Cal has written this series about me and our adventures together, and how Aaron joined our happy household. I thought Id tell a few stories of my own. Here goes....
I was on the phone when he goosed me.
I had finished cutting the grass, my usual Saturday morning chore, and I was thinking how good a nice cool shower would feel as I kicked off my jeans. Early September, it was plenty warm, and I was hot and sweaty. Then I just threw myself down on the bed and was asleep before I hit the sheets.
It was probably half an hour later that the phone rang. Melanie was calling to tell me about her cousin who was coming for a couple of days, and she was setting up a little party with a bunch of our high school friends. I was writing down the directions, still half asleep, and I dropped the pencil in the floor. When I reached down for it - I just had my briefs on, which was plenty for the warm morning, and I thought I was alone in the house - the sudden attack made me jump up and throw the phone against the wall.
Even before I turned around I heard Aaron laughing like a hyena. Hed taken me totally by surprise. I grinned at him while scratching my asshole.
First I picked up the phone; I was relieved to hear the dial tone, so it wasnt wrecked. Then I called Melanie back and told her it was OK, although I didnt tell her what had happened. She said I had yelled in her ear, and then there was a lot of noise before the phone went dead. I apologized and gave her some kind of feeble excuse. I made her give me the directions over again to make sure I had them right, keeping my eye on Aaron all the time, and then promised to call her back in a little while.
Aaron was out the door as soon as I clicked to phone off, and we had a nice little game of hide-and-seek, with me chasing him up the stairs and through the hall, but once I got my hands on him he realized that although he is my older brother, hes still my little brother.
Aaron has been working out at the gym with me, and he has well-toned muscles, but Im still quite a bit bigger and stronger than he is. Besides, I have far more experience in boy-management. I know how to handle a boy whos making trouble. After all, Ive been trained by an expert, and Im still getting review sessions. A few seconds over my knee and Aaron was yelling apologies and promises, before his buns even started to get pink.
I told him to take off his shirt, and he said, "Why?" Three or four more whacks proved to be enough of an answer. It was harder for him to get out of his pants, reaching under the chair, but he finally figured out how to shove off one shoe with the other foot and push his jeans and briefs down and drop them off his feet. By this time his butt was beginning to show some color.
We discussed the situation carefully. I wasnt mad at him, of course. I had enjoyed the joke as much as he did. I complemented him on his knowledge of anatomy (mine) and the accuracy of his aim. It was a really good goose. We shared a good laugh over his sneak attack on my ass and now we were going to enjoy mine on his.
This discussion took longer than it takes to tell, with our attention shifting frequently between his explanations and his butt. Just as he had enjoyed goosing me, now I was going to enjoy spanking him. We understood each other well.
I really like my little brother, and I want him to have the best of everything. And Im really glad we can share some Meaningful Experiences like this. Is this what they mean about Sharing Quality Time and Bonding? All the way through this conversation we had Real Contact, his bare belly on my bare thighs, and my bare hand on his bare ass. Real Communication.
Cal came back Monday afternoon. While we were fixing supper, the three of us in the kitchen together, he asked how wed been getting along. Aaron said it had been OK, pretty much, "But he kept hitting me."
"Oh, come on now," I said, and grabbed him and pulled his pants down. "There, is this a battered child?" I asked Cal, bending Aaron over to show him his buns. "Do you see hideous welts and blisters? Just a healthy glow." I gave him a brotherly smack, turned him around, and hugged him to my chest. His _c_o_c_k_ was beginning to expand. "See," I told Cal, "he likes it when I play with him." I touched it, and it jumped up to point straight out. Cal laughed, of course, and gave it a little squeeze, and then Aaron pulled his shorts up, and went back to chopping onions.
"We got along fine," I told Cal. "He got a little out of hand, you being away, you know, and I had to remind him to behave a couple of times....actually, a couple of times a day.... He wasnt bad, you know, just a little naughty. But you know, hes a good kid, really. Just sometimes he reverts to a little boy, who needs a little correction."
We told him about the Saturday morning goose that started the horseplay, and he got a good laugh out of that too. "That was OK," Aaron told him, "I asked for it, and Larry gave it to me. Fair enough. But then he wouldnt let me put my clothes back on. By now I knew he could really control me; I hadnt realized until then how much stronger he is than me. So for my own safety I stopped arguing, and just did what he told me to. At least till my buns cooled down."
"He told me to make him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, and I was putting it together, standing right here at the counter. There was just a little bit of peanut butter left over, and he scooped it up on his finger and sniffed it. Thats really good, he said put a little jelly on top. So I put a smear of the grape jelly on it. And he said, Yeah, this is delicious. And then he put it up my ass."
"Up your ass?", Cal asked.
"All the way, as far as his finger could reach. I didnt know whether to piss or go blind. I dont know if Ill ever be able to eat peanut butter or jelly again."
"It tasted good, though, didnt it?"
"It wasnt bad, actually," Aaron admitted.
By this time Cal was laughing so hard he had to sit down. "He was afraid hed get plugged up with the peanut butter, so I took him out in the yard and gave him an enema," I said. "Everything came out fine."
"Stop, stop!", Cal screamed. Now he had his head in his hands down on the table, shaking with laughter. "Dont tell me any more!", he gasped. "I cant take it."
When he lifted his head, he had tears running down his face. "See", I said to Aaron, "finally we made him cry! Give me five!"