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Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob – Chapter Eight DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then – I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 8 —————————————————————————- “What?” I exclaimed, leaping up and almost knocking the coffee table over in my rush to get to the phone. I raced out into the hall and picked up the phone. “Hello?” I said. The woman on the other end said “John, this is Mrs. Graham from the adoption agency. We’ve spoken several times in the past. How are you?” “I’m fine Mrs. Graham, how come you’re calling?” I asked. “Well, your birth-son’s adoptive mother called me a little while ago. She was hoping to get some additional medical information about Matthew from you.” “Matthew?” I asked, “Who’s Matthew?” “Oops!” Mrs. Graham said, “Um – Sorry, that was a slip, well, it’s too late now. Matthew is the name the adoptive parents gave your birth-son.” “Matthew,” I repeated, “His name is Matthew now.” I became aware that Jacob was at my side, and glanced up to see everyone else gathered in the doorway, looking at me. “Yes,” Mrs. Graham went on, “his name is Matthew now, and I’m sorry, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.” “How is he? Is he OK? You said you needed medical information?” I hurriedly asked. “Relax John,” Mrs. Graham said, “Matthew is fine, it’s just that he’s developed either asthma or an allergy to something, as he seems to have coughing episodes at times. Matthew’s pediatrician wondered if there was a family history of asthma or respiratory allergies.” “Dad!” I said, “Does anyone in our family have asthma or respiratory allergies?” “No, not that I know of” he said. “Not in my family Mrs. Graham,” I said. I’ll call Lynn’s grandmother and ask her about their family, and call you back, OK?” “That’ll be fine John,” said Mrs. Graham. “Wait,” I cried, “is there anything else at all you can tell me about Dylan?” “Not really,” she said, “all I know is he’s a happy, and generally healthy little boy. He’s toilet trained, and in nursery school, and is loved very much by his adoptive parents.” “OK then,” I said, “Thanks! I’ll call Lynn’s grandmother and call you back as soon as I know anything.” I hung up the phone. Everyone was looking at me expectantly. “They changed Dylan’s name to Matthew. He’s OK, except he’s got a coughing problem that could be either asthma or allergies. I have to find out from Lynn’s grandmother if they have a history of it. He’s toilet trained and in nursery school too!” I said. I felt tears welling up in my eyes, as my dad came over and hugged me “I’m glad you’ve gotten some information about Dylan,” he said hugging me harder. I blinked back the tears as he released me. “Yeah!” I said, “Now I need to call Grandma!” I called Lynn’s grandmother, but she wasn’t home, although John told me she was due back any minute. He said he’d have her call back. When I got off the phone, Harry and Laney said they had to leave. So we said our goodbyes to them, and everyone gawked as Laney kissed me on the lips again! Then they left, amid cries to Laney, from Elizabeth and Dad, to drive carefully. The rest of us returned to the living room and picked up the discarded wrapping paper and straightened things up a bit. We’d just sat back down when the phone rang again. It was Lynn’s grandmother. I told her of the call from Mrs. Graham. She was excited about it as well. She told me that Lynn had had an allergy to cats when she was younger, but that was all. I thanked her, we said Merry Christmas, and I hung up. I dialed Mrs. Graham immediately. When she picked up the phone, I told her what Lynn’s grandmother had said. She said she’d just gotten off the phone with Matthew’s adoptive mother, having reported to her what I’d said. She said she’d pass along the information from Lynn’s grandmother. She said she thought it might be very helpful information. I told her to please pass along my wishes for a Merry Christmas to Matthew and his family, and she said she would. We hung up and I re-joined the others. We talked for another half hour and had the remnants of Dad’s egg nog. As I was putting another log on the fire, the phone rang again. Elizabeth answered, and in a minute came in and said, “John, that was your Mrs. Graham. She said to check your e-mail, she just sent you something.” I leaped