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Date: Fri, 9 Aug 2024 21:58:47 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Holy Shit My Brother Is Hot, Chapter 8

AHOY PEEPS!!

SORRY that this chapter took so long to get out but I desperately wanted to
get writing two stories that I had in mind for the Highschool as well as
the Adult Youth sections first, before focussing again on "My Brother Is
Hot"

Once again, THANK YOU for over 40 emails of love, feedback and immense
support!

And finally...VAN GETS A SEX SCENE!!

Only TWO chapters to go until the end! MY NERVES!

Enjoy the eighth chapter!
Ryan xx




HOLY SHIT, MY BROTHER IS HOT!
CHAPTER EIGHT



Lucas finally looked at me...with those beautiful blue eyes, that only a
few months ago, was so full of happiness and so full of joy, and so full of
love for me, that it would have made a grown man cry. Now it was just full
of sadness and without any hope in this world.

WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?

"Jack...if I tell you, you're gonna walk out of here and never come
back..." he whispered, his beautiful boyish voice shaking what fear.

I took his face in both of my hands...very much like Van did earlier...

OH GOD...if Lucas ever found out about that...

Now was so not the time.


"Lucas Nathan Holt...nothing you can ever say will make me EVER hate you,"
I replied.


Lucas swallowed and buried his face in the crook of my neck.


"Not even if I told you, that Dad didn't just fall off that windmill...


...but that he fell because I pushed him?" he whispered in my ear.

You would think that after everything that had happened these last few
months, between being happily married, sitting in a coffee shop one Sunday
morning, peacefully having breakfast with my husband Craig...receiving that
devastating phone call from my mother, telling me that I better get my ASS
back to the ranch, from where I was literally banished from eight years
before, learning that my father had indeed passed away from a nasty knock
to the head, where he had fallen off our windmill, to where I had met my
kid brother I last saw when he was a mere seven years old...realised that
OMG...he was such a hunk right now...

...but NO...it wouldn't stop there, right?

No, I had to fucking go and fall heads over heels in love with the boy!

I had fallen so hard, that sometimes it felt as if I would never be able to
get up. I fell so hard and so deep that I actually asked my husband Craig
for a divorce, because I no longer loved him the way I loved Lucas.

And through all the trials and tribulations we have faced, from him losing
his virginity inside my brotherly hole, to the fact that he had gotten
himself a girlfriend to avoid people finding out he was gay, to where we
both realised we felt the EXACT same way about the other.

Our middle brother Van, knew. My younger sister Natasha, knew.

They knew about US.

Van was fine with it, because he too...by some miracle, knew how it felt to
have feelings for one of your siblings...as he had secretly harvested those
for ME...all those years ago when he had grown up together as teenagers.

Natasha...was still on a knife edge with me. She couldn't understand for
the life of her how and why two brothers could share such amazing sense of
love and commitment, that it nearly killed them in trying to hide it.

But through ALL of this...something had become clear...and that was the
fact that Lucas was hiding a deep, dark secret. And oh boy...I would have
never guessed this one.

He...he killed our dad?

He pushed him off that windmill, when he had told everyone he had only SEEN
Butch Holt fall from that damn thing in the first place?

I caressed his hair and kissed the clean blond strands, before I gently
removed his face from the crook of my neck.

"I don't believe you," I whispered, my voice as raw as potatoes inside of
soil.

Lucas blinked once, and more tears were streaming from his eyes.

"I knew it...I knew you wouldn't believe me...but Jack, why do you think I
have been a nervous fucking wreck these last few weeks? You have any idea,
you have any fucking clue how hard it is, to hear all these people say..."
Oh Butch would have been so PROUD to see his youngest boy become sixteen
years of age...oh such a pity that he never saw Lucas's sixteenth
birthday...OH what a good DAD he was to his kids! IT'S ALL LIES!"

Lucas stood up and buried his face inside both the palms of his hands,
looking away from me, before he shook his head and cleared his throat.

"No one knew...I swear to God, no one out there knew what a fucking BASTARD
he really was, because we were never allowed to actually SAY anything! But
you know what, Jack...?"

Lucas turned around, and it BROKE me in seeing his handsome youthful face
as saddened and as grief-stricken as it was.

"That morning...I finally did it...I finally fucking STOOD UP to him! I
told him that I was...because I just couldn't fake it any more..." he
whispered, as his eyes suddenly appeared to gloss over, as if he was seeing
something in his mind's eye, that only he himself actually
could...something that he relieved as he was trying to continue his
horrible confession.

I walked slowly over towards him, and held him tight in my arms.

"Tell me, Lukey. Tell me what happened," I murmured.

**

FIVE MONTHS PRIOR

"Dad, I'm telling you, you cannot sell the farm! Things might be crap right
now, financially, but that is no reason to wanna SELL!"

Butch Holt angrily wiped the sweat from his brow and lifted his index
finger and pointed it as his second-oldest son in complete and utter
disagreement.

"You see, Van, that's where you're wrong! I can sell all these acres of
land if I can just get a BUYER for it! That so-called COVID crap fucking
DESTROYED us and for what? No one even remembers ever wearing a mask these
days! Meanwhile the businesses out there are all bankrupt! My boy, I ain't
tell you again! You will get a list of all the maintenance that still needs
to be done and we will take care of it, BEFORE I put this place in the
market!"

"But Dad..."

"BUT NOTHING! I'm your father, and you will do as I say! And that goes for
ALL of you!"

Van gritted his teeth and balled his fists, but he knew that nothing would
come from arguing with his dad. There was no winning against a brick wall,
per say. He stormed into the house where he nearly ran over his mother, who
stared at her son in sheer and utter annoyance.

"Do you ALWAYS have to pour in here like a bloody tornado? Are you going to
fetch Natasha from University, or should I?"

Van slammed his fist on the kitchen counter, hard, before he took huge
breaths in trying to contain his anger, before his eyes softened
immediately as he saw his fifteen-year-old kid brother Lucas enter the
house from inside the back door.

"Hey there, Slugger" ...he whispered as he ruffled Lucas's hair playfully
as he always did, with the kid shooting him death daggers with the utmost
number of times that he had told Van to leave his majestic mane of blond
hair the fuck alone.

"You always have to be a dick, brother?" Lucas asked, his eyes as sarcastic
as possible, before he reached into the fridge and took out the milk,
drinking some straight from the tear in the carton.

"LUCAS! You know how your father feels about you doing that!" their
mother's tone had him stop right in his tracks, wiping his mouth with the
guilty pleasure which only a teenage boy could ever possess.

"Where is Dad? I didn't see him when Chris's mom dropped me off," he asked,
as he tried his best to get away from Van, who had long ago made it his
mission to irritate his little brother as much as he could, right now...he
was busy cheekily poking Lucas in his stomach for good measure on backwards
repeat.

Their mother sighed as she checked the time.

"Oh...man...Van, you couldn't possibly lend me your truck, could you? I
have to go and fetch Natasha and get some more ingredients for the soup
tonight, and I suppose you need to be here in case Dad needs you...you know
how your dad gets when everything is not JUST right..."

"Then why doesn't Dad cook the fucking soup himself?" Van asked, his voice
strained.

Their mother shut him up with ONE look from underneath her glasses.

"You will NOT speak about your father that way! GET GOING, he's probably
waiting out there! He said he wanted to fix that windmill today and not a
minute later!"

Van sighed and patted Lucas on the shoulder, before he took out the keys to
his truck and gave it to his mother.

"She's usually waiting right at the entrance to the campus, Mom. Lukey, are
you coming with me? Dad and I can always use some help?"

Lucas pulled a face, and Van smirked knowingly to himself, before he closed
his eyes as Butch Holt's voice thundered across the ranch.

"WHERE ARE YOU BOYS? I CAN'T DO EVERYTHING MYSELF! VAN! LUCAS! GET OUT HERE
BEFORE I COME AND GET YOU!"

Lucas trembled as he took off his jacket along with his phone and placed it
back on the counter. Van slowly came up to him, placed his hand on his kid
brother's cheek and pressed their foreheads together for just a mere
moment.

"Everything will be okay, Slugger...you will see..." he whispered, kissing
Lucas's temple, before both boys got the hell out of there and down to the
ranch before their father burst an artery or something.

