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Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2007 12:10:02 -0400
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ST: The Agency 15 (t/t,shave,no sex) 
 
Copyright of this story is retained by the author and it should not 
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Any form of commercial use is strictly prohibited without the 
express permission of the author. The author can be contacted 
at gym@softhome.net 
 
The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by 
location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended 
by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and 
is not based on any actual events. 
 
 
The Agency: Chapter 15 - Maybe Big Brothers Aren't So Bad
by 
Gymnopedies

"Are you absolutely sure that you're going to be alright?" Richard 
Wallace asked, as he pulled on his coat.

Bryan sighed. "Dad, I'm thirteen; I'm not a little kid."

"I know but..."

"In your father's eyes, you'll always be a little boy," said Anne 
Wallace, interrupting her husband's reply. She bent and kissed Bryan 
on the cheek. "Be good, and no fighting with Robert. Keep the door 
locked, and don't stay up too late." She affectionately patted 
Bryan's cheek, where she had just kissed it, and then turned for the 
door. "Come on Richard, we're going to be late."

"I'm coming." Richard grumbled. He patted Bryan's shoulder as he 
passed, and followed his wife to the front door. "I'll leave my 
mobile turned on, so call me if there are any problems," he called 
back to Bryan.

"I will," Bryan promised. 

"Richard!"

"I'm coming."

"Have a good time," said Bryan. He stood at the door and watched as 
his parents climbed into the car. As the car pulled out of the 
driveway and disappeared up the street, Bryan closed and locked the 
door. They had gone at last. They were attending some dinner or 
social thing connected with Bryan's dad's work, and they would 
probably be out until the early hours of the following morning. 
Bryan didn't mind; he'd been looking forward to them going. Ever 
since returning from the dancing session at the studios, he'd been 
wanting to check the website to see if his nude photoset had 
appeared, but he hadn't wanted to risk looking whilst there was any 
chance that his mother might walk in on him. Now, at last, he had 
the house to himself. Well, almost to himself; Robert was upstairs 
in his room, probably listening to music, but the chances were that 
he would stay up there all evening, or at least until he got hungry.

Bryan booted up the PC and logged onto the website. As he had 
expected, the update was now online, and his own nude set was there. 
Even though he knew exactly what to expect, he still felt a nervous 
tightening in his stomach as he clicked on the link that would take 
him to the set. He wondered how many people had already looked at 
these pictures, and how many were looking at them at this very 
moment, seeing him naked and looking at close-up pictures of his 
penis and balls. What if someone he knew was looking at the 
pictures? That was a road he didn't want to go down, and he quickly 
dismissed the thought. Slowly, taking his time and looking at each 
picture in detail, he began to cycle through the set. By the time he 
reached the pictures that showed him with his dick and balls hanging 
out of the side of his skimpy underwear, he was disturbed to notice 
that his cock was starting to harden. However, he realised that it 
wasn't so much the pictures that were turning him on, as the memory 
of the actual photo shoot. Looking back on it now, stripping and 
posing for the camera had been pretty hot. He continued moving 
through the pictures, absently running his hand over the hard ridge 
that his cock made in his pants. When he reached a picture that 
showed his groin in close-up, he paused and examined it critically. 
Something that Danny had said to him that afternoon came into his 
mind. Danny had said that he should get his pubes shaved, because 
only the younger kids weren't shaved. Looking at this picture now, 
Bryan decided that his sparse curls did make him look like a little 
kid. He knew he didn't have much in the way of pubic hair compared 
to most boys of his age; most of the guys at school had far more, 
and Jon had had a small, but thick, dark bush of it before he'd had 
it shaved off. Maybe Danny was right. If Bryan had his pubes shaved 
off, no one would then know that he hadn't had many to start with. 
But if he did have them shaved off, how should he go about it? He 
could ask Damian to do it, but that would be embarrassing and would 
mean Damian touching him. And what if he got hard? He recalled Jon's 
account of his shaving session and how Damian had jerked him off. 
No, Bryan decided, he couldn't ask Damian. Jack had offered, and 
maybe that wouldn't be so bad, but then he'd probably end up getting 
shaved in front of an audience, since Jon was bound to insist on 
watching, and maybe Toby as well. Then Bryan had an idea. He could 
shave himself. There was stuff in the bathroom upstairs. Why not? It 
was only a matter of rubbing on the foam and then scraping it off 
with the razor. He seen his dad shaving, and there was nothing to 
it. He could do it now, tonight.

