***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this story are real. The events in this story have never happened. This story is based on the twin boy characters from the Spiderwick movie and I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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Brother's Touch - A Spiderwick Chronicle

I knew what was going on before I even walked into our bedroom. I knew that my brother was doing something erotic. As I walked down the hallway, I could hear the distinct 'fap, fap, fap' sound coming from out bedroom. I heard his squirming around on top of creaking bed springs. Jared's speed picked up as he heard my footsteps clomping on the old floor boards. This kind of stuff always excited my brother, and lately, he had been very obvious about being caught jacking off.

I walked into our room like it was any other day. I glanced at Jared's body stretched on his bed, shorts and underwear pulled down and his shirt held up by his chin. When he saw my eyes on him, he arched his back, pushing his dick into the air, rubbing his dick wildly. I couldn't help but be affected by the quick pleading moan that escaped my twin brother's lips as he pushed his hips upward, presenting himself for me to see and touch.

I sat on my bed, staring down at the old floor under my feet. What my brother was doing, was completely hot and I would love to join in the way he wanted, but it was dangerous. He didn't care about who walked in or how much trouble he would get in. 

This all started when we both got caught jacking off on our beds. It was in the middle of the afternoon and we were bored. I laid on my bed reading, while Jared thumbed through a magazine on his bed. He asked if I had brought the porno magazine from our old house. I fished the magazine out of a box and threw it to him. He started looking at the pictures and we started talking about sex. Before I knew it, we were both laid out on our own beds rubbing our dicks like crazy. That's when mom walked in. It was the most horrifying event to have your mother's eyes on you when you're about to cum. I jolted in the bed and rushed to pull my pants back up. Mom turned her eyes away, but was surprised to see that Jared was jacking himself too.

"Guys!" Mom shouted in a disgusted tone, "C'mon! Cut it out!"

Jared didn't stop. Our mom's angry words seemed to make him want to rub faster.

"Jared!" Mom yelled, covering her eyes.

Jared was thrusting his hips and I could tell that he was cumming. I could tell that he was getting that awesome whole body experience and he didn't care who was watching. It's what Jared liked. 

I am not like my brother. I wasn't turned on by being caught. I only felt shame and overwhelming guilt. Even though that event had happened a month ago, I still couldn't look my mom in the eyes.

My dick was getting hard as I listened to my brother's panting and squealing as he pleasured himself. I was getting just turned on enough that I considered just rubbing myself through my shorts. I thought about closing the bedroom door and having a good cum, like my brother. The problem was, the house was old and if you locked a door, you needed a key to get back out. We were stuck in a house where you couldn't lock the doors. This was a problem for me, but no concern of Jared's.

"Simon." My brother pleaded, from his bed. "This feels so good!"

I kept my eyes on the floor, wondering if he was close to cumming or if he was going nuts because some one else could watch him.

I heard footsteps in the hallway and got up to close the door in a hurry. I got it closed all the way right when Mallory was walking by. 

"You're such a little perv Jared!" Our sister said, as she pounded a fist on the door, then walked off to her room.

I was a few feet away from Jared's bed, watching his hand turn into a blur on his dick. He watched me as I stood there. His eyes went to the boner poking at the material of my shorts.

"Please!" Jared gasped, "You don't have to do anything crazy. Just touch me."

I almost turned around and walked out. It was too much to watch. This strange fever that my brother was in, felt like it would grow into something that I might get into trouble for. I didn't want to be in trouble, I just wanted to feel good.

"Touch me Simon!" Jared breathed, "Touch me while I cum." I saw his legs tense up and bend against his abdomen as his rubbing became unsteady and he jolted into the beginning of his orgasm.

My breathing was a little shaky and I glanced quickly at the closed door behind me, then reached over to put a hand on my brother's right leg, which was twitching in the air. I felt his right hand slap onto mine, keeping it in place.

"Simon!" My brother yelped.

I watched him, amazed by the sight up close. I watched his butt hole twitch and I gaped at the muscles at the under side of his dick working hard to pump out sperm that my brother couldn't make yet. I gripped hard onto my brother's leg as I watched his body quiver and react with involuntary spasms that must have felt amazing. I was scared to be so close, but I was turned on, watching Jared do the awesome things that I was too afraid to do. Unlocked doors scared me too much.