An hour or so later, and the three Holt men had all their days in fixing
the wretched windmill, that had been in a broken state for several
years. Since Butch was adamant that the ranch and everything on it MUST be
sold, that included fixing said windmill so that he could get as much money
for the entire property as possible.

Since Lucas was the youngest and also the quickest, it was his job to get
down each and every time to see from a distance whether it was operating
well enough or not.

"STUPID BLOODY THING!" Butch cried out when it refused to successfully
generate enough wind power in order to function, for what felt like the
millionth time, before he wiped the sweat from his brow.

"What the hell do I have two young strapping boys for, if you can't even
HELP me with something this small?" he blasted across both of his sons,
with such angry velocity that Van felt the full force of actual droplets of
his father's saliva spatter across his left cheek.

"Dad, for God's sake, this thing hasn't been serviced in ages...come to
think of it, where are all the workers? Why do we employ ranch hands when
they don't even come to work?" Van argued, blood red in the game as himself
and Lucas tried their best to generate enough capacity to get the damn
thing working.

Butch snorted and stood up from his kneeling position.

"What for? Have you forgotten it's a public holiday? I ain't paying any
overtime for those niggers!"

Jesus Christ Almighty.

Van quickly placed his hand on Lucas's shoulder as the boy shuddered with
the mention of that HORRIBLE word, before he nodded at him, to keep his
cool. To argue...will not help at all.

"Where the hell is your mother? Did she go and fetch Natasha at the God
damn airport or what? Should have been back ages ago! Lucas, you can't go
down and come back up like a fucking monkey all afternoon, I need your
strength here! AND WHAT IS THAT NOISE?" Butch asked, his eyes as white and
wild as anything, as he turned his head around as the sudden neighing
noises from the barn, came to apparent.

Lucas's eyes widened as he suddenly allowed the metal pipe to slip out of
his grip, with Van just in time to prevent it from crashing to the ground
below them.

"That's Silver's neigh, Dad! I'd recognise that sound anywhere!" he cried,
the well-being of his beloved horse suddenly at the fore-front of his
mental state.

"Wait just a second, you ain't going down there! Dad, anything could have
spooked those horses, it even might be a snake! I'll go and see what's
happening, Lukey, you stay here, okay? Help Dad until I get back!" Van
chirped as he carefully lodged the pipe into Lucas's strong, muscled grip,
quickly heading down to see what the hell was going on with the several
horses locked up in their stables.

"Fucking niggers...threatening me with their unions and shit...in the old
days, my boy, I would have FORCED them to work on a day like today for
minimum wage too, I'll have you know!"

Lucas sighed, and he closed his eyes at the hearing once more of those
scathing words. He was so worried about his horse, that he didn't seem to
think clearly at that moment.

"Dad, please! JESUS! Just...just STOP saying all of that! It's not fucking
Apartheid anymore in case Dad hasn't noticed! Just STOP! PLEASE!" he cried
out, his blond hair cascading over his forehead as the wind blew across the
strands, far up high as they were.

Butch stood quietly for a while, before he turned and looked at his
youngest son with sheer disgust and distain.

"You...DARE talk to me like that again, boy...you will get a fucking hiding
from me that you will never forget, you hear me?"

Lucas swallowed, hard and slow...

...before he did the ONE thing that he knew his father would HATE beyond
anything in this world.

A tear escaped from his right eye...rolling slowly across his right cheek,
culminating in a solid droplet underneath his chin.

Butch's face hardened to the point where it pretty much resembled a piece
of charcoal, his heart pulling together, his anger completely taking
over...from day one in his boy's lives he had told them repeatedly NOT to
cry...it was a sign of weakness...crying was for girls and for sissies.

His boys NEVER cried in front of him. They knew what would happen if they
did.

"Fuck sake, get those girly tears OFF from your face! You're a fucking
Holt, God damnit, start bloody ACTING like it! Or would you rather be
getting fucked up the ass like your faggot brother, Jack? You remember what
happened to him? You wanna follow him too?"

Lucas's whole exterior seemed to just sink towards his stomach, it actually
looked like he wanted to physically hurl. In his heart of hearts, he knew
just WHO and WHAT he really was, but to actually have his father GET SO
close to the truth, was as dagger to his young, teenage being.

"Did you hear me, boy?" came the damning question.

Lucas angrily wiped his years away, before he stared once more at his
father.

"You...you actually wanna chase me away from this ranch...just because I
cry sometimes?" he whispered, in sheer disbelief.

"Dad! Lukey! It was just that wild ginger cat that's always looking for
food around here! Lukey, Silver is just fine now! I'm coming back up!" both
of them heard Van screaming from down below.

Butch grabbed his youngest child towards him and looked him DEAD in the
eyes.

"Lucas...my fucking pride and joy...what a fucking disappointment you are!
Look at you! Big, strong, tough...MUSCLED! And you fucking act like such a
sissy and a wimp! What the hell did your mother do to make you this way?"
he screamed for all the world to hear.

"Yo guys? Everything okay up there?" Van shouted.

Butch Holt wasn't finished there.

"I'm warning you now, boy...if I ever find you in bed with a fucking ranch
hand or any other man, I won't just chase you from this ranch. Oh no. Jack
was one thing, he never cared for helping around here, always crying after
his Mommy...wanting to bake cookies and shit instead of helping me and his
brother on the ranch...but you...you were MY BOY! MY PRIDE AND JOY! You
really wanna tell me you're one of those faggots too?"

Lucas allowed a raw cry from out of his core of his throat, before he
grabbed his father's shoulders with his bare hands, and looked his DIRECTLY
in the eye.

"So, what if I am?" came the contrasting, damning confession...finally...at
last.

"Guys?" Van was shouting from the middle of the windmill's staircase.

It was like something within Butch Holt broke.

His eyes were flaccid, his emotions were all over the place, his entire
body just...seemed to CRUMBLE before him.

"No...no...Jesus, Lucas, not again...not you too..." he whispered, and
incredibly...amazingly, Lucas's breath froze as he actually saw his father
cry for the first time in his life.

"Dad...I'm sorry...Daddy, please..." he whispered, but Butch shook his
head.

"I had...I had to deal with this once...I ain't dealing with this again...I
will NOT have another GAY SON! I will KILL YOU before I EVER allow that to
happen EVER AGAIN!" he shouted, before Lucas realised just what was
happening...

...his own father was trying to push him over the small balcony of the
windmill.

"Dad! What...DAD LEMME GO!" Lucas shouted in vain, but it was like Butch
had nothing left...all of humanity he still had was gone...amazingly just
evaporated into thin air it seemed, he had clearly lost all human feeling
or control...because he was slowly succeeding in getting his youngest son
thrown over the balcony to his death.

"GUYS! WHAT THE HELL?" Van shouted as he finally reached the top, his eyes
as white as snow as he realised just what his father was trying to do.

"ARE YOU CRAZY, LET HIM GO!" he shouted, before he could make a single
move...

...Lucas CRIED out with all his might, and solidly PUSHED Butch from his
person.

Unfortunately, Lucas was stronger and way more muscled than the average
fifteen-year-old. Any other boy his own age would have probably just gotten
his father away from him. Lucas's push, however, slammed Butch against the
pillar of the balcony.

"DAD!"

As if in horror, with everything moving as slowly as it possibly could,
both Van and young Lucas watched in heart ache, as Butch's back SMASHED
against the pillar, the force way too much to hold him, as he tumbled head
first over the balcony, to the ground below, where an ugly smash to his
head could be heard for miles, even way up where they were.

"Lukey! What the hell did you do?" Van stormed towards the edge, careful as
to not tumble down there himself, before he turned to a shaking Lucas, his
kid brother could have just as well be stoned as anything, he was beside
himself with fear.

"LUCAS! GET A GRIP! Why did Dad wanna do this? Was he trying to get you
killed?" Van shouted, placing both his hands on Lucas's shoulder, his voice
raw and hoarse inside his throat.

All that Lucas could do, was shake his head and turn away, before Van
hugged his brother to his person.

He had always suspected that Lucas...he had just always hoped that he
wouldn't be like himself or their brother Jack.