Having reached a decision, Bryan turned off the computer and headed 
for the bathroom. He moved softly up the stairs and paused on the 
landing, listening to the sound of music coming from Robert's room. 
That was good, it meant that Robert was occupied. Bryan and his 
brother had been getting on much better over the past couple of 
days, but the thirteen-year-old still felt a little awkward when he 
was around the older boy. Feeling reasonably happy that he wouldn't 
be disturbed, Bryan went into the bathroom, closed the door and slid 
the small bolt.

There was a cabinet on the wall above the sink that contained the 
toiletries for the various members of the family. Bryan slid one of 
the mirrored doors open and looked inside. Both his dad and Robert 
had their own razors, and the boy briefly wondered which would be 
the best for him to use. He picked up his dad's and weighed it in 
his hand. It felt quite heavy. He looked at the business end, 
peering a little apprehensively at the triple blades. Replacing his 
dad's razor, he picked up Robert's. This one wasn't as heavy, and 
for some reason this made it feel less fearsome. Also, Robert's 
razor had a blue grip on the shiny metal handle, which was much 
nicer than the black grip on his dad's. He decided he would use 
Robert's.

Quickly, he pulled off his shoes and socks, then his trousers and 
finally his shorts. Then, naked from the waist down, he filled the 
sink with warm water. He took a can of shaving gel from the 
cupboard, removed the cap and squirted some of the blue gel onto his 
fingertips. He raised his fingers to his nose and sniffed at it. It 
smelled nice. Looking down at himself, he briefly teased the soft 
curly hairs that sprouted around the base of his dick, wondering 
whether he was doing the right the thing, and then, before he could 
change his mind, he applied to the gel to his groin, rubbing it 
around his penis and down across his balls. His T-shirt kept 
dropping down and getting in the way, so, with his clean hand, he 
lifted the front up over his head, tucking it behind his neck. 
Finally ready, he sat on the edge of the bathtub, next to the sink, 
rinsed the razor in the water, took a deep breath, and lightly slid 
the blade across the foam covered area at the base of his dick.

The blade glided smoothly over the boy's groin, clearing away the 
foam as it went and leaving bare, smooth skin beneath. With a 
childish sort of delight, Bryan ran the fingertips of his left hand 
over the part that he had just shaved. It had worked. And it had 
been so easy.

Feeling much more confident, the boy continued with his shaving. He 
was grinning to himself, and realised that he was getting a kind of 
perverse thrill out of what he was doing. Soon the area around his 
penis was done. He ran his fingertips over it, checking for any 
stray hairs that he might have missed. 

Now it was time to tackle his balls. This required much more 
concentration. He held his limp penis out of the way and slid the 
razor across the underside of his sac, which luckily was quite 
tight. Slowly he worked his way across the puckered, ridged surface, 
each stroke starting at the bottom and moving upwards. He made quick 
progress, since there really was nothing to it. Then, a sudden sharp 
prick caused him to jerk the razor away from his balls, gasping. He 
stretched his sac tight, examining the area that he had just shaved 
and a moment later saw a tiny hairline of bright red appear on the 
pink flesh. He felt a moment of panic; he had cut his balls. It was 
only a tiny little nick, hardly more than a few millimetres long, 
but it stung like hell. He took a couple of deep breaths to calm 
himself. It was nothing; hardly even a scratch. Licking his 
fingertip, he rubbed spit into the tiny cut and shuddered, amazed 
that a cut so tiny could sting so much. Good job he was almost done. 
He grabbed a nearby towel and dabbed at the injury; the damned thing 
didn't seem to want to stop bleeding. Still, he could hardly bleed 
to death from a cut less the half a centimetre across. He knew that 
it would stop bleeding eventually. He picked up the razor again, 
ready to finish off, determined that he would be much more careful 
from now on.