up and raced up the stairs. I heard the others following me. I logged quickly into my e-mail account, and sure enough, there was a message with an attachment from Mrs. Graham. The message said: John, I just spoke with Matthew’s mother, and she wanted me to return your Christmas greetings. She also was most happy to hear about the allergy to cats. It seems that there’s a new kitten in the home of one of Matthew’s friends, and she thinks that’s the cause of his coughing. She was most thankful for your help, and hoped you didn’t mind the intrusion into your life. John – I took the liberty of explaining to her that you would be happy to help at any time, and that you were most interested in the boy’s best welfare. She asked me if that meant that you hoped to someday be re-united with him. Now I hope I didn’t overstep my bounds, but, I told her that I expected you would indeed welcome the chance to meet your biological son someday, if that was what he wanted too. She told me to tell you that she and her husband are overjoyed to have Matthew in their lives, and that they hope someday to be able to thank you in person for giving them such a wonderful son! She said that Matthew already knows he’s adopted, and that later on, when he is older, if he wants to find you, they’ll let him! She said they would help him contact me in order to find you, when and if this ever occurs. She did ask that in the meantime, you please not actively try and find him. She said though that she didn’t mind if I were to give you updates on his health and happiness at times. She also e-mailed me a picture of Matthew and said that I could send it along to you. It’s their Christmas gift to you, in exchange for your help with the medical information. He’s a beautiful boy! You have a Merry Christmas, and I’m sure we’ll be in touch with each other again. Sincerely, Mrs. Graham. I sat stunned for a moment. Then clicked on the attachment, and a picture of a beautiful dark-haired, dark-eyed, grinning little boy filled the screen. He looked just like şişli travesti I did when I was his age, except for the dark eyes. Lynn’s eyes. I couldn’t focus on the picture too well though, as tears were filling my eyes and running down my face. Dad came over and squatted in front of me. He was crying too. He took me in his arms and held me while I cried. When I finally got control of myself, I looked up and Elizabeth, Jacob, and Andy were all standing beside us. All of them were crying too. “Are you happy or sad?” Jacob asked, wiping his eyes. “Both I guess” I said, “I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas gift, but now I just want to take him in my arms and hold him, and kiss him, and tell him how much I love him, but I can’t.” “But,” said Dad, “you know he’s happy and healthy, and in a good home, and you’ve got a picture of him, and you know too, that his adoptive parents will help him find you when he’s older and ready to!” “Yeah,” I said, “I just hope he wants to someday.” “He will,” said Jacob, “I just know it!” I printed a few copies of the picture, and saved it as my wallpaper. I forwarded the e-mail to Lynn’s grandmother too. Then I wrote a reply to Mrs. Graham, thanking her, and asking her to thank Matthew’s family too. It was time to take Andy home. Elizabeth was surprised when Jacob decided not to join us for the ride. He winked at me as I we walked out the door. As we drove off, we talked about the day’s events. It had been quite the day. First the concert, then our fun afternoon together, then hearing about Dylan (I still wasn’t used to the name Matthew). Andy told me how happy he was that I’d found my son. He said he hoped someday to meet him too. Then he asked, “So, what’s up with you and Laney?” I snickered and said “I have no idea, she just started coming onto me!” Andy looked a little dejected. “Oh, stop worrying,” I said, “you know, you’re the one I love!” He grinned then. Up ahead was the spot I’d pulled off the road into a couple weeks earlier with Andy and Jacob, when we talked. As we approached it again, I suddenly pulled off into it. “What are you doing?” Andy asked. I said “I thought we could share a little Christmas make-out session, before I dropped you off!” Andy grinned. There were several pine trees that I was able to pull behind, so we had some privacy. There, in the falling darkness, as it continued snowing, and Christmas music