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So we move forward in time. Remember Elliot is nearly three years older than Christian.
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Chapter 7
Elliot and Christian are sitting on the boat dock. It is a warm breezy day and the boys were drying off in the sun after a swim in the soundthat ran at the bottom of the garden.
"I heard you dreaming last night" says Elliot a little frown of concern on his forehead. "I thought they had stopped."
Christian's face went scarlet with embarrassment
"Fuck off Elliot "he retorted vehemently.
"Hey! Little bro' don't get upset. I'm just a bit concerned that's all. ; But if you don't want to talk about it that's ok with me. I just hope for your sake that they're not stating up again. I know that ass hole Cooper was winding you up yesterday and he made you pretty mad. So I hope that you being mad didn't set off your dreams again."
Christian lowered his head onto his arms that were resting on his bent knees and sighed.
"Elliot, "he said cautiously. "Can I ask you something without you laughing at me?"
"Sure" Elliot looked at his brother curiously wondering what was coming.
There is silence as he looked at him. Christian seemed to be having some sort of conflict with himself. He was biting his lip and began running his hand through his hair, a sure sign that he was upset about something, something that was making him blush and squirm; something that he was embarrassed about.
"Go on spit it out what's up? "Prompted Elliot.
Christian took a deep breath as he made his mind up.
"Have you ever had a dream," he paused and swallowed. Elliot watched him closely his dead cocked on one side; he had a funny feeling he knew what was coming.
"Have ever had a dream where your dick gets really hard and all sticky stuff comes out? " he said it in a rush the words tumbling out of his mouth so fast they were hardly legible. Then he buried his head in his hands his face scarlet.
Elliot pursed his lips together in an effort not to laugh. He remembered the first time it had happened to him; he could hardly face his mom the next morning. She was so surprised when she caught him putting his sheets in the washing machine. At first she couldn't understand why her normally gregarious son was blushing.
So he could empathise just how Christian was feeling at this moment.
"Erm, yes as a matter of fact I have had dreams like that"
Christians head came up off his hands a look of obvious relief on his face.
"Really! So, there's nothing wrong with me?"
"Don't be stupid, of course there's nothing wrong with you. It's normal for kids, boys, to have wet dreams. It means you're growing up, getting ready to have sex"
Christian got to his knees and looked at Elliot with a look shear incredulity on his face,
"You're kidding, right?"
"No! You know about sex don't you?"
"Course I do, I do have biology at school and dad talked to me about it. You know how babies are made and stuff."
"I see, he forgot the bit about wet dreams again. He didn't mention that detail to me either. So I was as surprised as you. Come as a bit of a shock doesn't it?" Elliot was grinning from ear to ear.
"Mmm. Have you ever, err, you know, err, been with a girl?"
"No, not yet. Well, um, I've touched one though." now it's Elliot's turn to look sheepish.
Christian is more than interested now. "Wow, who? "
"I'm not telling you, it's private."
"Did she touch you?"
"Yes, she made me come as well" said Elliot proudly.
"Really! How did that feel?" Christian's eyes were wide, fascinated.
"Absolutely fucking amazing. I can't wait to do it properly instead of just touching."
"Why haven't you?"
"Because little bro, the law in Washington State says that you are not mature enough to have sex until you're sixteen. So until then you have to be good and keep your dick in your pants."
Christian is thoughtful for a long time and Elliot was beginning to think that was the end of that topic of conversation. He was about to suggest another swim when Christian spoke.
"What happens when you really want to and you get all hard but you can't do it?"
Elliot sighs and he runs his hands through his hair.
"Jesus! I can't believe I'm having this conversation." he states, he pulls himself together "You are allowed to relieve yourself, you know like you did in your dream. You really aught to be talking to dad about this, you know."
"Sorry, it's just easier for me to ask you. You talk dad lectures."
"I know what you mean. Look, don't you talk to your buddies at school?"
"I don't have any buddies at school; you are my best buddy. So if you can tell me…"
Elliot was aware that Christian was very much a loner. Part of the reason being that he still was very apprehensive about anyone other than close family touching him. And he was very bright academically. He was placed in a year above his age and was a straight A student. That pissed a lot of his peers off; the fact that anything he choose to do he excelled in. He was in the rowing team. Did field and track events, kick boxed and was a brilliant pianist. But he wouldn't play any contact sport. He was best, going solo. They thought him arrogant and stand offish; this lead to certain people deliberately going out of their way to make trouble and Christian still had problems keeping his temper. So fights broke out then, of course there were repercussions; so Christian kept himself to himself as much as possible.
So Elliot decided he would educate his little brother as well as he could about sex.
" As you get older, more into your teens, you will find yourself getting more and more attracted to girls; I hope. You'll want to do it with them, you know fuck. In fact, and I know this for sure, that's all you will think about, getting laid. I sometimes see a girl and I immediately get a hard on."
Christian looked quizzically at him, "hard on?"
"Yes that's when your dick gets hard, it stands up and gets bigger. And you get all excited inside your belly. You find your heart rate and your breathing gets faster and you really, really want to. But you can't because, a, your not allowed until you're sixteen. B, the girl in question may not want to and c, you have to wear a condom.."
"A what!"
"A condom, you've seen them, you know you put 'em on your dick so you don't get a girl pregnant; 'cos if you do there will be all hell to pay."
Christian went quiet and thoughtful again. Then he said in a very hushed voice,
"I won't ever be able to do that."
"Why the fuck not? You're a normal healthy red blooded American of course you will be able to have sex when you're older."
"I won't want anyone to get that close to me. I don't like people touching me."
"Well kid you'd better get over your touch phobia other wise you'll spend half your life jerking off in the shower, having wet dreams, and getting very, very frustrated. You'll be a walking hard on and your balls will ache." Elliot said dogmatically.
"Well, " he continued, "all this talk has got me going so I think I'll just have to jump in the lake to cool off before we go and get ready for tonight's "Coping Together" ball. Mom wanted us all smart, spit and polished." he put his hands together and looking up to the sky said, "Please, God don't let mom make me dance with Mrs. Lincoln."
"Amen to that." Said Christian. And they both dived into the lake.
