The Angelic Sacrifice
By: Michael Smith
Author's Note: I would love to hear what you think of this story. Please e-mail to wetswimboy2000@yahoo.ca
Other Stories on Nifty:
Tom's Growing Up: gay male/incest Patrick's Innocence: gay male/incest Lost in a Book: gay male/incest A Cigarette on the Beach: gay male/incest
Being October, the sound of rustling leaves was a natural one for Brian Farmer. The sound he heard, however, had not come from leaves but from paper. Books were something that even at the age of twelve, he knew well. And so the attraction of a book in a secret room of the house that he was dreaming about at eleven o'clock p.m. on the night of October 30th, thirteen years ago, was too much for the boy to resist.
He put on his slippers and pulled a sweater over his bare chest. He began to walk through the large house, still half asleep but somehow knowing exactly where he was going. He reached behind the grandfather clock and feels around on the wall, until he found the handle which let him inside.
The small room was completely bare except for a small wooden table, a chair, a lot of dust and an open book. There was a light breeze, rustling the pages ever so softly. Brian sat at the chair and the pages stopped calling him over. They settled, open on two pages, that Brian had the urge to read out loud. He did not understand a word of the Latin text, but somehow hearing his own voice say the words was very comforting to him.
And then, all of a sudden, a figure appeared. The figure was a boy, tall and slender and naked, who also appeared to be twelve years old. But Brian noticed wings on the boy's back, and a glow, an inexplicable glow that lit up the entire room. He was the most beautiful thing that Brian had ever seen, and it was the first time in Brian's life that he had an almost unbearable sexual urge.
"You read from my book," said the boy, in a soft but masculine voice. "I heard you, and I appeared, and you know have a lust in you for me that only one person will ever be able to satiate. But beware, Brian Farmer. If you receive pleasure at the hands of your younger brother before he reaches the age of thirteen, he will die, and you will be alone forever. If, however, until then you can resist him, you will be gifted all the money you could ever dream of, but more importantly, he will be gifted with eternal youth, and will be yours forever."
The angel took a few steps closer so that he was standing at the opposite end of the table as Brian.
"But I don't have a younger brother."
The angel did not respond to this. He simply bent over and kissed Brian on the lips, keeping his lips touched to Brian's until Brian's orgasm was over. And then the angel disappeared. Brian placed his hand on his shorts, and felt wetness that he had never felt before after an orgasm. He found this remarkably satisfying, and it is with this thought that he slept very soundly that night, only to wake up in his own bed.
Exactly one year later, on the 30th of October, Brian's mother gave birth to a boy.
When Benjamin farmer was eight and a half years old, his parents passed away, and he was left in the family house under the care of his older brother, who at that time, was working as a languages teacher at a local school.
The house was beautiful. It was a large manor with a swimming pool and tennis courts, and all of the amenities. After they passed away, as Brian was old enough to care for his brother, he assumed the role of mother and father almost immediately. But he was scared of two things.
The first of these is that he had no idea how to raise a boy. Or a girl. Or any child for that matter. He had never even had a dog who he needed to take care of.
The second thing he was scared of was the angel. The angel in the form of a boy with the most beautiful body, who happened to look strikingly similar to the younger brother who Brian was now charged with spending a lot of time with in an empty house.
Slowly but surely, relatives left the boys increasingly alone. Many of the extended family had doubts about Brian's ability to raise Benjamin, but when they saw how caring he was towards the boy, these thoughts were replaced by a bittersweet happiness that Benjamin would grow up in a loving household, despite the absence of his parents. Also, being summer, Brian was at home. He woke up late one summer morning to Benjamin, kneeling beside him on his bed, staring into his eyes.
"Uncle Josh left."
"He left?" Brian said, rubbing his eyes. Now that he was awake he allowed himself a short stare at Benjamin, who was dressed only in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. "What time is it?" Brian had overslept.
"It's eleven. He said he didn't want to wake you, and that he would call you later." Uncle Josh was the last relative staying with the boys, and the plan was for him to leave that day. Brian sat up and pulled Benjamin towards him, holding the boy in his lap.
"Okay. So what do you want to do today?"
"I want to swim. We haven't gone swimming together since ..." He trailed off, but Brian knew what he was talking about.
"Let's have breakfast first though."
"Sure, I'll go get changed."
"You don't have to. There's nobody here anymore, remember? We can finally walk around the house in our undies," Brian said with a smile. Benjamin laughed before declaring that he wanted waffles for breakfast.