"Simon!" Mom yelled from downstairs.

My heart was pounding as I tried to pull my arm away from Jared, who was still staring at me and wouldn't let me go.

"Yeah Mom?" I yelled, trying to pry Jared's fingers loose.

I could see that my brother's orgasm was over, but it didn't matter, he still wanted something more from me. His fingers held my hand, as I tried to get away. He was moving my hand to his crotch. I knew he wanted me to touch him on his throbbing little dick, but I was so terrified.

"Did you get a chance to move those flower pots?" Mom asked. She was close. I could tell she was standing at the landing of the stairs.

"I'll move them in a minute." I called out to her.

"Don't take all day." mom yelled, "This is the last time I'll say it."

"Okay." I answered, pulling my hand away from Jared. I went to sit on my bed where I waited for my hard on to die down.

"You have to be careful." I said across the room. "You could really piss off mom." 

I could hear the rustling of material while Jared pulled his shorts back up. His zipper came up quickly and his feet padded the floor as he approached my bed.

Jared sat on the bed next to me, and handed me a book. I recognized the title right away. It was The Time Traveler's Wife, which was a book that we had both read when we had run out of new stuff on our shelves. I looked at my brother and waited silently for an explanation.

"The guy in that story." Jared said, "When he's fifteen, he travels back in time, one month and has sex with himself."

I stared at my brother's waiting eyes, "Yeah, so." But Jared didn't reply, he only watched me.

I shook my head saying, "We're not the same person."

"Yes we are." Jared replied, "We have the same exact body. Our faces and hair are the same. Everything is identical." He paused, glancing at my crotch. "Our dicks are the same."

I don't know why but I sort of shied away from his statement. There had always been the creeping horror in the back of my mind about how similar I was to some one else. I was sure that Jared felt the same eagerness for separation from the constant comparisons, but we never said anything about it. It was true that out bodies, imperfections and all, were exact. It was like always looking in a mirror that showed you the physical things that made you cringe. 

"So." I said, "We're still different people."

Jared leaned in closer, looking at me with excited eyes. "But think of the possibilities. Think of what we could do for each other."

I didn't answer my brother. I kept silent as my eyes were on him, understanding what he meant. My dick was moving on its own again as I took it all in.

Jared nodded at the book in my hand, saying, "We could be like them. We wouldn't have to worry about feeling awkward about what we look like." He swallowed a quick gulp, then whispered, "We have each others body."

I felt a nervous shiver begin in my stomach as I watched Jared set his hand on my leg. His eyes met mine, showing me an asking glance. I moved my hands clear out of the way, giving my brother permission. My breathing became unstable as I felt Jared's finger trace up my leg and under my shorts. I examined my brother's excited eyes as he touched me and I did what he said, I imagined the possibilities of sharing sex with my twin.

A quick and disturbing thought hit me and I slapped a hand on Jared's hand. I stopped him, looking into his questioning eyes. "I don't want to get into trouble with mom." 

Jared was breathing hard, inches from my face. His hand squeezed against my leg and he was silent for a few seconds as he thought about what I said. 
"Okay." Jared breathed, he was caressing my inner thigh with his trapped hand. "What if I we only did things when mom wouldn't find us?"

I searched Jared's eyes to be sure that he was being serious. All I could tell from my brother's expression is that he was desperate to keep his hands exploring my body. I had no idea if he was honest about his proposal, but it felt like what he desired would be worth more than getting caught. 

I swallowed some of my saliva, and at the same time I tried to move spit around to put the moisture back in my mouth. "Better be serious." I said.

Jared nodded his head quickly. "Of course!" He answered.

I lifted my hand off of his and then spread my legs to widen the opening between my shorts and my thigh. His hand trembled against me as he slowly caressed his fingers closer and closer to my underwear. He was still looking into my eyes as he teased up my leg.

"We can do anything." Jared whispered close to me, "I can do anything to you," His speech was uneven and broken, "and you can do anything to me." He was rubbing himself with one hand and teasing the skin of my ball sack with the other hand.

I sat up straight when I heard footsteps in the hallway. Jared didn't take his hand off of my crotch right away. He stared into my eyes and rubbed himself a few more times, then stopped. He pulled his hand off of me and took his other hand out of his shorts. He quickly brought his legs up onto my bed, so that he was sitting Indian style, I suppose to hide his boner. I sat the same way as my eyes watched Jared try to act normal. He was calming his breathing and awkwardly placing his hands at his sides.

