The following story is fiction and does not necessarily represent the sexuality of Scott Bairstow, Devon Sawa, or Jonathan Taylor Thomas. The story is derived from the copyrighted movie Wild America, copyrighted by Warner Brothers.
I
"They're coming!" Marshall said, running down the hall toward Aubrey. "Get in the closet! Quick!"
The lights off, they waited like wet rabbits, trembling at the cool breeze sweeping into the room.
Slapping on a switch, Mark stormed into the room. "Why do I always get the short end of the stick?" he protested, turning when he got to the open window.
"Marshall is playing dirty with us," Marty said, slamming the wooden door behind him. "He's trying to get us so desperate that we'd let him do anything to us." He eyed Mark intensely, waiting for him to relent. "Crap!" he said, and pulled off his white shirt.
"What are you doing?" Mark said, pulling back.
"I'm not gonna let Marshall get the best of me, and right now, my balls are about to explode."
"You're not gonna stick your dick in me," the blond said.
"Why not? You have one hell of a butt!" Marty said.
"I'm not your girl! At the very least, you should let me fuck you too."
Marty stopped unzipping himself. "You frigging resist me, and I'll tell mom how many times you've fucked Jennifer."
Mark gaped in amazement. "Some brother you are," he said, his tone taking a seething edge. "I'm beginning to see how Marshall feels about us."
The words electrified the tawny lad with pleasure, and he smiled at his sister. His brothers' bond was dissolving, and the possibility arose of an alliance between him and Mark.
"You rattle on me, and I tell mom everything you've done to Marshall and me," Mark said.
"I see little brother has been teaching you a trick or two," Marty said, sarcasm emanating from his voice. "You tell mom anything, and I won't fucking speak to you again."
Their eyes locked like bull horns, and Marshall held his breath. On the one hand, if Mark held his ground, Marty would be forced to lend his ass to Mark--in exchange for the blond's butt. On the other hand, if Mark refused to enjoy Marty's ass, Marty would have to concede power to Marshall--if nothing else, to get back at the blond. Mark isolated, Marshall would become closer to Marty.
"Come on, bro," Marty said, his tone softer and pleading. "Tell me where else I can get relief. Mother will know instantly if me and Linda frag, and the other girls at school love to brag about guys screwing them. Dad would ground me for the rest of my life if he found out I'm screwing any girl at school.
"What about Marshall?" Mark said dopily.
"I have to fucking show him who's boss. Right now, he thinks he can get us to beg for his sexual favors, and he's just waiting for us to negotiate with him. You heard him the other night." He paced two steps to the side, then turned abruptly. "He's just aching to start bossing me around, and I won't fucking let him! And neither should you."
Mark stared pensively at the floor.
"You and I can form a true alliance against him," Marty said. "But we need to stick together--and that includes doing things for each other--so that he can't get to us anymore."
"I'm willing to do that," Mark said. "But true bonding is not where only you fuck me. A true alliance is where we do everything as equals."
To Marshall's surprise, Marty fixed his eyes pensively on the wooden floor.
Again, Marshall's heart stopped, as before his eyes lay his entire future! As exciting as his brothers bonding seemed, the idea threatened to make them too self-sufficient. And unlike them, Marshall lacked that luxury, for he would have to turn to his sister for sexual release, threatening the purity of his gayness.
"I'll suck you dry," Marty said.
"And then?"
"Then, I fuck you?" Marty said glibly.
"When do I get your ass?"
"Let's just focus on tonight. We can discuss the rest later."
"Fuck!" Mark said, unzipping his jeans. "If only I weren't so horny!"
II
If only Marshall had the money to fix Marty's film camera. Then, he could tape his brothers screwing and blackmail them into letting him fuck them. But Marty knew the camera was broken, and if he suddenly found out it was fixed, he might get suspicious about Marshall and guard his sexual activities more closely. Marshall would have to accept his 9-year-old sister's proposal instead.
"I don't know," Marshall said, sitting beside Aubrey in her bedroom. "We would have to . . . you know, to make my statement believable. I mean, Marty and Mark will want proof that we're . . . you know . . . before they're willing to think about jumping in on our boy-girl action. We might have to perform in front of them."
"But you'll be in a position to require them to give you their butts, that is, if they want my thingee," Aubrey said.
Marshall sighed. "I would like to hump them each, as much as I miss their fragging me." The lump intensified in his throat.
"Whatever you want, you'll be in a position to ask."
"And what will you get out of it," Marshall said, throwing a side glance at his sister.
"I don't know. With our brothers' macho arrogance, I think it'd be fun to make them do something humiliating--like kiss. Plus, the time I saw your brothers on top of you, you seemed so . . . excited . . . thrilled . . . passionate. You seemed to be having the time of your life. I think I'd like to experience that."
"Wouldn't I be enough excitement for you, assuming I could get it up long enough to put it in you?"
"You will be. But I want to experience exactly what you have."
"My brothers in you?" Marshall said.
"With you getting top priority. After all, you and I are the most alike."
"You're only 9!" he said, rising furiously.
"All the more reason to fuck me," she said, her language startling Marshall. "I can't get pregnant. And that will be added incentive for Marty and Mark."
"I am horny," he admitted. "And it might be fun to try sex with a girl. But this is pushing it too far."
"Please?" she said, making a pleading face. "We can stop if you don't enjoy it."
Tight-lipped, he bid a nod.
Smiling, she kissed him on the cheek and pulled off her yellow, short-sleeved shirt. Slowly, Marshall bared his boyish chest muscles . . . and again felt like his brothers. This only made him hornier, and he caressed her crotch from over her panties--the way he imagined his brothers touched their girlfriends.
"Take them off," she demanded, lying on the bed's white, flowerprinted quilt. The sunlight penetrating the white curtains amplified the room's lighting.
III
"Get out of here, vermon!" Marty said, raising his chin in his typical, aggressive manner.
"Why?" Marshall said. "You guys intend on making love?"
Mark scowled.
"That's right," the lad said, stepping further into the room. "I know
all about you guys, and it seems I'm not the only fag around here."
"What are you talking about?" Mark said, his tone dead serious.
"Heck, as of lately, I'm more into straight sex than you two," he continued.
"Really?" Marty said, smiling incredulously.
"Not that you guys left me with much of a choice, having turned to each other for comfort. But now, I've struck a better bargain than I could have ever imagined."
Marty chuckled. "With whom?"
"Who else?" Marshall said, turning aside as Aubrey entered the room.
"No way," Mark said, his mouth dropping.
"Do you honestly believe them?" Marty said. "They're trying to pull the wool over our eyes."
"Do you want us to prove it?" Marshall said freshly.
For the first time since Marshall could remember, Marty fell speechless. "I . . . um . . . it doesn't make a difference to me what the fuck you two do."
"Well, it should," Marshall said. "Because you can have a shot at her too, provided you agree to certain parameters."
"Par what?" Mark said, his ignorance never failing to incite Marshall--perhaps because the blond's intellectual vulnerabilities made him seem easier to manipulate.
"Parameters," Aubrey said, stepping beside Marshall.
"I'll let you guys think about it," the lad said, grinning wickedly, then took his sisters's hand as he headed back for the door.