Just as the blade touched his skin, he was interrupted by the sound 
of someone trying the bathroom door, causing him to jump in 
surprise.

"Shit!" he cursed, eyeing the razor warily. He could have sliced his 
balls off.

"Bryan, you almost done?" Robert's voice came from the landing. "I 
need the loo."

Bryan sighed softly. "Yeah, I won't be long. Hang on a minute." He'd 
almost done with the shaving anyway. If he'd missed any hairs, he 
could always finish off some other time. Quickly he wiped his groin 
with the towel, removing the final traces of foam, and then gave 
himself a quick examination. He'd done a good job, he decided.

"Bryan?"

"I said hang on minute," the boy called back, annoyed at being 
rushed. He pulled the plug from sink, allowing the water to drain 
away and turned his attention back to the cabinet. He recalled Jon 
telling him something about moisturiser, and how Damian had put some 
on him to stop him getting sore after he had been shaved. The boy's 
eyes scanned the shelves. There was no sign of any moisturiser. 
However, there were a couple of bottles of aftershave, including 
some nice stuff of his dad's that Bryan had always liked the smell 
of. That would probably work just as well as moisturiser and it 
would have the added advantage of making him smell nice. Bryan 
reached for the bottle. He removed the cap and tipped a generous 
amount into the palm of his hand. Then, standing the bottle on the 
side of the sink, he slapped his hand to his groin, happily rubbing 
the aftershave all over his balls and the newly shaved area around 
his dick.

Almost instantly, the thirteen-year-old realised that he had 
probably just made the worst mistake of his life. The first sign 
that something was wrong was the sharp sting as the liquid touched 
the tiny cut on his scrotum. However, this was quickly eclipsed by 
the burning sensation that appeared around his entire groin area. It 
felt like his balls were on fire.

"Arghhh!" The sound hissed out from between Bryan's clenched teeth. 
He grabbed the towel and began to rub his balls with it, trying to 
rub away the aftershave he had just put on. But it did no good at 
all. The burning was getting worse and he didn't know what to do. He 
could feel panic growing as he wondered whether he had done himself 
some permanent damage. The pain was now so bad that he didn't see 
how he could possibly avoid being horribly scarred. Sobbing from 
pain and panic, he turned on the tap and began splashing handfuls of 
cold water onto his balls.

"Bryan, are you OK?" Robert's voice sounded worried.

"Go away," Bryan cried back, his eyes filled with tears. He didn't 
know what to do. The cold water seemed to help a little, but it only 
went a small way towards relieving the fiery agony. He let out a 
long sob.

"Bry, what's the matter?"

"Oh, shit," Bryan sobbed, alternately splashing water onto his balls 
and rubbing them with the towel. What the hell had he done to 
himself?

"Bry! Open the door." Robert was also sounding close to panic. "Open 
the fucking door." 

A moment later there was a loud crack as the door flew open, the 
bolt broken away from the frame. Robert rushed in, his face pale and 
his expression worried. Then he froze, taking in the scene. He 
sniffed the air, glanced at the open bottle of aftershave standing 
on the sink and looked at his crying, near-naked younger brother, 
rubbing at his balls with the towel.

"Oh, shit! Tell me you didn't." There was an amused grin on Robert's 
face.

"It's not fucking funny," Bryan shouted. "It hurts."

"I bet it does," said Robert, his grin turning into a sympathetic 
grimace. He grabbed the boy's shoulder and propelled him towards the 
shower cubicle. "Come on, get in."