He did it. Jared did as he promised and stopped pleasuring himself even while he might have been caught. I could see the intense look of disappointment on his face. I could feel the tense energy as he worked extra hard to keep from touching himself.

The footsteps in the hall got closer and we both knew it was mom, by the sound of her heals. The bedroom door opened without her knocking, I hated that she never knocked. She had a frustrated look on her face as she looked right at me, then she paused and her expression changed to one of caution.

"What are you two doing?" She asked.

I held the book up so she could see it, "We're talking about books." I knew full well that both Jared and I didn't look like were just talking about books, and I could see that in my mom's eyes as well.

Mom's eyes looked at the book in my hand, then to Jared, then back at me again. "Get started on the flower pots please." She said, looking us over a again. After a few moments, Mom finally walked back down the stairs.

I looked at Jared and before he could start anything again, I said, "I'm gonna do what she says so she won't freak out on me." I got up, feeling that my boner was almost completely gone. Jared followed behind me. I glanced back at him to see that he had his hands in his pockets, poking them out a bit, to hide the erection.

The chore that mom had asked me to do, was nothing small. There some old flower pots against the side of the house that were supposed to be cleaned out and moved, to make a space for firewood. However, there were more than a few pots. Their number totaled around forty-six, all in various size and color. These flower vessels were all stacked on top of each other, towering all the way up to my head. The old pottery was filled with dirt that had dried out over the decades and needed to be emptied and tapped out or washed to be used again during the spring.  

The task would have taken me an entire afternoon, but it seemed to be going a lot faster since Jared decided to help me. I was very surprised that my brother had chosen manual labor over staying in our room to jack off again. I wondered what he was up to and hoped that he just wanted time with me instead of trying to hurry things up so we could get sexual again. I liked it when he was touching me, but I also liked doing something that we couldn't get in trouble for.

We tackled the stacks of pottery by each of us taking one side. I started on the left side, while Jared worked from the right side. Every pot that was picked up, was tapped on the ground and had it's old dirt dumped out. One pot that was picked up by Jared, sounded like it had a loose piece of metal inside. Jared turned the pot over and we both looked close at a very small brass key that fell out. It was a skeleton key couldn't have been any bigger than a half dollar. At the handle of the tiny object was an inset piece of jagged quartz. Jared took the key into his hands and blew off the dust, so that we could get a better look at it.

"What do you think it goes to?" I asked, trying to place the size of the key to any of the old locks around the house. "Holy crap!" I yelped, looking closer at the little key, "Do you think it will lock the bedroom door?"

Jared's eyes widened as he looked at the key, but his excitement quickly died. "This looks too small for one of the locks on the house doors." Jared said, frowning at the key.

"Dang!" I huffed.

Jared shook his head and put the key in his back pocket. He took the next pot and began tapping the dirt out of it, making a little pile on the ground. He tapped one last time, then looked at me, asking, "That would do it for you huh? If you could lock the door, would you do anything, any time?"

I ran my hand flat against the inside of a new pot that was empty, cleaning out anything stuck on the inner walls.  "Maybe." I answered, keeping my voice quiet. "But we could still get in trouble. Mom would figure it out." I set the pot down, and clapped my hand on my shorts to remove the dirt and then I stopped to look at my brother, "I don't know how you can get caught without getting all freaked out."

Jared shrugged, saying, "I just think its hot, that I could be feeling so good and anyone could watch me and touch me, if they wanted."

I felt my mouth form into a frown, "Even Mom and Mallory?" I asked.

"Sure." Jared replied. His answer to my question was said as a matter of simple fact. It didn't phase Jared that we were talking about our mother and sister.

I shook my head, trying to fathom the idea of being touched so intimately by a relative. I moved more pots as I contemplated the idea and I found that it wasn't such a repulsive thought. The only part that seemed to make me cringe inside, is getting yelled at or told that I was doing something wrong. I was a bit shocked as I found the image of my mom jacking my dick, slightly erotic. This wasn't the hottest thing that I had ever thought of, but it was something new to think of and experiment with in my head. Before today, I had never even thought about doing anything sexual with my brother, but now we were trying to figure out when we could touch each other so, why not think about other family?