"I know brother...I've known for ages...you told him, didn't you?" he
whispered against Lucas's cheek, the warmth of his breath spreading across
the boy's skin like a hot knife through butter.

Lucas simply shuddered and buried his face in the crook of Van's neck, as
he cried and cried his young heart out, in the reality of what he had just
done.

Van took a deep breath, before he allowed Lucas out of his grasp, taking
his phone into his hand and started dialling a number.

"Yeah...uhm...ambulance services? It's Evan Michael Holt, calling from
Sabre Peak Ranch...my father...uhm...he had a fucking bad fall, could you
maybe send someone? I dunno how bad it is!"

Lucas was still shivering, as his body as if on auto pilot, moved to where
he could see...his father's body, but Van was way too quick for him.

"Don't look Lukey...just don't look, you don't wanna see that," he
whispered, holding him close.

"Did I...did I kill him?" he could hear Lucas faintly ask, and he squeezed
him tighter to him.

"Luke...whatever happens here today...we keep this between us, okay? We say
nothing. And if Dad survives...we say nothing. I don't think he will say
anything either, we both know he tried to kill you...he won't say a fucking
word about this, I promise you!"

**

PRESENT DAY

Lucas wiped away his tears as he launched himself into my embrace.

I swallowed carefully, before I solemnly kissed my brother's neck and
shoulders, in an attempt to make him feel loved...to make sure that he
didn't blame him for what happened in the slightest.

"You mean...Van knew? He saw this happen and he KNEW all this time, and he
didn't say anything? Even when me and him got close again?" I murmured
against Lucas's skin, as the latter boy nodded, holding me tighter.

So that's why Van was acting the way he was when I had first gotten
here...Jesus Christ...now it all made sense.

He was SHIT scared that I would find out Lucas killed Dad...he must have
been walking on egg shells knowing what Lucas had done would have been too
big a secret for the teenager to keep!

The way he went out of his way to prevent me spending time with Lucas in
the beginning, saying all that shit about how I would probably MOLEST my
brother just because I was gay...he didn't do it to be nasty...he did it to
PROTECT LUCAS!

Before Dad's death I hadn't seen Van in nearly eight years...but the person
I found here on THAT day, was nearly unrecognisable. He's been walking with
this...this devastating secret for months, just like Lucas had been. I
blinked, as my own eyes blinded my vision.

Sixteen years ago, one the day that Lucas was born, me and Van made a
pact...we both promised each other that we would look out for and protect
our baby brother, for ever and ever...as a kid that age would say. We
literally loved the shit out of him, from the very moment Mom and Dad
brought him home for the first time and we took our separate turns to hold
the little runt in our arms.

I could totally speak for Van when I say that we took ONE look at that
little bundle of limbs, and we immediately loved him more than our own
lives.

I just never realised how far he would eventually take that promise.

**

"Something wrong, brother?" Van asked as he entered the kitchen the
following morning, to which I shook my head in denial, and proceeded to
make him a warm cup of coffee as well.

The South African winters always did such a roller-coaster with his
emotions, even from when we were kids. He would rather prefer the sun and
tended to recoil as such in these winter seasons.

I sighed, and looked at my phone, and the e-mail that had come through this
morning. It was my lawyer, demanding that I return to Cape Town, to sign
some papers centering around my divorce from Craig, as well as some other
stuff that I couldn't possibly do from here, such as meeting face to face
with Craig himself to discuss our separation...who gets to keep that, and
all that shit.

One thing that I was relieved about though...Craig had finally agreed to
the divorce.

My heart ached for him...for the unfairness of it all. We were happy, as a
married couple. He was a fantastic, supportive husband to me, all these
years. I stood by him as he was made partner by his law firm, and he
supported me when I got promoted at work. Together we managed to build a
solid foundation and a LIFE...but I couldn't be married to him, when I
wanted to be with Lucas, way more than him.

I understood his anger, his frustration and his torrent towards me...I DID!
He had reluctantly agreed though, to allow me usage of our home for this
weekend, to allow me to make arrangements for where I wanted my things to
go...as he wanted NOTHING of me remaining when he would get back on Sunday
night.

I smiled at Van...knowing what I knew now...I loved my brother even more
than I ever thought possible. If you had Evan Holt in your corner, you were
fucking blessed, that was for sure.

"Yeah and no...I have to go back to Cape Town today. My flight leaves this
afternoon at two. I have to talk to Craig and we have to sort stuff
out...how's the ranch doing?"

Van showed me that legendary shit-eating grin of his as he took his first
sip of his coffee.

"Same same..." he said, totally tongue in cheek, before I crossed my arms
and rolled my eyes.

"You look JUST like we did when we were kids and Mom asked how her fucking
vase got broken, Mr Baseball Bat! What are you up to now?" I asked, winking
at him as I did so.

Van smiled cheekily and signalled at me to join him on the porch
outside. It was fucking freezing! As I folded my arms around my tall, lanky
body, I realised just what he was pointing at, as my eyes widened and I
stared at my brother in morbid disbelief.

"Oh...you and...Christian...oh...wow...now THAT I didn't expect..."

Van smacked the back of my head so hard that I actually saw stars.

"Shut up! Okay? Nothing has happened yet but there is been this...I
dunno...what do you city folk call it again now...a VIBE of sorts? I mean,
you totally know when someone is checking you out, right?"

I snickered.

"Are you sure he doesn't just have a lazy eye or something?"

I honestly, totally deserved the second smack he then gave me. I accepted
it with pride.

"Brother...he's fucking perfect...he makes my teeth hurt! But how do
I...you know...I'm supposed to be his boss and everything, so how the fuck
would we even start to...YOU KNOW?"

I laughed and saw Lucas wander into the kitchen, before I cuddled into
Van's bulky body in order to keep warm.

"Bro...ever heard of, don't think, just do?"

"Say what now? Is that Japanese or something?"

I poked him playfully in his ribs.

"URGH...country folk..."

"Watch it!"

"All I'm saying is...if you're not gonna give things a try, you will never
know! One day, he might be here and available, and the next thing you know
he would have found himself a boyfriend...or even a sugar mommy might come
and grab him..."

"I swear if you insult my man again..."

"MY MAN! Dude! You've so fucking hot for him, it's actually insane!"

Van blushed and shook his head, pushing me aside.

"Shut up..." he murmured softly, and on sheer fucking instinct, I hugged my
brother to me.

He obviously didn't know why...but that hug was for EVERYTHING that Van had
done for our family...especially for Lucas. He would never know that I knew
the truth, and he didn't need to.

"You're a good man, brother. You deserve everything you will get out of
life. Say...what if...yeah, this could totally work...what if I take Lucas
WITH me to Cape Town for the weekend? You think Mom would allow that?"

Van released himself from my grip and nodded as he stared at the handsome
ranch hand one more time.

"I guess...but Mom is gonna be the least of your worries if you wanna do
THAT...you're gonna have to get past Natasha though...knowing what she
does, I ain't sure she's gonna give you or the runt much of a send off..."
he said, his eyes narrowing as he did.

**

"Lukey?"

"In here, brother!"

I entered the stables as I once again my heart literally seemed to melt
into the darkest of warm chocolate possible as I saw with what love Lucas
treated and cared for his horse, Silver.

The beautiful white Kaapse Boereperd was glistening as he was being petted
by his owner. They obviously had a pretty strong bond. Lucas looked in his
element as he continued to care for his beloved horse, before he nudged his
nose against Silver's before looking up at me.

"Hey...where have you been all morning! I've fucking missed you! I was
hoping since it's a long weekend, and me and you could actually be alone
and DO some stuff."

"Oh yeah, what STUFF did you have in mind?" I smirked.

Lucas turned beet red and he giggled softly.

"Like what we did the last time we were in here together...all alone..." he
said softly.

OMG he was so fucking cute. To the world, he was already well on his way to
manhood, but inside he was nothing but a little boy. I pulled him to me and
kissed his soft, boyish, teenage lips with everything that I had inside me.

He too, it seemed wanted me, just as much as I wanted him, as he leaned
into my touch, wrapping his arms around my waist, taking control as he was
literally dwarfing me in both muscle as well as height. His tongue slipped
into my orifice, my cock on full alert as we swapped saliva for a while,
before I gently pushed his mouth away from my own, running my fingers
through the back of his beautiful blond hair.