They put on slippers and walked across the sunny backyard to the pool house, carrying towels, swimming trunks and their changes of clothing. Without any hesitation, Benjamin quickly pulled off his clothes, revealing the body of a skinny eight year old with the penis of a boy, which has suddenly become slightly stiff because of the cold. Brian turns around to change so that Benjamin does not see his erection.
After sharing a quick shower, the boys jump into the pool and enjoy a long swim together. It is the first time in weeks that Brian has seen his brother truly laugh, and some of the fear that he had been experiencing about raising Benjamin went away with the sweet sound of the boy's laughter.
Since their parents death, doting aunts staying with them had taken to giving Benjamin his baths.
"Ben, I need to ask you something," Brian said while drying off outside the pool. "I know you're more than old enough to bathe yourself, so how come you let them give you a bath when they were staying here?"
"I don't know. I didn't really mind."
"Oh, okay. Well in that case, let's get into our bathtub and have a long one together."
They walked back to the bathroom in the house that they shared, and turned on the Jacuzzi tub.
"Go and throw your trunks in the laundry basket in your room while it's filling up."
"Why? Can't I just take them after?"
"No," Brian says. "I want you to do it now." Benjamin sighs and leaves the bathroom. Brian does the same and they return, both of them naked, Benjamin's body glistening from the lingering moisture of the pool.
They sunk into the hot water, and with a bar of soap, Brian mapped every part of his brother's body. During this, Benjamin remained silent and relaxed, enjoying the loving touch of his elder brother.
After dressing, Benjamin knocked on his brother's bedroom door. Brian, who was attempting to rid himself of the erection that came from giving his brother a bath, quickly pulled on his pants and opened the door to a Benjamin with unkempt hair, crumpled khaki pants and an old t-shirt. His lust for the boy standing in the doorway was almost too much to bear, and resulted in anger.
"Ben, this is unacceptable. Your hair is a mess, your pants aren't ironed and your shirt is ripped. Come back to your room." Brian grabbed the boys arm and pulled him back to Benjamin's bedroom, where he ordered the boy to strip. Benjamin did so, confused about the sudden change of mood in his brother.
"Pick up your pants. I'm going to show you how to iron clothes." Standing naked beside his brother, Benjamin was shown how to iron clothes.
"From now on Ben, if your clothes aren't ironed and clean, you will get a spanking. Do you understand?" Benjamin looked at the floor and nodded his head.
"Good. What we're going to do right now is go through all of your clothes. Let's get rid of whatever doesn't fit you, and make a list of whatever new clothes you need, and we'll go shopping tomorrow."
That evening, both of them wore only boxer shorts, and Benjamin sat on Brian's lap, Brian's arms around his younger brother's bare stomach, both of them covered by a comforter. The movie finished, but neither of them moved after the television was shut off. They were much too comfortable, and the sound of the rain lulled them both into a very deep and refreshing sleep.
It is in this way that they spent the years to follow. Brian and Benjamin had a lot of fun together, their relationship becoming closer every day. Brian's strictness remained, however, giving Brian that slight distance that he needed in order to resist the beauty of his younger brother's growing body.
As the boy grew older, his body became increasingly beautiful, as a result of which the spankings were increasingly harsh. But more than his body, Benjamin flourished in school, was loved by his teachers and friends, and he began to love Brian as much as Brian loved him.
Tomorrow is Benjamin's thirteenth birthday. Brian waits downstairs for his brother to get ready, as they are going to a relative's place for dinner. He shouts to Benjamin again, and gets no response. Brian goes upstairs and opens Benjamin's bedroom door, only to find the boy lying naked on his bed, playing in between his legs. Benjamin quickly stops when he sees his brother and covers himself with a pair of shorts.
For a few moments, Brian stands there, staring at his brother, not knowing what to say or do. Of course, he knows that this is an activity that Benjamin must engage in on certain occasions. But seeing it, Brian knows that he can no longer resist his brother. But still, he tries.
"Benjamin! We're really late, and this is why?" Brian takes off his jacket, and then his belt. He walks up to Benjamin, grabs the shorts and throws them to the floor. Benjamin's body is still smooth, his penis still small, and Brian watches the erection die down. "Turn over, now!"
Benjamin, with tears in his eyes, covers himself with his hands.
"I'm sorry," he says, his voice shaking. "Just give me a minute and I'll get dressed and we can go."