"Whoa," Jared said as he moved a larger flower pot aside. "Look!" He exclaimed.

Behind the pot that Jared had moved away, was a small arched, wooden door that was set into the side of the house. The door looked like it had been painted the same color as the rest of the house and it couldn't have been taller than my own waist. There was a little round door knob set set against a worn brass panel with a tiny hole for a key.

I reached out and tried to turn the small knob, but of course it was locked. I looked at the size of the door and knew that it wasn't made for humans, but a smaller creature in the hidden world of creatures that we had recently discovered.

"Did Thimbletack ever mention a door out here?" I asked, pushing hard against the door.

Jared shook his head, moving more of the flower pots from against the house. "This door looks too big to be his." 

We saw the miniature, circular window when Jared moved the last stack of pottery away from the house. We both moved our faces in closer to look through the small odd shaped window panes. The door and window looked like they had been unused for a while because they were caked with dust and cobwebs and the paint had faded and was peeling. 

I wiped the surface of the little window with my shirt as best I could, then put my face close to look through. There was a good amount of dust caked on the inside as well, but I thought I could make out a glimpse of small shelves against a near inner wall.

"Anything in there?" Jared asked.

"I think there's some furniture," I replied, "But it's made for a small person."

I watched my brother pick up one of the larger, empty pots and then look at the door. He had that determined look in his eyes again, like when he found the hidden room months ago.

"You're gonna bust through the door?" I asked.

Jared shrugged, saying, "It's locked." He hefted the pot up a bit, getting ready to ram the little door.

"Wait!" I yelped, "Try that key!"

"Oh yeah!" Jared said, with wide eyes. He put down the large pot and fished the key out of his pocket. It fit into the hole without any problem. Jared smiled at me as he turned the key, hearing the unlocking click in the door. We were both breathing a little different now, knowing that we were heading into another amazing discovery of the old house.

It took a couple of good shoves from Jared's shoulder to get the door unstuck and open. He fell forward into the room and I had to wait for him to make room so that I could even get my head in the doorway. The room was small enough that I couldn't stand inside. I could only kneel next to my brother as we took in the shelf covered walls that were packed with the tiniest glass bottles I had ever seen. In the center of the room was a tiny set of table and chairs and toward the back of the room was a small painting that showed a depiction of our house when it looked newer.  

I took one of the small bottles into my hand, blowing it off to read a dust covered label. I immediately sneezed in the dust cloud that was kicked up. I jolted against Jared when I sneezed and felt his hand lay gently on my arm. I know that my brother was touching me as a way to subconsciously steady me, but it was nice and also strange how his touch meant something different now.

I wiped the label clean with my thumb and squinted to read the small hand written print. The label read, "For under water". There was another bottle that I cleaned off that read, "Portable Darkness" and the one that really got me thinking was labeled, "Invisibility".

"Do you think these are real magic potions?" I asked my brother.

Jared was bent a little and squinting at something on the floor by the table. He picked up a long skinny wooden box that was the length of his forearm and set it on the table. I heard the sound of a metal latch and then watched Jared open the long lid of the box. The inside of the case was lined with felt and cut exactly to fit the brass rod that laid inside. All along the side of the rod were hinged metal loops and latches that swung loose as Jared lifted the object out of the box. I held out my hand to ask if I could examine it. When I brought the object closer, I realized that the shape of a couple of the latches fit the size of the bottle in my hand. I laid the glass container against the brass cup on the rod, fixed a metal loop around the neck of the small bottle, then pulled a lever that tightened the grip on glass shape. It couldn't have been more clear that the bottles were somehow meant  for the metal rod.

Jared laughed and nodded in agreement as he watched me fix the bottle in its place. "Do you think its a weapon?" He asked.

I shrugged in response and searched the rod for a trigger, but all I found was another rod that telescoped out of the length of the pole. There was a pretty wide metal ball at the end of the telescoping rod and as I held it, it felt like the old insect repellant syringes that I saw in old movies. I pushed against the telescoping rod and felt clicks and clanks on the inside of the object. There was another part of the rod that looked like there were gold colored sparks sparkling out of it. The rod wasn't doing what it was supposed to do because there appeared to be another part that was missing.

