I woke the next mornin' the usual hustle of our mornings was replaced with the calm relaxing flow of Sunday. Me and Darry didn't have work today, so as usual we were just going to bum around the house all day.

My eyes opened adjusting to the early morning sunlight pouring in through the window, I 'membered what had happened last night. I was a bit shocked, if I remember correctly, to wake to the feelin' of my kid brother sucking my dick. I was more surprised at how good he was at it. I hadn't really slept around in my post-puberty years, but he was better than any girl who had ever tried. I smiled, turning my head to look at my kid brother sleeping beside me, he was handsome; although he seemed to believe that he was ugly or sometin' last night.

I crawled out of bed, walking slowly towards the door. I realized I wasn't wearing my underwear; I guess Pony had slipped them off. Laughing as I walked to the dresser and got out a fresh pair, at least the smelled fresh. As I slipped them on I felt something brewing deep in my gut. It was an odd feeling, a mix between grief and love. I felt bad about leavin' him like that, but I just walked out the door. It wasn't like he wouldn't see me no more today.

I cooked breakfast, the coffee was hot 'n fresh as Darry plopped his rear-end in a chair at the kitchen table, after serving himself a cup. He was starin' out the window, as usual. I knew he would pretend to be watching a bird or somethin' when Ponyboy came into the room. Only he knew what he was looking for, I could only guess. The days since Mom and Dad's passing brought us many hardships, me dropping out of school to help pay the bills, Ponyboy getting' hollered at for not making the marks Darry expected of him, Darry himself constantly over-workin' himself.

Sometimes we barely managed to keep the lights on, other times I was glad that us Curtis boys was tough. That's tough, spelled t-o-u-g-h, meaning ruff.

Ponyboy walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Darry's head snapped away from the window quickly, his neck popped with the turn. Ponyboy wished Darry and me a good morning, before taking a spot at the kitchen table. The pain, that usually resided in his face in a miserable scowl, was gone the look of the stars in his eyes and clouds in his head. I smiled as I turned back to the stove, I was cooking breakfast again. Today was plain old eggs , bacon, and toast; the eggs being in Pony's favorite form, scrambled. Darry's was sunny-side-up, the same as any other day. I was gonna make myself some scrambled eggs too.

We ate, and Darry and I parked our behinds in the parlor couch, in front of the tube. As the rule of the house last person up did the dishes from breakfast.

Telling Darry I was gonna get a Coca-Cola out of the fridge I dismissed myself from the living room, as cartoons were coming on.

I walked into the kitchen, Ponyboy had his hands in the sink, scrubbing the already dried yolk juice from Darry's plate, mine and his plates were sitting on the counter beside the sink. Thankfully the doorway into the kitchen was on the other side of the room and out of Darry's view. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist I squeezed him tightly, resting my head on his left shoulder I turned my head slightly, smelling the area under his jaw line, then giving him a quick peck on the cheek and another on his jaw line. As the sayin' goes; always leave 'em wanting more.

I turned and walked to the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of soda.

"Darry, you want one?" I hollered into the other room.

"No, thanks." He said as his footsteps grew louder, and he entered the kitchen.

Ponyboy washed the silverware, dried them and the plats off, along with cleaning everything else. He turned around, wiping his hands on the shirt he had slipped on before coming out of our room. Darry had gone to get groceries, he'd be back in a little while, if he didn't go to see if he couldn't find some work to do.

Pony and I settled on the couch, nearly sittin' on each other's laps, after 20 minutes of no Darry, we figured we were in the clear. I leaned in towards Pony, planting my lips against his rosey red, thin lined lips. He was warm, and I was getting hotter as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I was near meltin' as his hand, that had slipped up through the bottom of my shirt, traced the outlines of my abs, the feather-light touch of his soft nimble fingers on my skin sent shivers up my back the hairs on my neck stood as my pants rose higher and higher, tenting with the obvious bulge of my dick.

Ponyboy's own erection was tenting his pants. I could almost taste it, and it wasn't near my mouth. I remembered how he had tasted last night. He had an odd taste, unlike anything else I had ever enjoyed. My hand slipped into the waistband of his pants, damn they were tight no wonder his butt looked so fine, and through the waistband of his underwear. My hand greeted his cock like an old friend, adjusting to the large size of it.

I was in the process of takin' his shirt off, the phone rang.

"Hello?" I asked as I answered the phone.

"It's me, Darry. I won't be home until late. Stay out of trouble."

"I dig."

The call ended and I was back to sitting on the couch next to, my now naked kid brother.

"Who was it?" he asked.

"Darry, he won't be home 'til late."

"He works to hard." He added, his face showing sadness.

I nodded in agreement. He'd probably be needing a rub down when he got home. He works too hard to support us, I feel bad sometimes.

Ponyboy's fingers had returned to sending chills up my back. He was naked, I was fully clothed, the rules of the game were changing and changing quickly. Ponyboy's nude form was soon positioned over me, his chest resting on my own. His erection throbbing over my tented pants that were straining to hide the identity of my dick.

"You going to get naked or what?" He asked, playfulness dancin' 'nside those big grey eyes.

I pushed him back slightly, his full weight painfully bore down on my dick; he was light but it still hurt. I slid my shirt over my head. As he crawled off top of me and tugged at my pants, he smiled up at me. My pants slid to the floor, restin' on my feet. The underwear I threw on this morning, I realized then that they were his. He smiled at me, the look on his face unforgettable. The borrowed underwear slid down my legs to meet the pants. My throbbing erection twinged painfully as his eyes bore into it. His mouth was close to swallerin' it. His breath whirled around the tip of my dick, the warmth was unmistakable. The sensation was unlike any before, even last night's. A moan escaped my mouth as his teeth grated over the tip of my dick and down my shaft a little ways. He learned fast, considering last night had probably been his first time givin' instead of getting'. His tongue rubbed under the head of my dick, the course feeling of his tongue was sending me on a trip. He had all but an inch or two of my dick in his mouth, takin' me into the back of his throat; and he wasn't gaggin'. My head rolled back, draping over the back of the couch.

We were lost in the moment; me climax had came sooner then expected, just proving that he was doing a wonderful job. My dick jerked violently, sending my load deep into his throat. I moaned loudly between my pants for air.

Now it was my turn, as I pulled him on to the couch, scooting to one end of it myself and him with his head resting on the arm. I was going for gold. I fondled each of his decent sized balls in my hand. I took as much as I could into the back of my throat, gaggin' a bit. He was moanin' my name as his hands roamed over his body, his fingers lingering for a moment on each of his bright glossy pink nipples. His back arched off the couch, sending more of his meat into my throat. I braced myself for his climax; knowing I would probably choke on it. I wasn't surprised when his dick leapt 10 times, each leap unloaded his sweet load into my mouth. I had no choice, although I wouldn't have hesitated to swallow it, but to swallow every one of his ropes. His cum ran out of my mouth, spilling down my chin and dripping onto his balls. I licked what I could off my face, before using one of my fingers to wipe it off and eat it. I looked up at his face, his eyes were closed, his nostrils flarin' with each of his breaths. He looked so sexy. I crawled up over his wilted cock and trembling torso, our naked bodies intertwined with each other, as I planted a kiss on his lips once more…

Dear Readers:

I am truly sorry for the mix up. This is the true 2nd chapter for this Soda and Pony story. My apologies, it is truly a case of human error which was completely my own. I wrote the other Soda and Pony story a while ago, and never cleared the documents I have on here, I named this document nearly the same as the other so that's the confusion. I hope that it has not caused you, the readers, any inconvenience.

Best and Warm Regards an apologies for wasting your time,
Roger