Some of his panic easing, now that there was someone there to take 
control, Bryan followed his brother's instruction. Robert unhooked 
the shower head and turned on the water, aiming the spray directly 
at Bryan's groin.

Bryan gave a gasp as the cold water splashed onto his bare skin, a 
sharp contrast to the burning. Immediately, much of the pain eased. 
In front of him, Robert dropped to his knees on the bathroom floor, 
and holding the shower head with one hand, he used the other to wash 
the boy's balls. Bryan was so relieved to be free of the burning, 
that he didn't even think to protest about Robert touching him like 
this.

"What possessed you to do something so stupid?" Robert asked, 
looking up at the boy, his hand still rubbing the cold water onto 
the young teen's penis and balls.

"I didn't know it would burn like that," Bryan replied, wiping the 
tears from his face with palm of his hand. "I was just..." He paused, 
embarrassed about telling his brother about what he had been doing. 
He swallowed his pride and went ahead anyway. "I was just shaving 
off my pubes, and I couldn't find any moisturiser."

"Well you didn't choose a very good alternative," Robert smiled, 
sympathetically. "I thought everybody knew that you don't put 
aftershave on your balls. Is it starting to ease a bit?"

"Yeah, you can stop now," said Bryan, pushing Robert's hand away. 
His eyes momentarily met his brother's, and he found himself 
blushing.

"You have to be sure that you've rinsed it all off. It will probably 
start to burn again when the cold water stops."

"It's not so bad now," said Bryan.

"Good." Robert got to his feet and reached into the shower and 
turned off the water, and then he helped Bryan out of the cubicle. 
"Better take this off; it's all wet." He took hold of Bryan's shirt, 
which was still tucked behind the boy's neck, and helped him take it 
off and then got a clean towel and draped it around his brother's 
shoulders and began to dry him.

"I can manage," said Bryan, pushing Robert's hands away. Now that 
the pain had gone he was feeling intense embarrassment at the 
situation. Robert had caught him shaving his pubes, seen him totally 
naked, and even touched his dick. And on top of this, his older 
brother had seen him cry from the pain, just like a little baby.

"OK," said Robert, with a smile. "Get yourself dried off. I've got 
some moisturising cream in my room. I'll go get it. Even if you 
didn't need it before, you certainly do now after that business with 
the aftershave."

As Robert left the bathroom, Bryan felt a moment of regret. In spite 
of the embarrassment, there had been something nice about Robert 
being there with him and helping him. For the first time that he 
could remember, he had had his big brother taking care of him, and 
he could now understand how Jon felt about Jack. He partly wished 
that he had let Robert continue to dry him off. He towelled himself 
dry and then wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for his 
bedroom. The burning sensation was back, not as bad as before, but 
still uncomfortable, and Bryan hoped that the moisturising cream 
that Robert had gone to fetch would help to relieve it.

Robert followed Bryan into the younger boy's bedroom. He carried a 
tube in his had. He had also stripped off his shirt and trousers and 
now wore just his under-shorts.

"I got a bit wet helping you shower," Robert explained. 

"Is that the cream?" Bryan asked, looking at the tube.

Robert nodded. "Is it still burning?"

"A bit." Bryan shuffled his feet uncomfortably.

"This should help cool it down a bit," said Robert. He handed the 
tube over. "Can you manage?"

"I think so," Bryan smiled. "Thanks."

"OK. I'll leave you to it then." Robert went out, closing the door 
behind him.

As soon as Robert had gone, Bryan discarded the towel and sat down 
on the edge of his bed, his legs open. He quickly removed the top 
from the cream and squeezed some out onto his fingertips. Carefully, 
he began to apply it to his balls. The moisturiser felt nice and 
cool after the intense burning and the young teen spread it on 
liberally, rubbing it into his scrotum and the shaved area around 
his penis.