"Look at this." Jared said. I saw that he had picked up a rather small book that had diagrams and scribblings in it. He showed me a page that had a drawing of the rod that I was holding. The drawing showed that I had put the glass bottle in the correct spot and that there was some other type of metal canister that would fit into the spot where the gold sparks were coming from.

"It says we still need," I squinted to read the small text, "a Holley Cartridge." I said, looking at my brother, who was moving some things around where he had found the long box. I heard him fumble with a small wooden box as he picked it up and opened it to reveal five of the canisters that were needed. 

I fished out one of the canisters from the box and began to place it in the metal holster on the rod, but I paused, asking, "Do you think that this could really make some one invisible?"
"I don't know." Jared said. "One way to find out though." He tried to back up against the wall as much as possible, cringing slightly and closing his eyes.

I instinctively aimed the rod at my brother, but stopped to think about what I was about to do. My eyes ran the length of the metal pole in my hand and I thought through what would happen when I pushed the telescoping trigger. It didn't look like the device could really do anything too dangerous when its only ammunition was a bottle of muddy liquid.

"Do it!" Jared demanded, closing his eyes tighter.

I aimed the tip of the rod at the middle of my brother's chest, squinted my own eyes and quickly pushed  against the long trigger. I heard the clicks and clanks again and this time, a fast rush of gold sparks flew toward Jared. There was a loud pop and a flash of light that blinded me for a second. I blinked my eyes a few times, trying to gain my clear vision again.

"Are you okay?" I asked, but I saw that my brother was gone. My last vision was of Jared's cringing body and now there was nothing but the wall. I felt my blood racing and my mouth became dry at once.  I quickly moved into the space where Jared had been and felt a hand push me away, followed by a grunt.

"I'm okay." I heard Jared say.

"Shit!" I blurted out, feeling the shape of my brother's arms but seeing nothing. "It worked."

"Yeah," Jared said, "It's strange, I can't see myself."

I moved my hands around in front of me, prodding at the air but also touching Jared's chest. It was a strange sensation that I had never felt before. I felt and heard Jared laugh against my touch.

"That tickles!" He laughed, trying to grab my hands.

I liked the new sensation of touching parts of my brother and having to figure out where I was touching. I had a rough estimate of where my hands were landing, but I wasn't always right because he seemed to be shying away from my pokes. After all the hell we went through with discovering this world of magic, it was nice to have fun with it. I continued to prod at Jared, but only to keep him laughing.

"Jared?" Mom yelled from outside our small room. She wasn't close, but somewhere in the yard. I breathed in a quick panicked breath and tried to meet Jared's invisible eyes.

"Don't tell Mom!" Jared insisted, "She'll freak!"

I scooted out of the little door, lightly hitting my head on the small door frame. I saw mom approaching and looking curiously at the tiny door that I had come out of.

"What did you find?" She asked.

I shrugged saying, "Looks like a kid's play area or something."

"Oh." She breathed, trying to peek in past me.

"I'm almost done here." I said. I was relieved to see my mom's eyes wander away from the little doorway and to the stacks of pots that had been emptied.

"You've been working hard." She smiled, approvingly. She picked up one of the smaller, green glazed pots and asked, "Have you seen your brother? I thought he was out here helping you."

I took in a deep breath, trying to think of a good reply. Finally, I relied on the all-purpose shoulder shrug. 

Mom nodded, keeping the small glazed pot in her hands. "If you see him, tell him he still has to paint the shed door for me today."

I nodded in return and acted like I was moving some of the pottery. I waited until I saw that mom was all the way out of ear shot and stuck my head back in through the doorway. "Way to go dork!" I said, "She's looking for you!"

"I know!" Jared said.

I jumped at how close my brother was, then backed up a bit to give him room. "Does it say how long the invisibility stuff will last?" I asked.

"Yeah." He replied.

"How long?" I asked, when he didn't respond right away.

It took a few seconds, but he finally said, "That book says eight hours."

"What?" I yelped. I could hear him stagger back a bit at my volume.

"You gotta do something for me." I heard him say. He was speaking in a voice that made him sound small and I could pick up on a shakiness in him. His voice came closer and he was whispering, "And I'll do something for you."

"What is it?" I asked, hesitant to hear it.