played on the car radio, we made out, like any other young lovers do. As we kissed, I felt Andy’s hand begin rubbing my crotch. I rubbed his too. Both of us were hard as rocks. Silently Andy pulled away from me and leaned down, undoing my belt and jeans. He exposed my underwear, and reaching inside, wrestled my hardon out and went down on me. I leaned back watching the snow falling, stroking Andy’s bleachy blond hair, and listened to “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” as my best friend and lover sucked on my cock, deep throating me to the best of his abilities. In a couple minutes, my body tensed up, as I felt my orgasm building. Andy could feel it as well, and sucked on my tool even more urgently. “I’m gonna blow man!” I told him. He sucked up and down like a piston. I ran my hands through his hair, then, suddenly I shot my first volley of hot cum into his mouth and down his throat. He greedily swallowed it, making room in his mouth for the next shot. He must’ve swallowed a good 8 or 9 blasts of my jizz, before I finally finished cumming. He slowly licked me clean, and sat back up. I got myself dressed, then leaned down, and began to undress Andy. It was his turn then to enjoy the falling snow and music, while I gave his cock the same treatment, he’d just given mine. “White Christmas” played in the background as Andy passionately emptied his seed into my mouth and I swallowed his delicious spunk. I licked him clean, and sat back up, while he leaned back in his seat panting, a big grin on his face. After a minute he got himself dressed, and leaned over and we kissed again. Then he said sadly, “I hate to say this, but we better get going, it’s getting late!” I drove Andy the rest of the way home, and stopped in long enough to wish his parents a Merry Christmas. Then I left, giving Andy’s ass a squeeze as I went out the door. Back at home, Dad wondered what had taken so long. Jacob grinned at me liciviously. “Oh you just wanted me here to cook dinner” I said, grinning, heading to the kitchen. “I’ve got it all under control!” I hollered, as I went through the kitchen door. I’d started a ham in the oven earlier, and had popped some potatoes in next to it before I took Andy home. It was all just finishing cooking. I nuked some corn, and pulled a salad I’d made earlier out of the fridge. I filled a basket with dinner rolls as well. Jacob helped me get everything out on the table, and within 15 minutes, we were ready to eat. We had a nice dinner together, then after we picked up the dishes, we went back to the living room to open our own presents to each other. Dad popped the cork on one of the bottles of champagne Andy had given him and Elizabeth, and poured each of us a glass. “But Andy wanted you two to have those for yourselves…” I began. “Hush,” Dad said, “Elizabeth and I will enjoy the second bottle privately a little later. I trust you two can occupy yourselves a bit?” He raised his eyebrows expectantly, and looked at us. “Honestly Alan!” Elizabeth said, as Jacob and I snickered. I looked at Jacob and winked, as he grinned back at me. I stoked the fire, and Elizabeth put on some Christmas music, then we opened our presents to each other. Everyone laughed as Jack ripped the paper off his new rawhide bone and box of dog biscuits. He begged for a couple of biscuits, which I gave him, then after he’d eaten them, he took his raw-hide bone and laid in front of the fire to gnaw on it. Jacob and I went in together on our gifts to Dad and Elizabeth. We gave them each a sweater, and a gift certificate to their favorite romantic restaurant. They were both upset that we’d spent so much, on top of getting the fireplace in order and ordering the firewood, but we just told them to be quiet. They got both of us, new leather jackets. I also got a couple of CDs and a DVD I wanted. Jacob got a bunch of computer games too. We both got some books as well. I gave Jacob a necklace with a gold shamrock on it. On back I’d had engraved “Best Bro”. He loved it. Jacob had made me a set of bookends in shop class at school. They had picture frames on them, and he’d inserted a picture of him and Jack in one, and him and me in the other. He’d also screwed a little brass beylikdüzü travesti plaque to one. On it was engraved “World’s Best Brother”! I loved them, and gave Jacob a big hug! Dad and Elizabeth were smiling. Finally, all the