Now that the discomfort had eased, the attention that Bryan was 
giving to his dick had a rather predictable result; he began to get 
hard. He continued rubbing in the cream until it had disappeared and 
then he put the top back on the tube and laid it aside. He looked 
down at his cock, sticking out solidly from between his legs and 
smiled to himself. At least he hadn't done himself any permanent 
damage; he'd been pretty scared for a while there. He casually 
stroked himself, wondering whether he should go the whole way and 
jerk off. He may as well, he decided. He closed his eyes, his mind 
conjuring up an image of Tina Sutton, a girl from school who he had 
had his eye on for some time. He tried to imagine what she would 
look like naked, and keeping one hand on his dick, he let the other 
roam over his bare torso, pretending that it was her that was 
touching him. He imagined her kneeling in front of him, her head 
moving down towards his groin, her lips around his hard cock. The 
blow job he had received from Danny that afternoon had been amazing, 
but he was sure that getting one from Tina would be even better. And 
then, after she'd sucked his dick, she'd lay out in front of him and 
open her legs, and he'd lower himself down on top of her, push his 
dick inside her and fuck her. 

Cum spurted from Bryan's cock, dribbling down over his clenched 
fingers. He continued to stroke his sensitive shaft for a moment and 
then lay back, exhausted, his cum covered hand held out in front of 
him. Still breathing heavily, he reached for a tissue to wipe 
himself, but at the last moment he hesitated, remembering something 
that Danny had done earlier. Slowly he raised his sticky hand to his 
face and sniffed at his fingers, smelling his cum. It was a strange 
smell; sweet with a faint tang of bleach. Very hesitantly, his 
curiosity getting the better of his feelings of revulsion, he put 
out his tongue and let the tip make the tiniest contact with the cum 
that coated his fingers. It tasted like it smelled, sort of sweet 
and bitter at same time, a bit salty and not at all nice. He pulled 
a face and tried a second lick, just to be sure, and then, feeling 
totally disgusted with himself, he used the tissue to wipe his hand 
clean.

Once he had cleaned himself up, Bryan pulled on a pair of shorts and 
then decided he had better do something about the mess he had left 
in the bathroom. There had been water all over the floor as a result 
of him splashing it onto his balls, and his mother would have a fit 
if she came home and found it in that state.

However, he discovered that bathroom had already been tidied. The 
bathroom floor was dry and Bryan's clothes were in a pile on the 
landing. Robert, still dressed in just his boxers, stood in the 
bathroom doorway, a screwdriver in his hand, trying to fix the bolt.

"Feeling better?" asked the older boy.

"Yeah. You've cleaned up. I was just coming to do it."

"It only took a minute," said Robert. "And I thought I'd better do 
something about this." He indicated the bolt. "I've put some longer 
screws in it, so unless anyone looks closely, they'll never know. I 
didn't think you would want Mum and Dad to know about earlier."

"You're not going to tell them?"

"Not unless you want me to."

Bryan felt a sudden affection for his brother that took him 
completely by surprise. "Thanks," he said, embarrassed by his own 
feelings. "And thanks for helping me earlier."

"No problem," Robert smiled. "Everyone makes mistakes. That one was 
a real classic though." He started to laugh.

"I didn't think it was very funny," said Bryan. Then, in spite of 
himself, his face split into a grin. "Well, not at the time, 
anyway." Bryan lapsed into silence as he watched Robert finish 
tightening the screws on the bolt. 

"There, that should do it. Good as new." Robert flicked the bolt 
across and then back.

"Rob?"

"Yeah?"

"You want to come and look at the website with me? We can look at 
the nude site if you like."

Robert gave his younger brother a long look and then he smiled 
gently. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"OK." Bryan picked up his pile of clothes and took them across to 
his bedroom, and then he waited on the landing for Robert to join 
him before leading the way down the stairs.