"You gotta let Mom see you go inside the house. Then go up to our room and get some of my clothes and come back outside." He got a little closer and I felt his hands on my hair, moving it around. "You gotta move your hair so that it looks like mine. And when you put my clothes on, you'll look like me."

"Why?" I asked.

"That way Mom will think she has seen both of us." He said, "You're gonna have to paint the door for me though."

"What?" I asked, "No way! That's your chore!"

I felt my brother's hand fumble around to find my arm. He squeezed my forearm lightly, saying, "I told you that I would do something for you too." His hand felt its way from my arm to my stomach and I shook a little. I breathed in deep as I felt his invisible hand go lower on me. He stopped just above my dick, and I felt myself getting hard. He continued to talk quietly into my ear, "When you're done painting the door, go up to our room. Leave my clothes on and pretend to be me. Lay on my bed and wait for me."

My breathing was becoming shaky as I replied, "But we should wait till tonight when everyone's asleep. So we don't get caught."

"Listen to me." He breathed against my cheek. "No one can see me. If anyone walks in, they wont see you. Anyone would think you're me, naked and hard. They've caught me before, this time would be no different. You can see what its like to have some one catch you and I'll take all the heat for it." His lips mumbled against my cheek while talking through a kiss on my skin. I don't know what my brother said in that last part, but I nodded 'yes' to whatever it was.

I was disappointed to hear my brother's feet scramble to get up, then walk away on the dirt ground. I could still feel his moisture on my cheek and I patted it with my hand, trying not to smear it. I breathed in deep, then got up to hurry with the finishing touches on the pots as quick as possible. I closed and locked the tiny door when the side of the house was clear and ready for firewood.

I did as Jared asked, going up to our room and digging through his clothes. I put a bundle of his clothes in a wrapped up blanket and trotted downstairs, making sure mom saw me. "I'm going for a little hike." I told her, then I was off.

Behind the shed that I was supposed to paint, I undressed quickly, pulling out different pieces of my brother's clothing. I got to his white briefs with red trim that I had made fun of him for because they looked like little kid's underwear. I held the pair close to my face, seeing them differently now. I gave my brother's undies a quick sniff, then dropped my own white briefs to put on Jared's 'kiddie undies'. I examined my small bulge poking out of the front of the briefs, wondering if I would ever get rid of my boner.

When I was finished dressing myself to look like Jared, I used a comb, to pull my hair down so it would appear to be less brushed and messy. It was going to have to do. I took a deep breath and walked up to the house, wondering if mom would even fall for it. I was freaking myself out because I could swear that I heard somewhere that mothers could always tell their twins apart.

I stepped into the kitchen, seeing her set a laundry basket on the table. She was folding clothes and setting them out in rows. I stood there waiting until I finally heard her speak.

"There you are." She said, smiling. "I thought you were helping Simon."

I know my eyes were opened wide, but I couldn't help it. I shook my head, keeping my eyes on her, thinking that she would see through my disguise for sure.

"Ok," continued, "Don't forget about painting the shed door like you promised."

"Yup!" I said, quickly, then went back outside. I could feel my stomach shaking as I walked further away from the house. I was amazed that she had fallen for it.

I kept fumbling the paint bucket and brush as I painted the door a strange shade of orange. I hurried through it and wondered if it needed a second coat. I decided to leave the door as it was since that's what Jared would do anyway.

I put the paint and brush back inside of the shed, as quickly as possible. I had given up trying to be precise with anything because my hands were shaking. I knew what was coming. I knew that I was going to get to fool around with Jared and would keep going even if some one walked in on me.

Mom gave a quick thanks over her shoulder when I walked past her in the kitchen again. I raced up the stairs, feeling my pulse pick up as I entered the room. I sat on Jared's bed and looked around, wondering if he was with me, watching. The door was closed so I knew that I would hear him if he opened the door. I laid back on his bed, playing with the player numbers on his football jersey that I was wearing. I was growing impatient as I waited until I heard quiet footsteps on the floor beside the bed.

I sucked in a quick breath saying, "Jared?" I leaned forward on the bed squinting into nothing, trying to see his figure. I started as I felt his hand cup my cheek.

"Why are you so nervous?" He whispered. His hand guided me to sitting on his bed with my back to the headboard. "Lay back and relax," He said, "You're mine right now."

