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Subject: My Brother’s Keeper 7 *Please email me your comments and suggestions*. I love to hear from my Readers. Please don’t copy my work or call it your own, or publish it anywhere else without my permission. Consider donating to (http://donate./donate.html) to keep this amazing site going. ail ______________________ Farm work isn’t for sissies. That is not to say that it can’t be done by women. My godmother, Rina, was a 6ft lesbian who worked her own farm all her life and she and her partner made a great success of it. Too bad when she died her family got everything because in those days lesbian partners didn’t officially exist and as such, couldn’t inherit anything. She tactfully disappeared and left the farm to Rina’s brothers and their offspring. But, I digress. Farm work is not for sissies. Let me rephrase that. Farm work is not for the faint of heart. Many sissies could, no doubt, also run a farm and do the hard work required. Fuck, when did the world get so PC? And, thank god it did. I was glad I had the presence of mind to apply sunblock before I went out on the scrambler. The sun was searing and unforgiving. The cobalt sky sported not a cloud as we toiled to keep up with the inexorable demands the farm made on time and sweat. When lunchtime arrived we sat in the shade of the bakkie and drank the coffee in the thermos and ate the sandwiches that had been prepared for us by the housekeeper. We made some very small talk, our gô being more or less uit (Sy gô is uit – He is done for). The workers were yelling at each other in their customary exuberance, as if they were on opposite sides of the Grand Canyon rather than right next to each other, while we murmured to each other in European reticence. They also seemed to be relatively unaffected by the morning’s hard work. Ok, it was only me that felt like I had run a marathon, or dug a trench single-handedly. Freek and Hennie seemed fresh as daisies. “So what did you two get up to?” Hennie asked, not clarifying since it was all too clear what he was referring to. I looked over at Freek, who was sitting right next to us. “Yes, what did the two of you get up to?” Freek reiterated the question, and then added, “Who are we talking about here?” “Nobody-” I started but Hennie interrupted me. ” – Dawid and Mpho,” he clarified. “From what I understand Sussie almost walked in on them polishing each others’ pipes.” He snorted with laughter. I was going to deny it but I saw comprehension flood Freek’s face. “Ooohh,” is all he said. I felt my face burn and I took a swig of my coffee trying to come up with something reasonable to say. “Ja, he’s good with that,” Freek added cryptically. I assumed he’d also had his pipe polished and that Mpho had done the deed, at least in some cases. “Whaaaat?” Does everybody around here seem to have an unspoken agreement that there is a network of pipe polishing afoot with Mpho being the tacitly nominated kingpin? “Let’s talk tonight, Dawie,” Freek confirmed, and with a “gmf!” I let it lie. There was a moment’s silence as we sipped our coffee. “So what did the two of you get up to?” Hennie reiterated. I decided to play the game and no longer be the coy vestal virgin. “Well, why don’t you go first? I’d like to know what kind of company I’m in,” I replied. Another significant look passed between Freek and Hennie. I decided I’d had enough. “Listen, you two, if you don’t let me in on what’s going on on this farm, I don’t see any reason that I should hang around. If my best friend is keeping secrets from me with the farm manager, it only confirms for me that I have no place here and might as well go back to my real life in the city. At least there the crooks are crooks and don’t hide behind good-boy masks.” “Fair point,” Freek affirmed. “Dawie, let’s talk about it tonight at the braai when Shawnie is there. You’ll understand then why it’s important. Let me just say one thing: nobody gets hurt and nobody uses anybody. Everybody is a person.” Wow. That really puts my mind at ease! I pictured a network of pipe polishing that now included my underage stepbrother and at least one farm worker, as well as my best friend and the farm manager. What could be so alarming about that? I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. But I wondered if I would have to end up being my brother’s keeper. I was distracted when a text buzzed on my phone. “Dawie, what must I bring to the braai?” Who the hell could this be? It wasn’t Shawnie, since I had his number and so it would have appeared