The offer to look at the website had been made almost on impulse. 
Bryan felt closer to his brother at this moment than he had for a 
long time, but this was almost entirely down to Robert. The 
thirteen-year-old decided it was time he made some concessions of 
his own. Though he wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of 
sitting next to his gay older brother while they looked at naked 
boys together, Bryan very much wanted their bonding to continue, and 
he felt that it was now up to him to make an effort. The expression 
on Robert's face had shown that the gesture had been well received.

The two boys settled down together in front of the PC, squeezed up 
one against the other, and Bryan logged into the website. As he did 
so, he told Robert his password so that the older boy would now be 
able to log on himself whenever he wanted. 

Up to now, Robert's viewing of the Boys On View websites had been 
limited to quick glances over the shoulders of Bryan and his father. 
This was the first time that he'd been able to browse at leisure, 
and he appeared to be enjoying the experience immensely. 

"Wow! Some of these boys are hot," Robert murmured. "Hell, they're 
all hot."

"They're OK," Bryan agreed, a little embarrassed by his brother's 
reaction, even though it wasn't unexpected.

"Have you met any of these guys?"

"Only Jon and Danny," Bryan replied. "It was Jon's house that I 
stayed at last weekend while Mum and Dad were away."

"Jon looks sweet," Robert smiled, bringing up a nude picture of the 
dark haired thirteen-year-old. 

"He's really shy," Bryan pointed out.

"What, even more shy than you?"

Bryan felt himself redden. He giggled softly. "No, he's shy in a 
different way. He doesn't mind people seeing him with his clothes 
off, but he gets really shy around strangers."

"Oh, I see. And you know this Danny guy as well?" Robert clicked the 
mouse and the screen was filled by an image of Danny, naked, lying 
down on his back. He was propped up on his elbows and his legs were 
spread wide.

"Yeah, I've met him a couple of times," said Bryan, deciding not to 
mention that he'd been with Danny that very afternoon and had 
received his first blow-job from the boy. "Danny's not shy at all."

"He doesn't look it." Robert gazed at the image and sighed. "Why 
can't I meet someone like that?" he asked, softly.

"You could always start modelling," Bryan suggested. "Then you might 
get chance to meet Danny."

Robert laughed. "No thanks. Who's going to want to see me with my 
clothes off? They'd probably pay me to keep them on."

"You'd be OK. You're easily as good looking as some of the boys on 
the site," said Bryan.

"Yeah, sure," laughed Robert. "You'd be about the only one who 
thought so. Besides, the site advertises boys aged eleven to 
eighteen. I'll be eighteen in less then two weeks, so I'll be too 
old. No, modelling is not for me. I wouldn't mind your friend 
Damian's job though. Photographing naked boys all day. Now that is a 
dream job."

"We aren't naked all the time," Bryan pointed out.

"You would be if I were the photographer," Robert grinned. He made a 
couple more clicks and changed the image on the screen, moving 
through the links until he found a full frontal nude of Bryan.

"Urgh! Take that one off," Bryan exclaimed, reaching for the mouse. 
Robert pulled the mouse out of reach and a short scuffle ensued, 
culminating in Bryan turning off the PC screen.

"I'm sorry," said Robert. "I should have taken the picture off when 
you asked. Here." He handed the mouse over. 

Bryan turned the screen back on and quickly removed the picture. "I 
don't like you looking at pictures of me," he said, quietly.

"Because I'm gay?"

Bryan thought about that for a moment. "I suppose that's partly it, 
and the fact that you're my brother. But I don't really like anyone 
looking at my pictures."

"That's a strange attitude for a model."

"Maybe," Bryan shrugged. "The posing and everything is OK, and I 
enjoy it as long as I don't think about who's going to be looking at 
the pictures."

Robert looked thoughtful and then gave a mischievous grin. "Perhaps 
if you spent more time naked around other people you'd get used to 
it. In fact, if you wanted to get naked now, just for the 
experience, I wouldn't mind."