packages had been opened, but one big, rectangular, flat one, that was shoved way in back, under the tree! “Who’s it for?” Jacob asked hopefully. Dad and Elizabeth looked confused too. “Guess you better pull it out and see!” I said grinning. He crawled under and pulled on it. “It’s heavy!” he said. Finally, he emerged pulling it after him. He read the tag. “Merry Christmas Bro, Love, John” He grinned and ripped the paper off. Then he ripped the box open, and inside lay a guitar case. His eyes got huge as he opened it and lifted out a new electric guitar – a Fender! “OH MY GOD!” he screamed, looking back and forth between the guitar and me in amazement. “Well, you’ve practiced a lot and play really well, so I thought you should have your own guitar!” I said. Still holding the guitar, he leaped at me throwing his arms around me, hugging me, shouting “Thank you so much!” I grinned and said “There’s an Amp to go with it – it’s in my closet – too big to wrap and stick under the tree!” “I can’t believe it!” he shouted, “Look at this” he said, showing it to Elizabeth and Dad. Both of them made a big deal over it, and Elizabeth looked at me and said “you’re too extravagant really, John!” “Nothing’s too good for my little brother!” I said looking back at her. She smiled then, with tears in her eyes. Dad just grinned. Jacob ran up the stairs and came back a minute later lugging the amp with him. He plugged it in, and hooked up the guitar to it, turned it on and strummed it a bit, tuning it. Elizabeth turned off the stereo. Then Jacob started playing TSO’s “Boughs of Holly”, which I’d taught him most recently. He couldn’t stop grinning. Dad and Elizabeth dutifully listened to a few more songs, then said that we might better all call it a night. Jacob, looked disappointed, but put his guitar away anyway. I said “tomorrow, we’ll play together!” “Alright!” he yelled. Elizabeth cringed, and Dad’s eyes rolled upward. I laughed. Dad went and got the second bottle of champagne then, and we all said “Merry Christmas” and “Good-Night”, then he and Elizabeth adjourned to their room for a “private Christmas celebration”. I grinned at Jacob after they’d gone upstairs and said “Hey – how’s about we go have our own ‘private Christmas celebration’ ourselves?” He grinned and said “You’re on!” So we closed up the fireplace, turned off the tree, and other lights, and let Jack out to pee. While he was running around in the snow, I poured a tumbler full of Baileys for Jacob and I to share. Then, once Jack came in, we went up to my room. Jacob sat on the edge of the bed, and Jack laid down in his bed on the floor in the corner and went to sleep. I turned on the little Christmas tree, and popped a Christmas CD in my boom box. “Before I forget, there’s one more present for you,” I said, going to my closet and pulling a blanket off a lump that sat on the floor in the back of my closet. I then produced the present and letter Duke had left for Jacob. Jacob looked confused when I handed it to him. “It’s from your dad,” I said, “he left it with me before he left.” Jacob’s face clouded over a little. He pulled the letter off it and opened it. There were copies of all the pictures we’d taken that last time we were altogether. Jacob passed them to me as he finished looking at them. Some of them were pretty good. Jacob then read the letter. Tears filled his eyes as he read through the letter. He was sobbing by the time he’d finished reading it. I sat down next to him and he turned to me, and leaned on me crying. I wrapped my arms around him and held him while he cried. After a minute, he pulled away and wiped his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Hey! You’re entitled,” I said, smiling at him. He smiled back wryly. “It just says how sorry he is that he’s missing spending Christmas with me, and he hopes his name’s cleared soon, so he can come home.” He folded the letter and put it in the envelope, and set it aside. Then he opened the present. It was a remote controlled airplane that could really fly. This finally brought Jacob’s smile back. He was thrilled. He’d always wanted a remote controlled airplane! After a couple minutes, Jacob put the plane aside, came to me and said “Do you think it’s safe for us to have sex, while Mum and Dad are home?” “I expect they’re a bit ‘Busy’,” I said, chuckling. Jacob smiled, and started to pull his shirt off. I