His hand left my cheek and I tensed in anticipation of where the next touch would land. My breathing was shaky again. I was nervous to go this far with him and I was scared that it was still light outside and I could hear mom and Mallory in the house.

"We can do anything." I heard his whisper, and my eyes jumped to the direction, which was just in front of me.

I felt a tugging on the canvas military belt buckle that I had picked out from Jared's top drawer. I reached up to hold his hand and maybe help him, but he brushed my hand away saying, "Let me do it. Sit back and let me make you naked."

I couldn't help but glance nervously at the door to our room, wondering if the moment would come where mom or Mallory would walk in.

"Stop it." Jared whispered, "You're not Simon right now. You're me, and I love getting caught."

His words didn't really help, but I couldn't take my eyes off of the buckle that looked like it was opening itself. My pulse raced and I breathed differently as I saw the canvas length, thread itself loose. I twitched as I heard the clank of the buckle hit against my leg.

My eyes still searched for Jared's unseen hand as I watched the jersey pull up to my nipples, exposing my stomach. I wondered if Jared was naked or clothed as his invisible fingers pulled the button of the khaki shorts free, exposing more of my abdomen. The pull tag of the zipper slowly tugged its way toward my legs and I felt a thrill as my hard dick almost helped the process by popping upward, making a tent out of Jared's kid briefs.

"I love these." I heard Jared whisper. 

My dick twitched as I saw my hard-on slant as an indentation ran along the length of my shaft. The sensation ended quickly, snapping my erection back to attention.

I felt my foot elevate off of the bed, pointing my right leg at an upward angle. I could feel a gripping pressure and see the squeezing of my left shoe, tugging inch by inch. I saw the shoe come off and fly across the floor. The same thing happened with the other shoe, and then I felt soft knuckles massage into the arch of my feet. I squirmed and laughed a little, fighting against the tickling sensation. 

The tickling stopped and I saw my left sock pull slowly off of my foot. When the white sock was all the way off, I could feel a sniffing, warm breath run along the under side of my foot. I felt the radiated heat of skin against my foot as invisible kisses were breathed against me. I never knew that some one touching me there could feel so amazing. 

When both of my socks were off, I stared at both bare feet in the air.  I began rubbing my right hand against my hard-on, gyrating my hips as I left damp breath dabbing along my calves. My breathing was shaky and excited as I watched my legs spread apart more and more as the unseen kisses made quick indentations against me. I could barely hear a voice that matched my own, whispering things that were slightly muffled by the skin of my inner thigh. I didn't know what the words were, but I knew it was sensual and it was for me. 

I felt my legs drop and bounce onto the bed but I kept them bent at the knees. I opened my legs wider and wider, feeling the wet, sucking dabs reach where the bottom of the shorts covered my leg. The  invisible lips kissed a little further up against my thigh and then stopped.

I rubbed my hard dick through the undies faster as I waited and searched the air around me wondering where the next sensation would come from. I barely felt the pressure on the mattress as I felt invisible hands move under me until they were gripping and squeezing my butt cheeks against the material of the shorts.

I mashed my dick harder with my fingers, messing the material of my brothers little kid briefs. That's when I felt the hot and damp breath close to my fingers. I slowed my jacking to a stop when I felt the wetness against my index finger. I saw the saliva spread on my finger as unseen lips lightly wrapped around the top of my index and middle fingers. I sucked in a quick breath, watching the skin of my fingers move with the hot spit. The feeling was slow and sensual against me and I enjoyed it, pushing my fingers toward the warmth and the damp.

The sensation on my fingers stopped and I could feel the gripping under me, kneading at my butt. I lifted my waist slightly when I saw the material of the shorts bunching and moving downward and toward my feet.

I rubbed the material of the kid briefs faster as I watched the khaki shorts seem to take themselves off and jump onto the floor of our room. I moved my legs in and out while I rubbed and felt my brother's weight on the bed. I watched the indents of his unseen hands and knees as he crawled over me. He stopped but I knew he was right over me. 

