Aftermath
#3 of closer brother, closer
Sorry it took so long, but i had a hard time deciding what felt most like the characters.
- * * "So, what are we going to do?" I asked; we had just gotten home from the dinner party. "Not sure," was Jess' response. "Well we gotta do something, don't we? If David tells anyone about what happened... Jess, are you alright?" I had just now noticed the blood; he had bitten his lips, hard. "Yeah. Fine," Jess barked, but he wasn't. "Jess, seriously, are you okay. You're scarring me a little." That last sentence shook him. He left the room. "I'm going for a walk." I was stunned. Jess had never acted this way, so I hadn't a clue how to respond. Me best guess was to simply wait it out, let him cool off and try talking about it when he was ready. Not that I had much choice. Jess didn't return till past midnight. I had tried to stay up till he came home, but had fallen asleep watching TV. "We need to talk, lil bro." Good old Jess was standing over me, his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah," I sat up, "Sure." "The reason I freaked earlier," I realized that David wasn't going to be the priority of this conversation, "is... ever since the alley, I feel... like a monster." "What?" "I raped that guy. I raped David." "You were protecting me." "When I hit him yeah, but when I fucked him... that was rape." "He was going to rape me! You were just giving him..." "What he deserved? Teaching him a lesson? Sounds like textbook rapist justification to me." "Jess..." I hated to see him like this, but I couldn't think of anything else to say. "The rush I got... feeling him squirm... the power... that's the best sex I've ever had. What does that say about me? What type of a freak does..." I punched him, square in the jaw. It was the first time I had ever really hit Jessie. "Don't be stupid..." I said this softly, my body shaking. "You are not a freak, or a monster, or anything like that. You were pissed. He tried to hurt me and that got you pissed. Your blood was pumping; you were scarred and angry and... you wanted revenge, so you did to him what he was going to do to me. Adrenaline, testosterone, all kinds of crap was racing through you. It's like those moms lifting cars to save their babies. That's why it felt so good. That, and we've never yiffed together before." I practically whispered this last sentence. "So you're not worried... that I'll lose it... and..." "And what? Rape me? Please, you couldn't if you tried. Your world revolves around me bro, and mine around you. It's love bro, nothing stronger." After that, Jess finally smiled. Picked me up, carried me to our room, laid me in bed, and then joined me beneath the covers. "We'll worry about David tomorrow," he decreed, "Tonight me cuddle."
That morning my cock received the most vigorous hand job it had ever experienced. I suppose it was Jess's idea of a "thank you" card or perhaps an apology for worrying me. Regardless, I came three times while we showered. I had a hard time standing when we stepped out. Jess of course found this hilarious. "That was awesome," I panted. "But of course!" Jess replied with foe-French-flourish. I cupped his balls in my hand and gave them a playful squeeze. He moaned, but before I could fully show my gratitude, our mother called to tells us we had company at the door. After a quick sigh of disappointment, we dressed ourselves and headed down stairs. "Hey boys, we need to talk," David was standing in or door way. The three of us climbed the stairs in silence. After shutting the door, Jess asked the first question, "What exactly do you want?" "Not too much," David's grin was a little unnerving, "Firstly I would like to extend a sincere and unprompted apology to Alan, secondly I would like to explain the circumstances of our previous encounter," he sounded like a lawyer, "and finally I would like to determine the nature of our future relationships." "Well I'm not sure an apology means a whole lot right now," I said. "Then I guess I'll skip to explaining myself. You see, I don't want my cousins to think I'm some sort sadist... incurable man-whore yes, but not a sadist." "So you mean to say that whole raping-my-little-brother thing was just a joke?" Jess asked skeptically. "No, I had full intension of fucking him, but I thought he was my gift." "Gift?" I asked. "Yes, you see that was my birthday and a friend of mine had said his gift to me was going to be of the sexual variety. It seemed he had found a young wolf who shared a fetish with me." "Rape." "Precisely. So, while on my usual route to the mall, where we had decided to meet up, I see you," he pointed at me, " wearing a blindfold like a bow and standing in front of my mom's boyfriend's store, well natural I assumed you were him." Jess and I exchanged looks, unsure whether to believe the lynx or not. "Bought the time I started sucking you, I realized my mistake, hitting the ground left me sorta dazed. I wanted to explain myself then, but there was just too much wolf meat for me to say anything. Then I realized that I had a perfect opportunity to live out my fetish, so I let you guys let me have it. Oh, and did you two ever let me have it." I blushed, and Jess seemed dumb struck. "I tell ya, I have a thing for rape, role-played bottom and top; not sure if it was how real it was or if you two are just that good, but that was the best yiff I've ever had! Which brings me to my fine point of business. You boys up for another go?"