The car ride to school was silent. Yamamoto sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window, still a red tint on his face while Lancia drove. He should be used to this by now; his brothers, usually Xanxus and Ricardo, touching him, or even seeing them touching each other. And he always kissed them goodbye in the morning. Always morning, never at night. Lancia never really touched him however, just a kiss here and there. But Xanxus and Ricardo was another story.

Funny, it sounded like child molestation and debauchery but truth is….Yamamoto didn't mind it at all. But he was humiliated at the fact that he couldn't hold on for a little longer. He had heard what Xanxus had said, that he still had no control over his climax. He just lost it earlier this morning.

"Takeshi," Lancia said, grabbing his adopted brother's attention. "Your friends are waiting."

Yamamoto looked up and Lancia was right. He was so deep within thought that he hadn't realized that they had already arrived at the school. When he looked up, he saw his friends waving at him. Ryohei, the very loud and athletic boxer; Gokudera, a bad mouthed smart ass, and Tsuna, a frail and small teenager whom Yamamoto befriended long ago.

"I'll see you tonight, Takeshi," Lancia said.
"Thank you Lancia - Nii," Yamamoto said. He was about to open the passenger door to take on the school day, but he haltered himself and turned to look back up at his older brother.
"What is it?"

Yamamoto leaned in an caught his eldest brother's lips in his. It took Lancia by surprise, but after a moment, he closed his eyes and kissed him back. After they pulled away, Yamamoto said his goodbye to Lancia and walked off with his friends. Lancia watched his baby brother walk off with his friends, and after he was gone from view, Lancia drove off to work. But before that, he couldn't help but crack and smile and chuckle.

It was the end of baseball practice and Yamamoto was getting ready to walk home. Every time he arrived home it was late. There was the rare occassion that Yamamoto would get to go home early, but today wasn't the day. To his surprise, when he got to the front of the school he saw Xanxus standing in front of his overly expensive car, waiting for Yamamoto to get out of school. It was a shock to Yamamoto, he never got rides home from school. As soon as he walked up to the car, Xanxus opened the door for Yamamoto. He said his thank you and got in the car, then Xanxus got into the drivers seat. The drive seemed to take forever as the non blood siblings were silent, it mirrored the ride with Lanchia earlier. Yamamoto kept quiet, kept his hands at his lap and stared out of the window.

When they got home, it was still quiet between them. Xanxus probably disappeared in his room, or as he likes to call it, his study. Buried in work like always, while Yamamoto went up to his room to complete his studies. Ricardo was most likely home too; Xanxus and Ricardo always went to work together; while Lancia was probably off in his own office. Who knew, Yamamoto never saw him at night. When he finished his homework, he took a rest upon his bed, laying on his bad as he stared at the ceiling. He sighed deeply. He was distraught, and brainsick. As his eyes shut close, memories of earlier this morning and events from before flooded back. Time after time he cursed himself for climaxing at such an early time. He needed to learn, he needed to practice. He looked over at his bed side table clock. He wondered if he could last longer than last time.

Closing his eyes shut, he started to palm himself through his own pants. Biting his lip, keeping the disgruntled noises from escaping. He gripped the bed sheets tightly as he worked himself. Picturing either brother's hand was upon himself was enough to get him hard.

He began to sweat; his heart racing and his forehead dripping from internal heat. In a flash, all of his clothes were on the ground; he would shower later anyway. He watched himself, gripping the base tightly and slowly pumping himself. He took his other hand and placed it over the testicles, rubbing in in time with his pumping. His pace started to quicken as he swallowed hard lumps in his throat. He could feel himself about to climax.

No! No. It's too soon. He slowed down his pace and eased his breathe. He was calm now. It was painful to force yourself not to climax when you needed it. But he kept going at a slow pace. He looked over back at his clock; ten minutes has passed, 4 minutes longer than last time, a personal best.

After a few more moments, he let himself go; finally releasing his seed into the air. It dripped down his now limp penis and in his hands. He breathed deeply, head spinning as he stated at the ceiling.

"Brat..."

His eyes snapped open, and his head jerked up and looked over his bedroom door. He froze in place as his two older twin brother's stood in the doorway. Xanxus had a fierce, angered look in his face like always, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, while Ricardo's face was blank and unreadable.

Everything seemed to move so fast for Yamamoto; in a flash, Xanxus has him pinned to the bed. Large hands gripping thin, but long arms against the bed. Ricardo closed the bedroom door behind him as he walked inside, locking the door.

"Snot nosed brat," Xanxus growled as he gripped his arms tightly. "Who told you you could touch yourself!?"
"I...I-" Yamamoto stuttered, frightened of what he should say."
"Who we're you thinking of?"
"No one!"

Xanxus clicked his tongue, not believing a word. He grabbed both Yamamoto's legs together and put them over his right shoulder. He took his free hand and slapped Yamamoto's exposed butt cheek. A short yelp of surprise and pain echoed through the room.

"Don't lie, Takeshi," Ricardo said, watching the two of them with his hands in his pockets. Yamamoto opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was more yips and yaps of stinging pain as Xanxus kept spanking his poor bottom.
"I was practicing!" Yamamoto finally yelled. He waited for Xanxus hand to collide with his rump once again, but there was nothing.
"What does that mean?"
"I've been teaching myself...on how to last longer.."

Yamamoto looked away, the obvious tomato color stricken across his face. He waited for some sort of reaction, he expected a harsh word of dishonor, disownment, maybe Xanxus would spit in his face and slap him. He just wanted to be alone in the dark to wallow in his embarrassment. So he was more than shocked when Xanxus let go of his legs and spread them. He then took his chin within his hand and forced him to look up at him, only to find Xanxus' lips pressing down on his. Brown eyes went wide as his older brother continued to kiss him, but he melted, and kissed his older brother back, unaware of his other older brother getting onto the bed as well, oblivious to the amount of weight being laid onto the bed.

Suddenly he felt something clasping around the base of his penis and under his balls. He gasped, separating from his older brother and looked down. He blushed, his phallus now standing tall with a purple ring at the base.

"What is that!?" Yamamoto exclaimed.
"Shush, little brother," Ricardo said, leaning forward and stroking his blushing red cheek. "If you wanted to know how to last longer, you should have asked."

Yamamoto gulped in anxiety, looking up at his two older non - blood brothers as they stated at him with vulture - like stares

I just love cliffhangers