pulled mine off as well. When we were both completely naked, Jacob crawled under the covers, and to the far side of the bed. I followed him. We pulled the covers over us and he snuggled over to me, and started to nuzzle my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, kissing him on the forehead. Already, I felt his erect penis, pressing against my hip. He ground it into me just a bit. I felt my own cock begin to harden. Next thing, I felt Jacob’s hand wrapping around it, as he began kneading it. I kissed him on the lips, and asked “so what’s your pleasure this evening?” He snickered and said, “I want you to fuck me!” “OK” I replied, “it’ll be my pleasure to ‘pleasure’ you!” We both snickered. As I reached for the tube of lube in my nightstand drawer, I felt Jacob moving down beneath the covers, and then, his mouth enveloping my engorged organ. “Oh God Jake, that feels good!” I exclaimed, as he began sucking up and down my hard rod. He sucked a little longer, and finally pulled off. “You got that lube?” he asked, “Cause I’m ready anytime you are!” I grabbed the lube, and he scooted back up and laid on his back next to me. He threw the covers off and pulled his knees up to his chest, holding them apart, which fully exposed his ass to me. “Let’s try it this way tonight,” he said grinning. I grinned and reached down and fondled his hard prick, which was laying flat against his lower abdomen, pointing at his navel. Jacob relaxed then, letting the air out of his lungs, and pulling his knees even further apart. I stopped, squirted some lube in my hand, and applied it to his asshole, and began to massage it. He groaned lowly, and took his cock in his hand and began masturbating, as I worked on his asshole. First, I worked one finger into his hole, and fingerfucked him with it, as he jerked off, moaning softly. A minute later, I added a second finger, causing his moans to become a bit louder. Finally, a minute after that, I added a third finger. Jacob finally pleaded “John, please istanbul travesti give me your cock now!” I squirted a bit more lube in my hand and lubed my hard cock with it. Then I positioned myself below Jacob, and leaned forward, so the head of my penis was pressing lightly against his rosebud. “Go ahead” he whispered hoarsely. I pressed forward, and met a little resistence. I pressed a little harder, and suddenly, as Jacob gasped audibly, his hole opened, and my greasy, hard cock, slid slowly up inside him, all the way to the hilt. “AAaawwWW! Ohhhh, that feels so good!” he groaned, as my hardon rubbed against his prostate gland. I waited a few seconds for him to get used to my being inside him, then I began to pull back out. Slowly, I began fucking in and out of the boy’s asshole, as he took his cock in his hand again, and resumed masturbating. I plunged in and out of him, slowly at first, quickening my speed, little by little, until I was rutting in and out of him at a good pace. Jacob was moaning all the time now, clearly enjoying being fucked. I suddenly began to feel my orgasm starting to build. I could tell Jacob felt the same way. I shoved my cock in and out of his slick, hot, hole, and he jacked off in time to my rythym. “Oh John!” he groaned, “it won’t be long now!” “Me too!” I gasped, as I sped up even more, pounding in and out of the boy for all I was worth now. It didn’t take long, before Jacob let out a stifled cry “I’m gonna cum!” “Me too!” I gasped. Suddenly I felt Jacob’s sphincter clamp tightly around my cock, as he gasped, and I felt a gob of his hot cum hit me in the chest. “Awww God!” he cried as he continued to pump shot after shot of cum. After Jacob’s first eruption, I too started cumming, filling Jacob’s rectum with my hot jizz, growling deeply with each load I squirted into him. After several spasms, both our orgasms began to subside. I slowed down and finally stopped pumping in and out of Jacob, and he stopped jerking off. Slowly, I slid out of his asshole, and leaned down and began licking his cum off his chest. I used a finger to wipe the gob off my chest. His cum was so tasty! He just laid there grinning, as I licked him completely clean. Then I used some Kleenex to clean my dick and his asshole off. We laid together for a few minutes savoring the afterglow of our sex, enjoying the christmas music, and the little tree. “Merry Christmas!” I said to him. “Merry Christmas to you