"Not now, okay?"

"When then?"

Sulking JUST a like typical teenager.

"I kinda arranged something with Mom for this weekend, just for the two of
us," I revealed.

His eyes lit up like sunlight streaming over the Arctic as I finished my
sentence and I swear to God, I would liquidate in those beautiful pools of
blue eyes of his, so kin to everything that was Lucas.

"WHAT? What did you do?" he asked, jumping up and down as he did so.

"Steady, Slugger. I have to go to Cape Town to get stuff for the divorce
finalised, so I thought since it's long weekend and you have no school
today, that you can come with me. We fly out this afternoon, I'll show you
around the places where I live, maybe we can go ice skating or just eating
out or whatever, sleep over at my house, I'll meet Craig and his lawyers
tomorrow, before we fly back again in the afternoon. So? You're in or not?"

Lucas smiled...that sheer award-winning smile of his that I loved and
adored so much, before he placed his hands over his face in shock and
amazement.

"You really mean it? I'm...Jesus Jack, I've never even been outside of the
county! You wanna tell me you're taking me to...to fucking Cape Town?"

I had to giggle, what with the number of STARS right now, reflecting inside
the corners of his eyes.

"Yeah well, its Cape Town, not fucking Vegas, okay? And yes...I wanted to
spend some alone time with you. Around here, we're always surrounded by
people and we always have to watch our backs. Back home...no one knows
about us. You're my kid brother and that's that. I really wanna show you a
little of my world, for a change, as you have shown me yours."

Lucas was still smiling, before he swallowed and he quickly took my hand
inside his own, squeezing it for good measure.

"You mean...like an actual...date?" he asked softly, his blond hair
gleaming in the morning sun.

I pulled him to me, and kissed him for the millionth time.

"Just like a date..." I whispered.

**

In the end, Natasha wasn't happy with the fact that I was taking Lucas to
Cape Town with me.

I'm SO fucking shocked.

As she pulled me into her bedroom before Van drove us to the airport, she
hissed towards me that it was already hard enough to just KNOW what we were
up to...but the mere fact that I was taking Lucas away for the weekend, was
MENTAL, in her own words.

"Don't think I don't know why you are doing this, Jack! You wanna be alone
with him for only one reason and that KILLS ME! You think wanna feel this
way? You think I wanna HATE you for what you're doing? And if all this goes
belly-up one of these days...who the HELL do you think is gonna heal Lucas
and his broken heart?

I had no answer to her question.

She had always been the brainy one out of the four or us...and if she
couldn't see a way out for me and Lucas, how the hell was I supposed to?

"Tash, I promise I'll have him back safe and sound here tomorrow afternoon,
okay? He's my brother too! I still care for him, like a BROTHER should,
whether you believe me or not!"

Natasha shrugged her shoulders and stood at her bedroom door, making it
more than clear that I wasn't welcome in there, any longer.

"Fine, do what you want to. The only DAMN reason that I'm staying quiet it
because THIS...your little fantasy fuck-fest with our kid brother will KILL
Mom if she ever found out! And if she does, Jack...if she EVER finds out
and her health suffers because of what YOU have done, I WILL NEVER FORGIVE
YOU!" she hissed towards me, before I made sure that I got the hell outta
there.

As I placed a reassuring arm around Lucas's muscled shoulders, I giggled as
I saw how much of a novice he really was when it came to travelling. His
eyes were all over the place, and I sneakily took him to where you could
see the planes take off, shaking my head at him witnessing all of this for
the very first time.

"Are you sure we won't crash?" he whispered as soon as we checked in and
was pointed to our seats, which I had been extremely lucky to get on such
short notice.

"Just enjoy it okay? I love you," I whispered back once we took our seats.

In reality, it was a short flight to Cape Town, a little over two
hours. Lucas must have fallen asleep at some point, when we were a little
more than half way there, as I shook my head when the flight attended asked
if both of us wanted a hot drink.

I looked at the sleeping sixteen-year-old boy next to me, his head very
trustingly, laid on my shoulder, his lips a little open from his sleep, his
breathing slow and articulate. If there weren't a school of people around
me, I would have kissed him.

God. Looking at him sleeping, my heart bounced around in my
chest. Natasha's words came back to me...how the fucking hell did we wanna
make all of this work?

We were brothers.

At that moment, I wanted nothing more than one of us to be fucking adopted.

"I love you, Lucas...I wonder if you even realise how much...Jesus I would
give my life for you, to be happy..." I softly whispered to my brother,
before I leaned towards him, and placed my head on top of his own, and
closed my eyes.

**

Landing at Cape Town International Airport, I quickly managed to arrange an
Uber to come and get us, and to take us to my home. The very same home that
I lived with my husband in...and to which I was now taking my new
lover...my KID BROTHER...to spend the night.

Yikes.

Lucas for the life of him, couldn't take in the sights of Cape Town in fast
enough, he nearly had a panic attack when he saw Table Mountain before him
in all it's majestic glory. I humbly asked our Uber driver to drive slowly
towards our destination and promised that I would financially make it up to
him for losing potential customers, so that Lucas could have a good look
around.

As we approached Hout Bay, where I resided, I giggled openly and hard, as
Lucas finally saw the one thing that he had come for in the first
place...THE OCEAN!

"Can we go, please, please, please!" he begged me, but I shook my head.

"Another time, buddy. It's winter and Cape Town might be beautiful but like
anywhere in South Africa, it's dangerous at night, okay? I promise I'll
bring you back in the summer months...all of us can come. Mom, Tash,
Van...the whole family. By then I'll probably have a new home and we can
properly all enjoy this."

Having finally reached home; Lucas staggered out of the car as he saw where
I lived. His eyes flickered over the double-story house, with our beautiful
garden and balcony as if he was in sheer awe and amazement over what I
considered to be a humble home in the heart of Hout Bay.

"You really live HERE?" he asked, his voice reaching heights I never
thought it would, before I hugged him to me for the first time in hours.

"I would love to have you here permanently, you know that, right? God, I
wish you could..." I said to him as I sighed, when I felt his own arms
around me.

"One of the girls at school, the other day, said something about, she
wishes she and her boyfriend could be "forever"," he whispered, before he
allowed me out of his embrace and I melted as his blue eyes DUG into mine.

"I want YOU to be MY forever, Jack..." he whispered, his chest heaving as
he did so.

Just when I thought I couldn't POSSIBLY love him anymore than I already
did, he comes out and tells me THAT!

MY FUCKING HEART! GOD!

**

In saying we had a GREAT night out, was an understatement.

I decided to take him to the V & A Waterfront in Cape Town's harbour bay,
to show him the sights and the vibes of everything that he had missed out
on until now. My heart crumbled as I saw over and over how happy he was
being here, being with me, being away from home for the first time in his
life, seeing new surroundings...asking me THOUSANDS of questions that I was
only too happy to answer...

...it didn't matter. Nothing did.

Not when I had Lucas at my side.

I treated him to burgers and fries at the Burger King, so that he could
experience that for the first time too. Safe to say he went through a bunch
of napkins in trying to get all of it into his hungry gullet. We had SUCH a
fabulous time, we almost forgot that we were brothers...we were just Jack
and Lucas. We were just two people in love. To the world, we were just
boyfriends...with no one to judge or to cast doubt upon.

As we entered my home, I grabbed Lucas and I pushed him against the wall of
my apartment, inside the corridor, before I placed my lips into his. I had
been wanting to do THAT all night, believe you me! The little runt was
giving as good as he was getting there, before he released me, and stared
at his boyish boner as if he was seeing the fucking thing for the first
time in his life.

"Bedroom?" I dared to ask.

"Fuck, yes!" he cried out and I took his head and lead him upstairs to the
room that both myself and Craig had shared for many years.

At that moment I was way too horny and way too much thinking with my cock
to actually care WHERE we fucking do it.

I threw Lucas onto the huge waterbed, his back hobbling with the effect of
the expensive mattress, before I pounced on his giant body, kissing his
lips with all the gusto that I had in me. I held his hands in both my
hands, tongues searching and finding the other like his Juliet to my Romeo,
trying to outdo the other in terms of how far we could actually stick our
organs into each other's orifices.

