nate watched, and held my cheeks apart so he could drown his cock in my ass. Cass needed to go to Grandma’s.

Nate’s POV

We came back down and Cass was in the kitchen with the smallest bottoms and a half top frying something.

“That is totally your ass, Cam,” I told him again.

Her head turned. “Do I need to put a plugin it, Nathan? You gonna jump me from behind?” She asked over her shoulder.

“Don’t flatter yourself. What are you cookin?”

“What difference does it make? You’re a self-proclaimed goat. You eat anything.”

“Didn’t eat the pizza, did I?” And Cam walked up.

“Stop it, Nate.” And he walked up behind her giving a soft kiss along her neck.

“Smells good.”

“Your favorite; Spam scrambled eggs. Thanks, Camy.”

“SPAM? Isn’t that the shit packed in jelly or something? I’m not eating that. I’d rather eat the pizza between your sheets.” And I crossed my arms.

“Suit yourself. More for us.” He said to me.

He stayed behind her in those fuckin briefs he wears, her in less, he didn’t grind on her but it was weird. “You’re gonna burn it, bitch.”

“I’m not gonna burn it, bigger bitch. Get the cheese.” And he did just that.

Now I have to admit what Cass said was the truth, I’m a goat. The smell was wonderful, sweet, kind of like bacon, but not. I watched Cam sprinkle chest then he got two glasses of milk as Cass folded it in. I walked over and poured another glass for myself.

Cass turned as I got three plates from the cupboard and we smiled at each other. “Ewe. It’s packed in some kind of coagulated jell.” And she winked at me.

“Hope you guys don’t mind? I didn’t pull the roosters out.” And now all of us laughed.

We sat at the bar and I must admit I will eat SPAM again. My mind was swirling thinking about all the things. “Pizza” I yelled out in my epiphany.

“Pizza what?” came from both of them.

“Spamghetti.” Came from my mouth after another bite.

“Spam what?” Came from them.

Another bite. “Spam dipped in Carmel or maple syrup. Yes, chocolate covered spam.” It was good but I was fucking with them like I was going to have an orgasm from spam and eggs.

“What is wrong with your boyfriend, Camron?”

“I think the pig parts are going to his brain. There’s a lot of room in his head.” And I smacked him.

“I don’t want to know what was in that funny shaped can, don’t want to know if you put that gelatinous goop in with the eggs, but this shit is fuckin good.” And I got up being the first one done.

“I want to talk to your boyfriend for a minute, Nathan. You clean up.” She said looking back at me as both of them left their plates on the bar. Bitches.

I took a good look at the kitchen wondering how one person could make such a mess. I kept looking out the window at them talking; wondering about what. If I can say one thing about myself; I’m task-oriented. As I wiped up around the sink I looked out on them again. They were in the fuckin hot tub.

I could still see Cass was in her top and I didn’t see Camron’s underwear anywhere, so I watched him. He saw me, the dimples when he smiles, and his head nodded me over. I climbed in next to him looking at Cass like I did when our faces rested on Cam’s chest this morning.

From your Author.

I really don’t like such short chapters but I like to post on a regular basis. I am one ahead in the three stories I’m writing now and wonder if doing so much takes away from the individual storylines? What I can tell you is things are going to heat up soon in this one and you will never see it cuming.

Again, I’d like to thank the readers and the ones who vote and comment. I, myself, have been blessed with readers who stand by me and my attempt to entertain. It is your comments to me that shapes RJC, as a writer-storyteller. I admit, that what I write has never been a one-off, there could be thousands of words before something sexual cums up.

I write long stories; many chapters and words; can’t always have sex all the time. Some of my chapters have less than two-hundred readers but the rating is 9.9; that must say something. To be a good story or book there needs to be growth, caricature’s, plot, storyline, so the fucking end is worth the time.

I am different from so many because I’m grateful to my readers and comment back to them, respond to appropriate emails, And I’ve made friends. My mates have grown to love me because I share like none-other. They know me. I Have my Authors Notes and use it as a platform to share things about myself and it has been a turn off to some.

This venue has allowed me to address porn addiction, especially in teens. I go after bashing, bullying, how the youth of today are parentafied; meaning, they raise their younger siblings. My disdain for the clown-in-chief has always been front and foremost when it comes to what I write.

I wear a mask when I’m in public, practice distancing, and I do it because I respect those around me; not a political statement. I pack a gun but you would never know; wanna know why? It is about me and my safety; not about sending a message to all those who see it that my dick is really small. I believe in open-carry, you can do what you want for whatever reason you see fit, but don’t do it at a peaceful rally.

I have said before that I called an old black couple, gramma-grandpa. I didn’t see color and never gave it a second thought. What I can say is this; ‘wouldn’t want to be treated because of the color of my skin.’ Wait a minute. I am white! I have been treated differently because of the color of my skin throughout all my years.

I never had the ‘talk,’ and my boys didn’t either; why? Because we’re white. I think sometimes when I look at a black man or woman, would I even consider walking a mile in those shoes? Would they trade me in a minute? The thing is folks; we don’t know, what we don’t know. And that will always be. Just think about and think outside the box. What is the master plan? RJC.