Brotherly Love

Hey everyone. Just so you all know... I do not own the thunderbirds... sadly... but enjoy the 'brotherly love'. Oh I'm also really not making anything off of these short storys. Their just for my amusment and yours. O.o

Brotherly Love

“OH GOD SCOTT!” Gordon moaned as I moved to take more of him into my mouth. I know just how he likes it. My Gordo, the sight of him on my bed, naked and all mine. Glancing up at him, our eyes locked and I removed my mouth and traveled back up his body. Hovering over his mouth for just long enough for him to grab at me and drag me into a passionate kiss. Gordon had had enough of my teasing, he was taking over. I love it when he takes over. I was forced onto my back and gave in willingly to my little brothers’ touch. Ever so slowly he trailed his long and elegant fingers down my bare chest as he nuzzled into my neck. Gordon’s hand left my body for only a second, only to reappear at the entrance to my body. I tried to relax as he slipped one finger then the second onto me. Moaning loud as he scissored them then crocked them back quickly. Dimmitt he’s good at that I thought. Raising his head, Gordon looked me right in the eye. His honey brown eyes watching me, with a look of arousal in them.

“P-please… Gord… Gordo… please now!” I moaned out.

Gordon moaned at my scattered words. I know he loves to see me like this; he will start to make the most delicious sounds while trying to get me to say his name more. I watched him reach into the bedside table and go strait to where he knows I keep my lubricant. I helped him apply it to his throbbing member, giving it a bit of a squeeze. He growled at me and the next thing I knew, my baby brother forced his way into my tight body.

“HOLLYFUCKINGHELLGORDON!” I yelled closing my eyes for a moment.

I ran my hands up and around the tense muscles of his back and griped tight to him and pulled him closer. I opened my eyes to meet his but he was looking down. Following his gaze I could see what he was looking at. The sight of him thrusting into me was one of the most delicious things I have ever seen. We both looked up at the same time our eyes meet in the dim light of my bedroom. A sudden heat of passion passes through us and Gordon slowed down his rhythm and leaned down and kissed me so softly. I never knew he could be so gentle. I let out a soft sigh as Gordon’s gentle fingers ran down my sweat slicked face lovingly, down the curve of my neck to my heaving chest. Those fingers ran down my abs to come to rest on my throbbing erection. I moaned his name as he picked up the speed. The thrust of his hips, matching the rhythm of his hand. The world began to white out as I was coming to the end.

“BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!”

“DAMMITT” I cursed under my breath as I awoke form my dream.

Looking down at my body, I could see that I officially have to change the sheets. I’ll have to make sure I get those to the wash. Grandma would have a heart attack if she saw what I just did to my fresh sheets she put on yesterday.

“SCOTT CARPENTER TRACY!!!” Looking up I came eye to eye with a very angry Grandma.
“What are you still doing in bed? Come on up you get.” She said as she tried to pull me from my bed.
“Grandma” I said “That’s not a good idea.” She had finely pulled the sheets off of me and still tugging on my arm noticed the mess.
“My God Boy!” she shrieked. “I told your dad that the sinful dreams would come back if he took you boys from the outside world, where all the women are!” How embarrassing. “Grandma, please go. Please” I pleaded.

See Grandma seemed to blame the devil for all the wet dreams me and my brothers had while going through puberty. She didn’t get that boys our age should want sex. Sex was for reproducing offspring. I feel bad for Grandpa. No wonder he passed away. The excitement of all the under dressed women on cable finely got to him. He probably hadn’t been laid since dad was conceived. She finely gave up and left the room. I found out later that she taken the issue to dad and John had over herd the whole thing because he and dad had been talking over the com link to TB 5. I’m just glad she doesn’t know who I was dreaming about. Something tells me I would be permanently replacing John on Thunderbird 5 if dad found out I was dreaming about my little brother.

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I watched him swim through the water. Concentrating on his routine swim after dinner. You’d think he was afraid to gain wait or some thing. No one was around. Dad was on a business meeting and Brains went with him, Alan and Tin Tin disappeared into the jungle after dinner again and would be gone all night. Virgil has gone up to TB 5 with supplies and just to see how John is, and Fermat went with Kryano and his wife and Grandma to the mainland. As for us, it’s just me and my Gordon.
God I can never get enough for those hard mussels on his back as he becomes one with the water again. After a couple of laps he notices me sitting here, watching him with a sly smirk on my face. Gordon smiles at me in the grin he seems to always leave for me. He comes over to the side of the pool with the grace only he has in the water.

“And what might I ask are you up to?” Gordon asks in a cheeky voice.
“Just relaxing” is my reply. Smooth Scott, real smooth.
“Right…” Gordon says. His eyes roaming over my strong, tanned, bare chest.
He just stared at me for a couple of beats.
“Are you going to be ok over there G?” I asked in a seductive way.
“Yeah… I was just thinking…” he began, but stopped before he had said too much.
“What’s that?” I asked. If I give him a little push, I know he’ll tell me what he was going to say.
“I herd Grandma ranting on to dad that you had a little ‘accident’.” Gordon said slyly.

I just about died just there… What did he say? He herd what Grandma was saying. Oh shit. That’s it; my life has to end now. Bye bye cruel world, see ya, Adios! Dammitt why is he still looking at me…

“Oh… a… well you see…” I began, but was cut off by Gordo’s next words.
“Remember Scott, my bedroom is right next to yours…” Gordon said slyly, and then began to blush.

Oh god. What the hell is that suppose to mean? He can’t know… can he? No. It was a dream.