He was sheer fucking panting...he was holding on to me for dear life, as I
descended onto his collarbone, kissing his warm, rough skin, every fucking
part of surface that I could reach, that I could wet with my hungry lips. I
stopped for a few seconds to remove the hoodie that he was wearing,
throwing it to the side, having it land God knows where, before I removed
the t-shirt that he had on underneath in quick succession.

Latching onto his left nipple, a giant roar came from his throat as I
worshipped the fuck out of the little teenage nubbin, before moving over to
its twin brother, giving the opposite nipple the same sexual satisfaction,
even more so, if I was honest. Licking and kissing my way down further, I
stared in awe at his muscled, ripped physique. The last time that me and
Lucas were together, was on his birthday...and that was nearly three months
ago.

I dunno what he did in the school's gym but MY GOD, it was paying of.

I made sure to kiss and sheer fucking make LOVE to each and every one of
those six blocks that I found staring up at me for the whole world to see,
his pecs were rock hard, as was his teenage dick, which I could feel
stretching to the heavens underneath the rest of his pesky clothing.

I kissed his navel and his V-line, down to where his jeans were in the way.

I ripped his belt from its sockets, before I hastily tried my best to
unclasp the irritating button that kept things on his jeans together and
remove the material, but he suddenly stopped me. He gripped my arms as hard
as he ever had, looking me in the eyes with a strange glint coming from
inside his very own.

"Lukey...come on, let go, I wanna suck your cock so that you can fuck me!
"I said as loud as possible...I swear my mind was gone! All that I wanted
in that moment was LUCAS...INSIDE ME...like I had wanting NOTHING ever
before.

Lucas shook his head, swallowed some pent-up saliva, before he sat upwards
and gently pushed me back, straddling me as he did so. His blond hair was
hanging in silver strands over his face, his six pack abs flexing before my
very eyes.

"No, brother...tonight...you are fucking ME!" he whispered, before he threw
himself into another shouldering kiss with yours truly.

**

I swear I nearly died and went to fucking heaven.

With what I have been doing with my kid brother, I should be so lucky.

I reached up and softly caressed his cheek with my right hand.

"Lukey, I don't...I don't know about this..."

Lucas nudged his nose against mine for a while, before he kissed me again,
taking time to slightly bite down on my bottom lip, having my hard dick
surge into fucking orbit as I felt his teeth sink into my skin.

"I've been practising, brother...not with anything as huge as your cock,
but I really, REALLY want you, Jack. I've been inside you, now I want you
to be inside of me, it's only fair!" he whispered back, his eyes shining
with every word.

I swallowed...my heart literally racing.

"Lucas...if we do this...there is a fucking good chance that I'm gonna hurt
you...you know how big I am..."

"...hey, I'm bigger than you!"

"Fucker! I just mean that I might...seriously hurt you and GOD, I never
wanna do that, ever!"

Lucas smiled and stood up, removing his wretched jeans that I had so much
trouble with, with fucking ease, before he also took off his boxers,
standing in front of me, as naked as the day that he came into this world.

Once more I breathed through my nose as my throat threatened to
close...just when and how did the universe determine that I was to be the
luckiest human being on the face of this planet? Because that's how I felt
every second that I spent with Lucas.

I know it's only words on paper, but he was breathtakingly beautiful, his
teenage exterior powerful enough to break a horse, it felt. Bigger than the
average sixteen-year-old by a country mile, my kid brother was all grown
up.

And I was about to stick my dick inside of his ass.

"Are you sure?"

"Oh my God, if you ask me that ONE more time...JUST FUCK ME!" he cried out
for good measure.

I blew out some much-needed air, before I stood up from the bed, and
quickly as possible removed the leather jacket that I was wearing, the
t-shirt that I had on underneath, as well as my skinny jeans and my
underwear, standing before my kid brother wearing nothing except the socks
on my feet.

Lucas's eyes bulged as he saw my hard cock for the first time since he had
fucked me in the barn on his birthday...I don't really think on that night,
he had eyes for anything else than my ass...he swallowed slightly as he
realised that I was a full eight inches...which was about to all go
straight up his rectum.

"Lukey..."

"Shut up...let's just do it before I fucking lose my nerve..." he
whispered, his eyes never leaving my dick for a second.

Smiling I pointed towards the chest of drawers which was still situated
near my bed, where all my things were kept.

"There, in the second drawer from the top, should be a small bottle of
lube...we always used it to...well, you know..." I said softly.

Lucas grinned and retrieved said bottle, before he playfully tossed it over
to me. I glimmered my hard cock up so much it fucking SHONE in the
moonlight coming through the windows.

"How are we gonna do this?" he suddenly asked, his big dick straining
towards the heavens with the sheer anticipation of his hole being fucked
for the first time.

I placed my arm around his neck and gently kissed him, as he groaned when
feeling my tongue do the tango with his own.

"Okay, I think I'll lay down here," I said, as I did just that, on my back,
facing Lucas, my dick on fucking red alert as I witnessed the pre cum
pouring out of my flaring piss slit at every passing second.

Finding my voice again, I continued.

"And you just...get on top of me and allow your ass to sink onto my
dick...Lukey, oh fucking hell, brother, it's gonna hurt..."

Lucas, the fucking TROOPER that he always was, had a look on his face that
I very seldom saw...it was like he was determined to do something and
actually go through with it, something that I had seen often in Van.

You could totally see that they were brothers, where as me and Lucas, you
had to LOOK carefully to at us to see the resemblance. He gritted his teeth
and pumped his teenage chest for good measure, his huge nine incher hard
and straining to the skies.

"I'm ready...I think...just...go slow, okay?" he asked.

"Don't worry...I won't hurt you more than I have to," I replied.

Manoeuvring himself completely over and across my person, spreading his
legs like a pure prostitute in heat, he squatted over me, his legs open and
calculating. His hole had to be spreading its cavern of sweet darkness open
for the first time as we speak...as he cleared his throat and allowed the
top of my dick to make contact with his black spiral.

"Jesus..." he hissed as moved way to fast, probably out of sheer anxiety to
actually get THIS part over and done with, so that the enjoyment could
begin, plunging himself down a massive three inches of my dick.

"Lucas! Talk to me! I'm gonna take it out..."

"NO! PLEASE! JACK...PLEASE! Just...gimme a sec..." he pleaded, with tears
streaming across his cheeks.

My heart SANK...he had to be hurting...OF COURSE he had to be hurting, this
was the first time he's had a dick inside of him and I was a solid eight
inches!

He moved a little, and edged down a further few inches.

As if inside a dream, where you expect to wake up at any moment...you
expect to, but you don't...I watched as my HERO of a kid brother slid his
ass down all the way, minute by minute...inch by horrible inch...down my
massive Holt appendage, until he gasped for breath...when he realised that
his ass cheeks were touching my pubes.

He had done it.

"I love you..." he whispered softly, slightly wheezing with the pain that
he HAD to be enduring, trying SO hard to conceal it from me.

I know the only way...terrible as it sounded, but the only way to relieve
him of the torrent of a dick inside of him, the ONLY way, was to start
fucking him. It would get better eventually. I grinded my hips upwards, his
eyes widening and closing as I did so, as my dick started to drill apart
his insides, little by little. His mouth opened slightly as the feelings of
being fucked finally ripped through his entire being.

Taking it slow helped to a degree, because it seemed from the looks on
Lucas's face, that after a few minutes, the groans of pain gradually turned
into groans of sheer pleasure. Lucas started to bounce himself up and down
my cock much resembling a 70's porn star of old, as I was trying my level
best not to already flood his ass with my sperm.

As with a virgin, his ass was so fucking tight, that I had been fighting my
orgasm ever since my dick even as much as touched his hole. I pulled him
down as he kept gyrating on top of me, my dick slowly, but surely becoming
a virtual fidget spinner inside of his backside, as I kissed him over and
over, wanting to give him the FULL and TOTAL experience.