on the screen. ankara eve gelen escort There was only one other possibility… I leaned over to Hennie and showed him the text. He hooted with laughter. “Sussie gaan vir jou ore aansit!” (Literally – Sussie is going to put ears on you. Sussie is going to teach you a lesson) “Waddefok gaan ek vir haar sê?” (What the fuck am I going to tell her?) “Tell her we are going to discuss family matters,” Freek volunteered. “I tried that. She seems to be very stubborn.” “Sy soek jou bloed, boetie. Susan gee nie maklik op nie,” Hennie warned. (She’s after your blood. Susan doesn’t give up easily.) “Don’t you like her? She’s turned into a beautiful young woman. Half of the young men Lindley are after her,” Freek assured me. “The other half have given up because she is a fire-breathing dragon. She’s still the same terror she was when she was a little brat, only now she’s grown up.” There was a note of resignation in Hennie’s voice. “I warn you, brother, if she has her eye on you, it’s going to be hard to say no. You’d better lay the ground rules now. Don’t play games. If you end up with her, she will rule the roost unless you show her you’re the man in the house NOW!” Hennie didn’t sound like he was joking anymore. I looked at the screen on my phone. “Susan, thanks for the offer, but we have family business to discuss. Another time,” I typed. I showed Hennie the screen. He did a facial shrug and I pressed send. There was a pause while I waited for her to receive the text and digest the refusal. “Ok, Dawie, have a good time! (Smiley face emoji). Tell Hennie Ma and Pa are expecting him for dinner, then.” I showed Hennie the text. “Die teef is nie onder `n kalkoen uitgebroei nie,” (The bitch isn’t a fool) Hennie warned. “You are going to have to find a reason to be out if you want to come,” Freek pointed out the obvious. “Don’t worry I’ll think of something,” Hennie reassured me. I was relieved. I wanted him with me, not only because I wanted to know his role in the pipe-polishing mafia, but also because I felt my heart pulling towards him. I looked into his eyes and his softened as he put his hand on my knee. “I’ll think of something,” he reiterated and we got up to carry on the never-needing task of mending fences. __________________ I was standing in the shower. God, I was exhausted. Not even when I had started my carpet cleaning business and I was the only one who went from townhouse to townhouse to manually clean the carpets with a rented machine, did I ever feel as tired. My bones felt like lead. I allowed the hot water to cascade over my face. Then I turned around and felt the warm liquid massage the knots in my shoulders. The door opened and I instinctively put my hands in front of my private parts. “Doesn’t a man have any privacy in here?” I asked Shawnie who was unzipping at the toilet. He seemed unperturbed as he fished out what looked like a surprisingly long schlong and released his flow in the toilet bowl with a masculine thunder. “Aaah,” he sighed with relief. “Sorry, Boet, (brother) I was bursting. Ek het `n pis soos `n tog-os,” (I have a piss like an ox) “What you hiding there, brother? Anything worth seeing?” Shawnie wasn’t piss shy, that’s for sure, and judging by his assets I could see why. “Come on, no need to be embarrassed. Even small cocks are nice. As long as it does the job!” “I don’t have a small cock,” I said in a tone that sounded defensive, even to me. He shook the remaining drops off his dick and turned to face me, not bothering to hide his cock which was beginning to chub up through his fly. “How’s the foreskin, still sore? Come let me have a look.” He stuck his hand out as if to grab at my penis and I pulled away like a prudish maiden. “Shawnie, what’s the matter with you? What’s the matter with everybody here? Are you all sex-crazed maniacs?” “From what I hear you’re the one who was playing around with the staff this morning,” he cackled and started to take his clothes off. “What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, alarmed. “I’m getting in the shower with you while there is still some hot water left, cos you’ve been in here for hours and the coal stove only warms so much. Step aside,” he commanded and I obeyed before I could stop myself. Shawnie only came up to my shoulder but his body was tight and well-shaped. He was a stocky 14-year-old, with some nice muscles, gained in his farm work. No gym bunny here. He was all boy and his heavy gaziantep escort ball bag attested to that fact. Did I just comment on his ball bag? What the fuck was happening to me? “Excuse