“I herd you talking in your sleep. Just before grandma showed up.” Gordon said quietly. “I herd you say… Well… I herd my name. You are always calling my name at night.” He had started to ramble on. Oh god. He knows.
“…and so I came into your room a few weeks back, I thought something was wrong so I tried to calm you down and wake you up… Then you rolled over and I tried to rub your forehead like mom use to and you sighed, and the next thing I know you had a… a… you know!” Gordon said gesturing with his head towards his crotch.

I seriously thought I was going to be sick. Right there. Dinner was coming up soon. But then something happened that I could only dream about, and trust me, I dream about it a lot! Gordon had climbed out of the pool and headed over to me. He crouched down in front of me and said “Scott I love you bro. Tell me what you need to tell me. Nothing happened, it felt like an eternity, and then Gordon suddenly rubbed his soft lips against mine. His lips left mine and he looked at me in that look I had dreamed of and smiled. When I smiled back and slowly pulled him back to me, our lips met, and a sudden heat passed through me into him. God, this was better then I ever thought it would be. Our tongues rubbed against each other and he let out the most quite and sexy moan I have ever herd. I felt his hands on my chest, pushing me back into the lounge chare. Gordon then slipped on to my lap and straddled my legs. There we were. In each others arms. It felt so right.
We had sat there snoging like two new lovers for almost an hour. We had got up to take this steamy session to our bedrooms before someone came home. I had an idea though. It had to do with chocolate sauce, whip cream and fresh strawberries. When I pulled them out of the fridge, Gordon looked at me in a sexy little grin.

“You’ve been wanting this for a long time, haven’t you?” He asked curiously
“You have no idea” I grinned
“Then show me.” He whispered.

That was all the encouragement I needed. We ended up running to my room giggling like two little school girls. The giggling I mean, we run like men! When we got there, the ‘supplies’ we brought were dumped on the bed, and Gordon practically jumped on top of me. It didn’t take long for our clothing to be a forgotten pile on the ground. We rolled around on the bed kissing and touching everything we could. He felt so good, so real. Our eyes meet in the candle lit room and a spark ran up my spine. Leaning away from him and towards the goodies, his eyes never left me. I got a hold of the chocolate and strawberries.

“We seemed to have lost the whip cream” I laughed
“Oh well, we still have the chocolate sauce.” Gordon said in a seductive voice.

I moved towards my Gordon and watched his eyes as he watched the chocolate sauce get lightly pored on his bare chest, down his abs, across his left thigh and ending at his knee. Slowly I ran my fingers down the line of chocolate. Bringing my chocolate covered fingers up to my lips, I stared him in the eye as I sucked my first finger clean, then the second. Gordon clamed my third finger. I groaned as his soft full lips closed around my finger. Gordon moved his tongue to swirl up and back down my finger. I felt a familiar heat run down my body to come to a rest in my groin.
In my free hand I picked up a strawberry and began running it lightly across his body. Running it around his prominent abs, down the soft hip and pelvic region. Lifting the berry to my lips and taking a bite. I let the sweet fruit run along my lips then reached forward to feed it to my beautiful little brother. Gordon gladly accepted it in his mouth and growled as I teased it back away from him, and back to my lips. He groaned and captured my lips again and stole the fruit back.
Picking up a new berry, I once again traced Gordon’s body with it. Soft mews escaped him as I let it lightly trace the curve in his body where his abs end and pelvises begins. Bringing the fruit up to his lips again, tracing them lightly then letting him have the taste he wanted. We continued like this for almost another hour. Finely he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Where are you going?” I asked as he stood up suddenly.
He paused and said “To the shower love” in a sexy sigh. “Care to join me?” he asked innocently.

He disappeared into the bathroom as I jumped out of bed and almost landed on my face. When I reached the shower he was already in it. Having his back to me gave me the pleasure of seeing his much admired back and his cute bum. I couldn’t take it. I had to have him and I had to have him now. Roughly grabbing his hips, I pushed my hard on up against his but. My lips found the soft spot where his shoulder meets his neck. Gordon put his hands out in front of him to brace himself as he parted his legs, giving me entrance to his body.

“Are you sure Gordy?” I asked gently
“Oh God. Yes Scott. Please. I need you in me! Now!” He replied almost begging.
“Its gonna hurt baby.” I said softly
“I don’t care I want you.” This was all the persuasion I needed.

I gently pushed one finger into him. A sharp intake of breath told me it was all right, the second finger was met by a loud moan. Crossing my fingers then quickly scissoring them. The sounds he was making made me want to do anything to keep them coming out of him and wondering how I could make them come out louder. That part was easy to figure out. I pulled my fingers out and slowly thrust my hard cock into him.

“OH GOD SCOTT!” There it was the phrase I wanted to hear.

His begs of faster only mounted my arousal. I think I was making some kind of low growling noise, but didn’t care. I had him right where I wanted him. I let my arms come around his body, and let them run down him to come to his weeping hard-on. I gently began to stroke him and matched my thrusts to my hand movements. It didn’t take long for him to start moaning my name, slowly getting louder.
“SCOTTOHHUHHFUCK!” He yelled as he came into my hand. His mussels tightened around me and I thrust one last time to help the orgasm that ripped through my body. I let out a loud moan of his name and felt my legs buckle. Holding on to him was the only reason I stayed upright. After catching our breath and standing by my own power, I pulled out and let him turn to me. He kissed me passionately in the afterglow of out love making.
That night I got to hold and be held in the arms of the man I love. So maybe my love for him differs to my love for my other brothers, but who am I to complain. My Gordo loves me back, he told me so. Over and over as I had him in my grasp, in MY shower. I just wonder… What the hell happened to the whip cream?


The End