Brian slaps him. "Turn over." Benjamin does as he is told, and the belt lands with a satisfying whack over the boy's bare bottom. Brian cannot stop. He continues to beat the boy until suddenly, he realizes what he is doing, and he lets the belt fall from his hands. "Get dressed and come downstairs," Brian says, his own voice now shaking as well.
Brian picks up his belt and his jacket and leaves the room.
The boy comes downstairs, a sullen expression on his face.
"Ben," Brian says, "do you still want to go? What do you say about staying in tonight? We can order pizza or something."
"I don't care."
"Ben, I'm sorry. I got angry and I got carried away."
"It doesn't matter. I should have been getting ready. Even though you get to do it whenever you want to."
"What do you mean? How do you know when I do it?"
"I walk into your room all the time and you don't even know. And when I see that you're busy I just leave. I don't come in and start yelling at you." Benjamin turns around and retreats back up the stairs. Brian calls his aunt and cancels dinner.
The boy is lying on his bed, face down, sobbing into his pillow. Brian sits beside him, and kisses the boy's head, resting his hand on Benjamin's back.
"I'm sorry," Brian whispers.
"No you're not!" Benjamin says, turning around and wiping his eyes with his sleeve. "You're always hitting me for stupid things like this. And I think I know why."
"Why?"
"I don't know. It's stupid. Just forget it. I'm really hungry."
"I'm not going to forget it. I already cancelled dinner. Get changed into something more comfortable and I'll order a pizza and then we'll talk. Okay?" Benjamin nods his head.
They sit on the couch, like they did that night when the rain lulled them to sleep.
"What were you going to tell me Ben?"
"Look, it's really stupid. It was just a dumb dream, and I don't even really understand it."
"Just tell me about it."
"Fine. But you're just going to laugh at me."
"I promise I won't."
"Fine. Remember when you spanked me last week? I don't remember for what. But that night I dreamt that someone, well actually it was an angel, came into my room while I was sleeping. So I asked the angel why you spank me so much, and he said that you do it because you want me so badly but you can't have me so that's what you do to make up for it. Then he left. See? I told you it was stupid. If it's just because you want me, we live together. So it's dumb."
"That's not exactly what the angel meant by me wanting you. I have a story to tell you that's pretty stupid as well, but I think it's just as real as yours." Brian tells Benjamin the story of what happened to him on his own thirteenth birthday. "...and I have wanted you, in that way, for a long time." The doorbell rings. The boys eat their pizza in silence, in the kitchen, then return to the couch.
"My birthday is in two hours," Benjamin says, breaking the silence. "If we just stay away from each other until then ..."
"Hold on Ben. You don't want to do this. Just because after you're thirteen, I can, it doesn't mean that I will."
"Why? I love you Brian, I'll do anything for you."
Brian lies naked on his bed. Benjamin is standing up. It is half past eleven, and Benjamin is dressed in as many layers as he managed to put on. He starts slowly, removing each piece of clothing slowly and carefully while Brian watches. Music plays in the background, and with every beat from the music and movement from Benjamin, Brian becomes more and more turned on.
Finally, fifteen minutes later, Benjamin drops his shorts and walks up to the bed. He lies beside his brother, and Brian kisses the soft pink lips offered to him. Benjamin then lies on his back and closes his eyes.
Brian leans over and kisses the boys neck, moving from there to nibbling on Benjamin's small ears, exciting the boy's nipples with his tongue, and finally taking Benjamin's penis into his mouth, exploring every imperfection on the skin with his tongue, and tasting the warm salty liquid.
"Hey," Benjamin says softly. "That's never happened before."
"What hasn't?" Brian asks, laying down again himself, with a throbbing erection.
"Nothing's ever come out before."
"Well, you're growing up. What time is it?"
"I have two minutes." Brian closes his eyes, and his younger brother imitates everything that Brian just did. The feeling for Brian is like nothing he has ever experienced. And then, finally, he feels the boy's warm mouth around his erection. Benjamin's mouth is closed tightly around Brian's penis, and he moves his head upwards and downwards, as directed by Brian's hand on his head.
And then he feels it. The cum rushing out into Benjamin's mouth, this pleasure that Brian has been waiting for since the day he was born, this immense pleasure that he will never feel again because never gain in his life will he have to wait so long for sweetness of his brother's flesh.
When it is over, Benjamin leaves. Brian hears the shower, but the boy does not return. He goes instead to his own bedroom, to try and forget about the sacrifice he has just made for the brother that he loves so much. And Brian knows that the pleasure he has just felt cost his little brother something, but he knows too that Benjamin is ready to begin growing up.
The End