to John,” he replied, “this has been the best Christmas ever!” “Yeah,” I said, “I think so too! C’mon, let’s grab a quick shower.” We showered together, washing each other off, slowly and sensually. Soon both our dicks were throbbing again, and we worked on each other, until we both spewed another load all over each other. We finally got cleaned off, and got out of the shower. Then we dried each other off, brushed our teeth, peed, and went to bed together in my room. Jacob fell asleep almost as soon as he was snuggled up to me, and I must’ve fallen asleep right afterward. The next morning, I woke to find Jacob gone. My door was ajar, and I smelled coffee. It was 9:00. I got up and pulled on my jeans, and followed the aroma of Hazelnut coffee downstairs. Dad and Elizabeth were in the kitchen having coffee and tea respectively, while reading the newspaper. Jacob had apparently, just wandered in and was getting some orange juice for himself. He looked half asleep yet, and his hair was a mess. “Merry Christmas!” I said as I walked into the kitchen. “Merry Christmas!” they all replied. Nobody seemed fully awake yet. Jacob poured me an OJ, and I poured myself a cup of coffee too. Jacob asked, “Can we have waffles this morning?” “Sure,” I said, mussing his hair, making an even worse mess of it than it was before. He snickered. “How’d everyone like Belgian Waffles with strawberries and whipped cream?” I asked. “Mmmm” “Sounds good” and “Great!” were their replies. So I set about making Belgian Waffles. We all enjoyed them, eating quietly. “Shall we got to church this morning?” Elizabeth asked. “We can if you’d like,” Dad said. Jacob rolled his eyes. I chuckled. “What time would that be?” I asked. “11:00, and it runs till noon,” Elizabeth said, “why?” “Just want to know what to do about dinner,” I said. “What is dinner?” asked Dad, looking up. “I’m roasting a goose, with chestnut stuffing, potatoes, veggies, and Plum pudding, with hard sauce for dessert!” I said, “a real English feast!” “WOW!” Elizabeth exclaimed. “Plum Pudding – I love it!” Jacob cried. Dad grinned, “well does church fit in with your cooking schedule?” “I think we can arrange that” I said. “Great!” Jacob muttered. We all laughed. We all showered and dressed after breakfast. I put the goose in the oven to roast, then we drove to church. Services were as you’d expect on Christmas: packed sanctuary, long-winded minister, and lots of religious Christmas music. Afterward, we drove home, and I spent the next hour in the kitchen working on our meal. Jacob kept bugging me to come and play my guitar with him, so once I had dinner under control, I got my guitar and the two of us played together for quite a while. It was a lot of fun, and I noticed that Jacob was really getting very good at playing the guitar. Around supper time, the goose was cooked, as was everything else, and we sat down and had a relaxing family Christmas dinner together. The plum pudding was a huge hit – especially with Jacob. Afterward, Dad and Elizabeth offered to clear the dirty dishes and load up the dishwasher, so Jacob and I went and played a little more. When they finished working on the dishes, Dad and Elizabeth came and listened as we played a couple of songs for them. Then they went to take a nap, before getting ready for work. Seemed unfair that they had to work on Christmas, but they said they had been lucky to get Christmas Eve off, since we were flying to the states in a couple days for vacation. While Dad and Elizabeth napped, then got ready for work, Jacob and I watched one of the movies he’d gotten for Christmas. As it was ending, Dad and Elizabeth came downstairs and announced they were leaving. We said “Good Night”, and they left. “So, what do you want to do now?” I asked Jacob. “Is there any Bailey’s left?” he asked. “I think so, but are you starting to turn into a drunk?” I asked, grinning. “No, it’s just so delicious and it made me so relaxed last night, before we had sex,” he said smiling, his eyes twinkling at me. “You little slut!” I teased, and jumped on him, wrestling him to the floor and tickling him, till he was practically screaming “UNCLE” through all his giggling. I stopped tickling him, and sat up. “OK – Baileys and sex it is,” I said grinning down at Jacob, who grinned back, still panting…. —————————————————————————- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.