me,” he said leaning towards me and retrieving the soap from the dish behind me, with his face looking right up at mine, our chests touching. Which meant my dick was nudging his belly button. “It doesn’t feel that small, Dawie, you shouldn’t be so ashamed of it,” he wheedled, and fuck me if I didn’t feel his other hand cup my balls and test the heft and weight as if he was making an expert assessment. “For fuck’s sakes, Shawn, we’re brothers! Leave my dick alone,” I whined and pulled away, or tried to but he had a grip on my knackers and he wasn’t letting go. “Shawn, is it? Am I in trouble? I only get called Shawn when somebody wants to scold me. Do you want to scold me, Davey?” My dick, traitor that it was, smelled action and was chubbing up nicely, thank you very much. In self-defence, I turned my back on Shawnie, but that was a bad move. The little shit was quite the predator. “Mmmm,” he said, as his hand cupped my ass. “What have we here? Is this the angle you’d like me to see, Davey? It’s quite a good view, I have to say.” The door opened and Freek stepped in. What the fuck, what was this? Johannesburg station? He fished his substantial dick out and soon a thundering stream hit the water. “What are the two of you up to? Is there any hot water left?” His stream ceased abruptly and I looked over my shoulder to see him undressing. “Shawnie, don’t scare your brother. He doesn’t know how dominant you are yet.” He stepped into the crowded shower and we were pressed up against each other like slippery human sardines. I felt a hot stream hit my leg and fuck me if Freek wasn’t pissing on me. “Sorry boys, I didn’t finish in the toilet cos I can see there will be no hot water left if I don’t rush. Cosy in here, aye?” The close proximity pushed Shawn’s hardon (the diminutive, `Shawnie’ no longer seemed appropriate in the light of his recent behaviour) into my cleft from below (he was shorter than me) and now it became obvious why I would no longer be able to think of him as my `little’ brother. He shoved his pole between my legs and I could feel his knob hit my balls from behind. He put his arms around me and pulled me into him and slowly fucked the slippery space between my cheeks. “Shawnie, behave yourself,” Freek admonished, “we need to have our talk first, and see how Dawid-” “Davey-” Shawn corrected. “David-” I corrected Shawn and it seemed incongruous that I should be squabbling about my name at such an interesting time. “We need to have our talk first,” Freek repeated, “and see how David feels about the situation before you hump his leg like a randy chihuahua.” “Spoilsport,” Shawn muttered and pulled his baseball bat from between my legs. This was no chihuahua dick, that was for sure. I turned myself around to face the two, and my dick, hard as a pole, pointed straight up. “And what have we here?” the two of them said in stereo. I slipped past them and lunged for a towel to escape their attentions. I felt like a naked virgin in a male hostel. They giggled like schoolgirls. “You’d better get your act together. Hennie will be here soon,” I warned. “Hennie is here already,” the voice from behind me confirmed my fears. “Oh look, your piepie is hard!” he added. “Jissis mense, is julle net fokken jags verby?” I wailed. (Jesus people, are you just past horny?) “Mens sou sweer julle kry nooit `n naai nie en as ek die ding só kyk lyk dit my julle naai maar fokken gereeld onder mekaar!” (One would swear you never have a fuck and if I have to guess, you fuck each other regularly.) There was raucous laughter and I shot past Hennie to get to my clothes, and that didn’t stop him from making a grab for my rapidly softening cock as I passed him. Later, as we sat by the fire, beer in hand (all except for Shawn, who was underage and didn’t like the taste when he was offered the option) the conversation was more sedate. We talked about the day fixing fences, Shawnie’s day at school and the weirdness of my parents’ absence. The transition wasn’t so marked, as far as the farm went, because Freek just carried on where he had left off, and Shawn had to go to school as usual, but the routines were off, no longer including the debriefing sessions Freek would have with my Pa, and the delicious meals and homely atmosphere that Ma provided. The huge old opstal (farmhouse) ankara gerçek resimli escort stood empty, while Freek, Shawnie and myself lived in Freek’s manager’s house. Nice as it was, it was cramped for the three of us. “I’d like to move back into the big house,” I opened. I would like my own room and privacy. Shawnie, while