Bryan looked at his brother in shock. "No way. I'm not sitting 
around with nothing on just so that you can look at me."

"Oh well, it was just an idea," Robert forced a sad expression for a 
moment and then smiled. "Seriously though, it's perhaps not such a 
bad idea. You're shy because you aren't used to people seeing you 
with nothing on, so if you did it more often you might stop being 
shy about it."

"It's a silly idea," said Bryan. He closed the web-browser and 
turned off the computer. "Now that you've got the password, you can 
look at the website whenever you want. Just don't look at my 
pictures."

"I won't," Robert promised. "Not when you're around, anyway."

Bryan gave his brother a push which nearly sent him sprawling onto 
the floor. "Pervert," he said, jokingly.

Laughing, Robert walked over to the sofa and sitting down, he picked 
up the TV remote. "You want to watch a movie?"

"What's on?"

"I dunno." Flicking through the channels, Robert stopped when a 
dinosaur appeared on the screen. "There's Jurassic Park."

"I've seen it."

"You could watch it again."

"OK." Bryan took a seat next to his brother.

The boys sat and watched the movie, and in spite of having seen it 
before, Bryan found himself getting into it. He was enjoying 
spending time with Robert, even if all they were doing was watching 
TV. Robert's bare thigh was pressed right up against his own, and 
there was something comforting about the contact. He could feel the 
hairs on Robert's lower leg tickling his own calf, and it was 
pleasant tickle.

As the movie broke for commercials, Robert looked at his brother. 
"There's something I meant to mention. Next time you get the urge to 
shave your balls, let me know."

"I'm not going to let you watch me do it."

"That's not what I meant," said Robert. "Though it's not such a bad 
idea. Ow!" The exclamation came when Bryan's elbow caught him in the 
ribs. "I meant that you should let me know so that I can change the 
blade on the razor; I don't want to use it on my face after it's 
been around your privates."

"Fair point," said Bryan, with a smile. "A new blade would be good. 
After all, I'm not keen on the idea of using it on my balls after 
it's been around your face."

"Why you..." Laughing, Robert threw his arm around his younger 
brother's shoulder and pulled Bryan to him, using his other arm to 
get the boy in a head lock.

"No! I'm sorry," shrieked Bryan, giggling as he fought to free 
himself.

"You'd better be," Robert laughed. He released the headlock, but 
left his arm around Bryan's shoulders. The younger boy didn't offer 
any objections, and so that's how they remained as the commercials 
finished and the movie came back on.




It was approaching 2 a.m. as Richard Wallace drew the car into the 
drive. It had been a long evening and he was glad to be home. He 
noted that the lounge light was still on. "Looks like the boys 
forgot to turn the lights off when they went to bed."

"Hardly surprising," said Anne. "Just as long as they haven't killed 
each other." She climbed out of the car and went to unlock the front 
door. "Sounds like they forgot to turn off the TV as well," she 
noted, wryly as she stepped inside the house.

Richard checked that the car was locked and then followed his wife 
inside. He closed the front door and was in the process of locking 
it when Anne's soft voice called him from the lounge doorway.

"Richard, come and look at this."

Anne's tone had been one of amusement. Puzzled at what she might 
find amusing at this time of the morning, Richard stepped into the 
lounge and stopped short. Slowly a smile spread across his face. On 
the sofa were his two sons. Dressed in just their boxers, they were 
both sound asleep. Robert had his arm around, Bryan, and the younger 
boy's face was resting against his brother's bare chest. They slept, 
oblivious to the sounds of the TV and the two adults who stood 
watching them.

"Isn't that the sweetest thing you've ever seen?" said Anne, with a 
smile.

Richard didn't reply. He put his arm around Anne, pulled her to him 
and kissed her. He had two beautiful sons, and at this moment he 
felt like the luckiest man on Earth.


*****

The story continues in Chapter 17: All Tied Up
 
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