I switched sides as I turned him over and allowed him to lay on his back,
with me on top of him. I started to piston my weapon in and out of his ass
like a fucking fire hazard, over and over, smashing his hole to pieces, it
felt. His face was in dire straits, his eyes were closed and his tongue was
literally hanging out, as my dick blasted through his thick walls and
caverns.

In...out...in...out...

Lucas's own huge dick was as hard as I had ever seen it, never softening
for even a second...a clear sign that any sort of pain had been replaced by
only pleasure. I spread his legs apart and laid down right on top of him,
keeping my hips humping away at his prime beef. My dick felt like a fucking
torpedo searching for and finding it's target, as I knew I was stimulating
his prostrate more than it had ever been before.

A cucumber could only get you so far.

I fucked him...I POUNDED him as soon as I realised that I was no longer
hurting him. I wanted to make his first time as memorable as when he fucked
me, when he glided that huge dick into my tunnel of love, as I leaned down
and urgently grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him as if my life
depended on it. More than I needed to take my next fucking breath.

Lucas suddenly withdraw from the kiss, and all he managed to get out of his
desperate whimpering, wide open mouth was...

"CUMMING!"

And boy, did he!

Sperm...in the purest, teenaged form that you could possibly imagine was
SPLATTERED all over my lower body as well as my torso. It would seem as if
the spatters would never stop! His cock pulsed underneath my touch as there
was now literally boy cream everywhere that you would look...his chest
heaving with every beating of his heart...and his eyes never leaving mine.

I smiled sneakily as I scooped up some of his wasted boy batter that was
scattered across our separate bodies, and hungrily sticking into my mouth,
GROANING effective immediately as I tasted and savoured the taste of his
sixteen-year-old sperm. Gathering up more of his baby making juices, I
leaned forward and grinned at him.

"You taste so fucking good..." I croaked out of my hoarse throat, and he
opened his gullet, like giving candy to a young boy, he slurped every
single bit of his own boy goodness from my fingers, going back for seconds,
as he found another snippet of sperm even behind my finger nails.

I returned back to the task at hand.

His body became nothing but a plastic doll for me right then, my dick was
see-sawing through his backside faster than I had ever fucked anyone ever
before. I grunted my feelings out into the open, sweat dripping directly
from my forehead onto his young, rippled chest, as my own six-pack strained
with the effort I was making to dump my nut right into his hole.

I could feel it coming...but I wasn't sure if he would allow me...

...but as if we were fucking telepathingly linked, even in his current
tired as hell state...

...he managed to weakly grab hold of my ass, telling me his answer in his
eyes.

"...cum in me..." he whispered, as I could see my reflection in the glimmer
of his meaning.

You could have just as well told me that I had to drink water to survive.

I pounded my kid brother a couple of more times, my dick a velvet layer of
Plascon paint it felt, inside of his dark tunnel and I literally couldn't
hold it anymore, I saw him reach for his still, hard dick, smear it with
the droplets of the remainder of his cum and eating it straight from the
source.

"Gonna cum...Jesus, I'm gonna cum in you..." I hissed out of the corners of
my mouth, and I leaned down and kissed my brother towards the very inch of
my sanity, before I FLOODED his guts with my brotherly DNA.

My balls must have tightened so much that I had blue balls, even after
cumming, it felt as if my heart and my soul and every bit of my being HUMAN
was being spilled from my babymakers right into his juicy, loosely screwed
asshole. I pumped him even more, reluctant as hell to actually leave him
and pull out, I wanted him as part of me for as long as I could. I drilled
his ass over and over and OVER...

...until my stamina finally gave in, as my dick started to eventually
soften, and I was forced to pull out, allowing a mountain worth of sperm to
leak out of his well used backside exhaust pipe.

I brought my tired body down...and laid on top of him with my head on his
chest. I could vaguely feel him reaching out and running his fingers
through my jet-black hair as I did so.

I could hear the beating of his heart. That power drumming of everything
that was giving him his life.

I don't think I have EVER felt as close to anyone, before.

"Brother..." he started, but I held him close and kissed the middle of his
chest before he could continue.

"Don't speak, Lukey...just don't speak right now, okay?" I begged him.

This...this is what I wanted. For the rest of my life.

Tears streamed across my face as I wondered how the FUCK we would gonna
make it happen...how to possibly make this work without completely
destroying my entire family.

My poor mother...would DIE if she knew what her sons just did.

My relationship with Natasha felt like it was already blown to shit.

Ironically, the only person that I KNEW had my back was Van, because he
KNEW what it meant to physically be in love with your brother.

As I held Lucas in my arms...his slowing heartbeat thundering in my ears, I
had no resolve.

I would honestly break the sound-barrier for him.

I don't know how, but I wasn't going to let ANYONE take Lucas away from me.

**

The morning after, was quiet as hell.

Lucas kept asking me, pushing me, wanting to know if I was okay.

I fucking wasn't okay.

I don't know if I would ever be okay, ever again.

I finally sighed and hugged him from behind, telling him over and over that
nothing was wrong, and that I was fine, just tired, just didn't get enough
sleep.

He was a teenager...he didn't need to think about all the shit that I had
to.

The meeting with Craig and his lawyer was just the fucking cherry on the
cake. Craig was fighting me at every corner, and I didn't blame him. I knew
he loved me, and of course HE believed that the reason that I wanted to
divorce him, was because I couldn't get over that he had a loving
relationship with my brother Van, before he had met me.

I kept my pose, put on my best acting performance, and told Craig in no
uncertain terms, that I didn't love him anymore.

His face, when I confessed that I met someone else over the course of these
last few months, was a sight that I would never, ever forget. The pain, the
heartache, the motionless frown stretching across his face as I finally
told him what he deserved to hear. He would make someone else out there SO
happy...incredibly happy, but God knows, that someone was not me.

There was nothing wrong with Craig...he just wasn't Lucas Nathan Holt.

Finally, it felt, there was nothing more to say, this was clearly what I
wanted, and I knew that he would never force me to stay with him. We each
ended up signing the divorce papers and our case would be heard out in
court in about three weeks time. But in all purposes...we were officially
no longer married in the eyes of the law.

Outside, I desperately wanted to tell Craig how sorry I am, but he didn't
wanna hear it. He refused to even look at me, and I couldn't even blame
him.

To make everything that much worse and AWKWARD, Lucas probably got bored of
sitting in the coffee shop where I had told him to wait for me, and had to
be keen to explore some more before our flight home, and Craig was visibly
stunned when he saw him waiting for me in front of the office.

"What...what did you bring him for? Sympathy?" he asked with a sarcastic
look on his face before he completely ignored poor Lucas, got into his car
and drove away from me, faster than a cheetah after a raw piece of meat.

"He's mad as hell...are you sure you did the right thing, brother?" Lucas
asked softly, wanting to take my hand in his own...I could SEE it...but
there was just so many people around it, it was impossible.

"It had to be done...I'm sorry but I don't love him...I love you," I
whispered back, before I took out my phone and ordered an Uber to the
airport.

As we landed back home, Van was already waiting for us with his truck to
take us back home, and typical of our brother, he wanted to know any and
EVERYTHING about how Cape Town really was.

Lucas, thank God, was totally in the mood to brag about everything that he
had seen and experience, and between himself and Van they completely
overtook the conversation, which gave me some much-needed thinking space.

How to make this work? How could Lucas and I realistically be together?

He still had two years of school to go, but he could do that anywhere. He
had to leave his friends behind and move to Cape Town with me, permanently,
because my whole life was there. AND...the worst of all...If we do
this...if we ACTUALLY went through with this, people ARE gonna know. People
ARE gonna talk. Say the worst, of worst things imaginable about the two of
us.

And my mother, would disown two of her sons.

FUCK...why...why did this ever have to happen?

It wasn't as if I could turn around now and tell Lucas, it had all been a
mistake...there was NO chance in hell that I would ever do that, in a
million fucking years, anyway.

How could this...fairy tale end...and for the good of the both of us?

**

Couple of days later and Lucas was back in school.

We hadn't DONE anything since the night we spent at my and Craig's house,
because I told him we needed to take it easy. Too many people knew now...it
was literally only our mother that had no clue. Plus, he had exams to study
for, which I promised him, if he passed every single one of them, that I
would take him with me again one weekend.