it looks like you pretty much live here with Freek, you also live there normally, don’t you?” “Well, more or less,” Shawnie answered, and his face was hard to read in the firelight. “Shawn has been living with me for a year now,” Freek answered for him. He didn’t look at me, but rather into the fire, as he fiddled with the coals and the meat on the grill. The delicious smells that came from that direction, along with the smoke from the fire were a real sign that I was home. “You mean, Ma and Pa were ok with what’s going on? …whatever that is…what is it?” Freek sat upright and for the first time looked me in the eye. “Shawnie came to us when he was nine, about six months after I started here, which was about three months after you left,” he started. “He was a cute little bugger, but he was a little skittish and afraid of your Ma and Pa because he had been abused by his own parents when he was a baby and a small boy. He was removed from their care because a neighbour reported suspicious behaviour to the police. Later his school also confirmed that they picked up that he was often bruised, and fuck knows why they didn’t report that to the police or child services.” He leaned over and put his hand on Shawn’s knee. Shawnie looked small and for the first time, it struck me that he had a life before he came to the farm. He put his hand on Freek’s and then made a comical `I don’t know’ face at me. The little shit had a lot of spunk, that’s for sure. “He seemed to think of me as kind of a big brother, and seemed to feel safe around me-” “- No, I thought I needed a bodyguard and you looked big and docile enough to do the job. He’s always been good at following my instructions,” Shawnie finished his sentence. “Yes, Shawnie has never been scared to tell me what to do. I went along with it because it seemed to give him a feeling of safety and being in control. Your parents felt it was good for him to have a safe person, and so slowly but surely he became almost normal. It took about a year before he settled down. By this time he was spending most of his free time with me, and your Pa thought it wasn’t a bad thing because he was learning about the farm in the process.” “One day we were in the fields, just me and Freek, checking the fences and Freek said he needed to take a piss,” Shawnie continued the story. “For a while, I had been curious about his dick but was too shy to look when I had the chance. But that day my piepie was hard all the time. It was happening more often and when Freek had his out to piss I asked him if his ever gets hard for no reason. While he was pissing he explained to me about puberty and how my pieletjie was preparing to do the work it was designed for. While he was pissing his dick was getting bigger and he pointed that out to me, to show me that it was normal.” The two of them giggled a little. “I also needed to pee and I took my cock out but it was so hard I couldn’t. We laughed about that and Freek was done pissing and by this time his cock was rock hard and sticking up. I asked him what was making his dick was hard. He said it was seeing my hard pieletjie. It was a lot smaller then,” Shawn said and laughed. “You were hard looking at a small boy cock?” I asked incredulously. “Isn’t that kinda sick?” “It’s not something I planned and also not something that I thought of before. It just happened and Shawnie was curious. Boys get hard all the time and I put it down to the situation,” Freek explained. “But it got a bit weird soon after, hehe,” he sniggered. “Yes, I asked if I could touch Freek’s cock. I wanted to know what a big man cock feels like.” “And you let him?” I was incredulous. Shawnie lifted his eyebrows at me. “Well, I asked Pa afterwards if it was ok, and he told me you asked him the same thing and he let you because you were curious.” “Oh, fuck, that’s true. And Pa and I jacked off together sometimes once I started doing that. He taught me everything about my cock and made it so it wasn’t weird.” My eyes misted up at the memories. “Same here,” Hennie said. “My Pa and I also played with each other’s dicks when I asked him about all that stuff. He said it is normal for guys to wank together and that it was only weird if you got hung up about it. I think he and your Pa also used to jack off sometimes.” My dick was rock hard. “I think we should jack off together now,” I said And that’s what we did. ______________ Let me know if you enjoyed this on ail Check out my other fty//gay/beginnings/rivers-of-living-waters

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