The breathing against my stomach continued to move further down until the breathing was uneven and lingered around my belly button. I stared at my abdomen, waiting and wondering what was next. I heard and felt a long sniffing breath that was right at the opening of my innie of a belly button. My hands gripped at the blanked when I saw my belly button push its way further into my stomach. I saw the spit and felt the wet probe poking into me. This was something that I had never felt before and never thought that it could make my hard-on stiffen even more. I watched the indent of my belly button move and stretch by itself and I pushed my stomach up, hoping that it wouldn't stop. The wet and textured probe worked into the hole of my abdomen a bit longer.

I saw wet dabs of saliva trail upward, pressing and dipping against me. The material of the jersey that I had on, pushed and bunched itself further up my chest. I could see the skin around my right nipple getting wetter. My nipple looked like it was pulling itself further into my chest and I let out an audible moan. I watched the skin of my right nipple pinch together and protrude outward, almost to a point. He was sucking hard on my nipple, like a baby feeding. I could hear and feel the force of my brother's unseen suckles as he fed on me.

The texture of Jared's tongue against my nipple was jolting, but I tried to hold him there as well. I ventured my hands a bit more to touch his shoulders and that's when I learned that he wasn't wearing a shirt. I caressed my hands on his naked and unseen skin as he suckled at my nipple like a little baby. I let out a quiet moan and wondered why I hadn't let Jared do this earlier.

The suckling stopped and I felt the material of the jersey moving in front of my face until it was all the way up and over my head. My arms raised up and let the jersey come away and fling onto the floor.

Jared lifted off of me and I reached out to guide him back for more, but he pushed me away. I felt his weight scoot down on the bed. There was breathing near my hard crotch again and I felt my dick pulsate at the anticipation that something amazing was going to happen. I felt his breath closer, heating up the material of the briefs. The hot breath moved lower to the leg opening where my ball sack was barely exposed. I saw the red trim of the briefs move to the side a little, seeing the skin of my ball sack. I spread my legs and let out an uncontrolled whimper as the material moved aside more, showing more skin. My balls were tight and pulled into me, but suddenly the skin was being moved around and stretched. I humped my hips into the air, wanting my balls to go closer to the warm spit that was moving my balls around.

I let out what sounded like an angry grunt as I thrust my hips harder upward, but the suckling against my balls stopped.

I saw a tugging at the red waist band of the briefs and felt the hot breath by the waist band. The briefs looked like they were lowering themselves and I could feel dabs of wet hot kisses with every new inch of exposed skin. My dick popped free of the waist band and that's when I saw my dick move from erect at a forty five degree angle to mashed against my stomach, over and over. I heard him letting out small muffled cries and moans as he kissed against me. It sounded like some one eating, who hadn't eaten in a long time. I let my brother eat and kiss at me. Every time he touched at my sensitive dick, I felt a jolt of pleasure and I didn't want it to stop.

"Feels so good!" I whimpered through gritted teeth.

The damp warmth from my brother's invisible kisses, slowed and got bigger and enveloped me into his mouth. I know I must have looked stunned as I watched the skin on my dick become wet and snake upwards into the air. I gasped as I watched the skin of my dick slink upward and gather at the tip then release and loosen to its original shape. This happened over and over again. It was when I felt the hood of my skin covered dick, pull down, that I lost it. I looked down and saw the skin of my uncut dick, pulling down, exposing the deep red of the head. I gripped the covers on Jared's be tighter and humped my dick upward repeatedly, seeing the skin of my dick mashing and stretching as I humped. I had never felt anything like it before. It was new and amazing and I never wanted it to stop.

I humped and bounced on the bed, feeling my pelvis hitting my brother's face. I felt the warm and numb electric feeling taking over my abdomen. I couldn't hump fast enough and I couldn't moan loud enough.

I let out a cry that sounded like pain, as I tensed my pelvis against my brother's unseen face. I was cumming hard and I was smashing Jared's head against me. I know it must have hurt him but it felt so good. I felt my dick start to pump cum into his mouth. I watched my hard-on pulse as the surrounding skin was worked up and down at a fast pace. Jared would probably only get a couple of squirts but its what I had to give.

I mashed and rotated my dick inside Jared's mouth, feeling the pumping still going. I softly ran my fingers through his hair that was made to look like mine. My abdomen involuntarily hunched against Jared's sucking mouth. I calmed down a bit, laying back against the bed. A loud sigh escaped me and I said, without hesitation, "I love you brother."

I felt Jared's mouth kiss and suckle at my ball sack a few more times, then he said, "I love you too."

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