I also made the hard decision to call my boss and tell him that I was
quitting my job. Lucas needed me here; my family needed me here. I probably
would regret this for a long time, but for now, I was financially okay. I
could always get a job as a veterinarian right here in the Karoo, couldn't
I? Saying optimistic.

With nothing much to do, with my mother chasing me out of the kitchen as I
stole the seventh chocolate brownie that she was busy make from the table,
I kissed her cheek and wandered down to the stables. I knew Van would be
down here, and he was always up for a chat.

Fuck, I had to find something to keep me busy and FAST...when Lucas was in
school, I was literally bored out of my bloody mind.

I wanted to call out Van's name the very moment that I got to the barn, but
the noises from inside, had me stop right in my tracks. I frowned and moved
a little closer, taking off my shoes in the process, walking around only in
my socks. I giggled silently, because of those sounds were what I was
thinking they were...I didn't wanna disturb who ever it was in here.

What WAS it about this barn, that made people so incredibly HORNY?

I turned around the corner and snuck into the bar, hiding behind copious
amounts of bails of hay...thank God I was so damn skinny...and I peeped
around to where I could now clearly hear the noises coming from. I took a
look back towards the outside, and as far as I could see, all the ranch
hands were further up in the field, giving the horses some much-needed
exercise.

I held my breath...as I finally realised just WHO was in here.

My stomach LUNGED as I saw my brother Van naked for the first time in...I
couldn't even remember when.

Against my better wishes, my mouth fell open, and my face warmed up faster
than the ignition of a V-8 engine.

I was a man...a gay man. And when a gay man sees another naked man...a HOT,
SEXY naked man, he ain't gonna care if that man was his brother, or not.

I WILLED myself not to get a boner, but it was way too late.

Van's powerful, ripped physique was not as muscled as Lucas's but he was
way leaner...his biceps were thick and strong, thanks to no doubt, all the
work here on the ranch. His legs were strong and hairy, his entire body was
sun-burned just the right level of shade to make him look sexy as hell.

And what's more...he was currently getting the MOTHER of all blowjobs from
none other than our new ranch hand, Christian himself.

My hand travelled towards my groin without even thinking...I was just
wearing a simple hoodie with some sweatpants at the time...and I silently
moaned as I touched my cock whilst watching all of this.

My eyes swiftly travelled all the way upwards to Van's face, his breath
coming in short, staccato lumps, as he tried his best to control his urges
to literally face fuck the handsome ranch hand. Christian was doing an
almighty job it seems, as I couldn't see his face, his back turned to me,
but at the speed he was blowing my brother, he seemed to enjoy it.

He reached upwards and ran the palm of his right hand appreciatively over
Van's rock-hard abdominal muscles, with my brother hissing with pure sexual
delight as he no doubt felt that rough, callused fingers caress his
stomach.

Christian finally came off from Van's dick, and I knew what his next move
was before he even did it...because it would totally be what I would have
done...

...he leaned further down and look Van's left nut inside of his mouth.

"Jesus...CHRIST!" Van managed to get out, his lanky torso now openly
flexing before my eyes, and I trembled as I placed my hand into my
sweatpants...and into my boxers...gripping my dick with LUST in my eyes and
in my heart.

My dick was hard, as hard could be...the forbidden notion of what I was
doing, making my organ spurt pre cummy juices even more that it would
already have done...my entire cockhead was slick and slimy with my sticky
dick slime...as I used what fluid there was remaining to make my phallus
nice and wet...as I continued to jack my hard dick off to the very motion
of the movement that Christian was pulling on Van's balls.

Christian finally left Mario and Luigi in his dust, before slicking up my
brother's cock once more, and I felt a stab in my chest as I realised he
was bigger than me...but not bigger than Lucas.

Wow...really? Out of the three Holt brother, why did I have to get the
smallest dick? Eight inches was nothing to be ashamed of...but really?

Christian was now only concentrating on the head of Van's dick it seemed,
using his right hand to stimulate the rest of Van's length as he kept
jacking the bottom part of his penis, doing an almighty job of literally
trying to SUCK the sperm out of my brother's dick. Van's back seemed to
tense, and I realised that his knees was shaking.

I started to jerk off my own dick to mimic a flash of insanity...for that
moment I wanted to cum with my brother...I wanted out DNA to come out at
the EXACT same time and die all at same time.

Van roared with emotion as he grabbed poor Christian's face and really
stared to bang his penis into the handsome man's face, until he SWIFTLY
pulled out and started jacking his cock, holding the phallus over
Christian's face as he did so.

"Gonna cum man...gonna cum all over you..." he whispered, loud enough so
that I could hear him, as my impeding orgasm was getting ever closer as
well.

My balls churned as I once more...flickered my eyes over my naked
brother. His handsome face...his sweaty brown hair...his powerful
chest...his RIPPED abs...his huge cock which I swear to God, I wished was
in my mouth instead of dangling over Christian's open trap...

...before Van cried out in sheer sexual relief as his dick started to spurt
its raw, farm boy protein all over the young, handsome ranch hand.

Christian was in seventh heaven, it seemed, having Van's children splatter
all over him, my brother placing his dick right back into his partner's
mouth, having Christian suck off whatever wasn't cascading over his face,
as the latter did what he could so swallow the remainder of Van's thick,
gobly sperm.

My dick wouldn't last much longer either, as I finally gave him to
temptation...GUILT WRECKED through me as I came onto the bails of hay
before me...careful as anything not to make a noise and give away that I
was even there.

My orgasm ripped through me like tin foil...and even though I still loved
Lucas and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him...

...in that moment I knew.

I wouldn't be able to stop wondering what sex would be like with Van, until
I fucking found out.

Knowing that Van had REAL...very real feelings for me back in the day, and
the fact that we could have fooled around as teenagers...the sheer loss of
what COULD have been, probably always was there, from the moment that he
came clean and told me.

I sunk to my knees. No...if I was honest with myself, I didn't love Van,
like I did Lucas. I think it was just more curiosity, than anything
else. Because if I had to pick between them...it would STILL be Lucas.

I looked up and saw Christian caress Van's face, before leaning in and
kissing my brother.

Wow...the way that Christian was looking at Van...and the way Van was
staring at him with a near hero worship in his eyes...

...I had a feeling this...was way more than just a quickie in the barn.

"We gotta be careful...my brother is around here somewhere and he cannot
see this!" Van said softly, as he took Christian's hand and held it to his
chest.

My heart was creating all sorts of jubilee in seeing that incredible
intimate gesture from Van...it would have rejoiced if it could.

I was totally right...this wasn't just sexual favours, this was way more.

Christian shyly nodded...Van was still his boss, after all...before he
leaned in and kissed Van softly.

"I'll go first...I'm dressed! I'll see you just now, okay?" I heard him say
before he grinned and hastily ran out of the barn.

I was as quiet as a mouse, waiting in sheer freeze mode until I realised
that Van had too, gotten dressed and had left the barn in his size twelve
shoes. I quickly tried to wipe my cummy hands off on my clothes, but just
made the mess even worse.

I smiled...and sighed as looked across the entirety of the barn in which my
dad had worked his whole entire life, to make it what it was today.

"Gee Dad...as homophobic and hard as you were...I'm honestly glad you
didn't live to see all three your sons have sex with men in the one place
you called home..." I whispered, before I finally got the hell out of
there.

**

"What are you gonna do for money, now? How could you just have...QUIT your
job with nothing to fall back on? Damn it Jack, I just didn't raise you
like this!"

"Mom...just relax would you? I have enough funds in my account to keep me
going for a while, and besides, when Craig and I sell our house, I'll be
getting half of that money too...you really don't need to worry about me!"

My mother sighed and gently folded up the dishcloth into a solid rectangle,
before she turned back to me.

"Honestly, Jack, as far as dream husbands go, Craig was pretty much
perfect. I don't know what is going through your mind these days, and I
don't know if I even WANT to know! I'm going to bed, whoever goes to sleep
last, switch off the lights, will you? Night to all."

"NIGHT MOM," came the chorus of myself, Van, Natasha and Lucas.

Lucas stood up, with his Maths book in his hand and stood next to Natasha,
who frowned as he placed the book in in front of her.

"Tash, you understand Pythagoras better than anyone, could you just help me
out with this..."

Natasha cleared her throat and proceeded to move away as far from Lucas as
she could, whilst he was still speaking, and drank the rest of her coffee
all in one swoop, before she shook her head, leaving Lucas momentarily
stunned at the coldness of his own sister.

"I'm sorry, Lucas. But I literally cannot even look at you right now, after
last weekend, and knowing what you and Jack probably go up to in his
house. So why don't you ask...YOUR BOYFRIEND for help. I'm sure he'll be
able to figure it out...he's a MASTER at answering difficult questions..."
she said as sarcastically as she could, before she slowly walked towards
her room, her door smashing behind as she was inside.

"She needs a fucking man," Van murmured before kissing Lucas's forehead in
saying good night, before he turned to me.

"You alright, brother?" he asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

His naked frame FLASHED through my brain.

I FORCED myself to think clear and readied my answer.

"She can say what she wants to me, but why did she need to punish Lucas
like that...fucking hell..."

"I can totally hear you; I'm standing RIGHT here..." came the sarcastic
reply from the kitchen table.

Van giggled, before we all heard the front door bell ring out. Funny...when
people usually visited, even at this ungodly hour, they usually just came
around the back, as had always been the case.

"I'll get it...you try and help Pinky here with his homework...because
you're the Brain and he's the...get it?" Van smirked as he ran down the
corridor, towards the front door.

I quickly checked for any sign of my mother around, before I hugged Corey
from the back and lovingly kissed his hair.

"Maths ain't my strong point, but I'll come and help you a little later,
okay? Gotta take a shower first...spent all afternoon in the barn, I feel
FILTHY!" I joked, almost choking with laughter as I said it, but before
Lucas could even reply...

...Van came back into the kitchen...with a death stare on his face.

"Van? What..." Lucas started to say, but I immediately saw the reason for
my brother's anger and total void of emotion...

...behind him in the shade of the doorframe, was Craig.

My eyes invertedly flew towards Lucas, but only for a second. I turned back
towards my almost ex-husband and swallowed slowly.

"Craig...what are you even doing here, and at this hour? It's after
eleven!" I asked, as I tried to figure out what the hell was even going on.

Craig was like a robot as he entered the kitchen, and looked slowly over
from Van, to Lucas, and then finally back at me.

"Can we talk? Just me and you, not these two, please?" he asked, his voice
like nails on a chop board.

"Just wait a fucking second...just who the hell do you think you're even
talking to?" Van started to raise his voice as well as his fists, but I
placed a solid hand on his chest, to stop him form literally perhaps
murdering Craig...

...you never knew with an angry Van.

"Outside? You guys stay here, it's cold out there. Lucas, finish your
homework as far as you can, I'll be back in a minute, okay?" I replied
before I sighed and signalled at Craig to follow me outside the house into
the freezing cold on the porch.

I knew Craig...this had to be important...he wouldn't have travelled
several miles in his car to get here at this time of night if it wasn't.

When we were a reasonable distance from the house, I stopped in my tracks
and turned around to face my husband.

"Craig, I don't get it...it's not that I'm not happy to see you, but all
this is a little weird, don't you think? Couldn't whatever this is, have
waited until tomorrow? Do you even have somewhere to stay for the night?" I
rambled on and on...as nerves would do to you.

Craig was solemn, as he placed both his hands in the pockets of his
trousers, blowing out a huge breath, before he turned to finally look me in
the eye.

"Not so long ago...me and you were in that house...in your room back there,
and I believed we had a good life. Coming back here now...I never realised
just how much of that was a total lie."

I froze. It had nothing to do with the icy weather.

Craig shook his head.

"I'll make this short, for the both of our sakes. When you moved out, I had
CCTV cameras install in our home. This is South Africa, after all, and I
was afraid of suddenly living on my own, again. So, I had them put in, and
I didn't think of the need to tell you. I always, ALWAYS thought you would
eventually come to your senses and come back to me."

Craig spat on to the ground.

"Now imagine my shock and my dismay, when I got home on Sunday night, and I
saw what you and...YOUR SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD BROTHER...got up to in the bed
that WE used to share."

My legs literally gave way. There was no way that I could remain
standing. My limbs were like rubbery jelly, and my heart had been RIPPED
from my chest with one fucking sentence.

Only Craig wasn't done.

"I think the moment where you CAME in your brother's ass was my personal
favourite moment of what I saw...I mean you were ALWAYS a bottom, never
wanting to be a top. I always wondered why you never wanted to fuck me...I
mean, I had to literally BEG you each and every time to put your DICK
inside me...and yet, the moment that LUCAS asked you to do it...you fucking
DO it without question!"

I tried to stand up. I swear, I did. My body was shutting down...my brain
was overcooking...there was nothing left, as my body totally let me down.

"And you know what? I wish...I WISH...that you looked at me ONCE in our
entire marriage, the way that you looked at Lucas, the entire fucking
session you guys had going on in here...saying I LOVE YOU with SO much
feeling to your underage brother...I'm just wondering here, Jack...did I
ever really know you? Because you...YOU ARE SICK BEYOND IMAGINING!"

I swallowed with great torture. I forced myself to actually try and get up.

Eventually Craig rolled his eyes and reached out his hand, which he used to
finally get me up from the wet grass around me. I struggled to breathe, but
I was not going to give Craig the satisfaction of seeing me hurt a SECOND
more than I had to.

"What...what do you want, Craig? I mean you obviously came here for a
reason...just tell me and get it over with," I whispered, defeated as I
ever felt.

Craig sighed, and allowed my arm to slip out of his grasp, before he took a
memory stick out of his pocket and held up so that I could see the little
fucker glimmer inside his hand.

"I can literally RUIN you with the content on here, you realise that? Not
only are you having sex with a minor, but that minor is your own
brother. If I took this to the cops, you will be thrown in the deepest jail
cell that I can find..." he breathed, his face as white as snow.

My entire being sank. This...this wasn't Craig.

This wasn't my husband whom I loved and adored for FIVE FUCKING YEARS!

Craig scoffed as he looked at me.

"Don't you...don't you DARE look at me like that! YOU turned me into this!
What you see here...YOU did this! So DON'T fucking come CRYING to me now!
We had a good life, a fucking good life! Until your God damn phone rang
that morning with news of your dad's accident we were HAPPY! We built a
life together, we had friends, family and each other! And you throw all
that away for a romp in the sack with your younger brother!? FUCK THAT
SHIT!"

Craig placed his hand on his chest in order to calm down, before he placed
the memory stick back in his pocket.

"Oh, by the way, this is a copy of the footage...just in case you're
thinking of setting Van on me to destroy it. Look, Jack...I'm not a
monster. But you have hurt me like I have NEVER been hurt before...so I'm
sorry...I'm sorry that I'm NOT gonna let you have your happy forever after
with your own brother. Hell no...if I have to hurt so do you."

I reached backwards and run my fingers through my hair, as I looked at
Craig with HATRED in me that I never thought I had possessed.

"You're a sick son of a bitch, Craig Turner...and I'm NOT gonna apologise
for falling in love with Lucas, not to YOU of ALL people," I whispered,
with all of the anger in me, because a blind man in New Jersey knew what
was coming next.

Craig smirked and patted his trouser pocket where the memory stick safely
laid.

"You're fucking your kid brother, and you call ME sick? In that being
said...I REALLY don't care where you end up going tomorrow...but you are
going to book a flight far, far away from here. And if you EVER...and I
mean EVER even THINK of seeing Lucas ever again, I'll email every SECOND of
this content that I have of the two of you in bed...to the papers...to the
cops...I'll even make a special copy for your mother..."

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!" I screamed as loud as I could, but that did nothing
to Craig's demeanour.

"I couldn't care less. You leave here tomorrow and you never see Lucas
again, or I go the papers and the cops, and I take the story of the decade
with me. We good?" was his final, scathing words, as he turned around, and
walked right out of my life.


**


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TWO CHAPTERS TO GO!!!

It seems like Jack has an important decision to make...does he play open
cards and tell everyone about his relationship with Lucas...or does he bow
down to Craig's demands and flee, leaving Lucas behind forever?

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