Nathan

Whitey is going to pay big time for this. If my father could get charges dropped after I stole a school bus, what does coach think he'll do when he finds out I was put off a bus, thirty miles from home with my bastard brother. Lucas is all let's walk. I think he seriously thinks we're going to bond and be friends. As soon as the car pulls up and the ride is offered I'm practically gone. Lucas on the other hand, being the girl that he is, starts getting nervous and telling me not to get in. Naturally, I ignore his advice. Big mistake.

Next thing I know there's a gun at my temple and Lucas does the darndest thing. Instead of taking off and leaving my ass behind with these thugs, he follows orders and gets in the car. I gotta tell ya, I'm pretty impressed cause had our situations been reversed, I would have left his scrawny ass to get what he deserves. Now I'm beginning to think, this guy is not so bad after all.

Anyway, these idiots force us to strip and I'm instantly hearing dueling banjos in the back of my mind. Lucas is scared too, I can see it in his eyes. Besides, I know all to well about mob mentality being a mob leader for our team. At first the jerks make us do lame stuff like walk into a store in our underwear and buy stupid shit. I can tell Lucas is thinking about alerting somebody but no way in hell my dad is going to come to a precinct and find me half naked. I'd never live it down.

I suppose half naked boys buying beer, condoms and douches is not a regular occurrence around here because the next thing I know I can hear police sirens in the background and I have to force Lucas into the car, tossing the crap we bought in behind him.

I'm getting sort of sick of this game and decide to be aggressive. At least if I'm going to die out here, I want to go out with some sort of a fight. The guy driving, the one the other two assholes refer to as thing, pulls over and points the gun in my face and demands that I kiss my brother. Of course he doesn't know the guys my brother but even if he did, I somehow think it would just egg him on all the more.

I probably should have put up more of a protest but quite frankly sitting next to Lucas with my thigh pressed against his was beginning to do something to me and I'm wondering if these guys are picking up on it. I kiss him. Not a real kiss, just my lips closed and pushed up against his. I can't believe how incredibly soft his lips are. They're softer than Peyton's. I pull back from the kiss and my brother's eyes are hooded and his lips slightly swollen and all I can think is I'd like to do that again under different circumstances.

Little do I know, I'm about to get that chance. Someone in the car yells "French kiss him," and Lucas is all over me, forcing his tongue into my mouth. My tongue meets his and the kiss deepens. I accidentally moan much to the joy of the perverts watching.

It's amazing that I can actually think clearly during the free sex show we're providing for these guys amusement, but I manage to pull my mouth away from Lucas's and slowly trail kisses up his neck until I can whisper in his ear that I have a plan.

Our kidnappers want to see us make out and the sound of their heavy breathing let's me know that pretty soon I can get the gun. I rub my hand up and down Lucas's length and it feels like he shifts to give me further access. When I feel his hand inside my shorts I nearly forget my plan but somehow I manage to snatch the gun and realize it is a starter pistol. I'm feeling like this nightmare is just about over until I'm reminded that we're still outnumbered.

I'm not sure if my brother is going to be any good to me in a fight and quite frankly it bothers me that I am beginning to care about his safety as well as my own. We're forced out of the car and as if I couldn't see the next request coming, one of the guys shouts "give him a blowjob." Lucas and I tussle just a bit but I manage to maneuver us so that my back is near the driver's side door and more importantly the keys.

I force Lucas down and the feel of his breath against the thin fabric of my boxers makes me secretly want to finish acting out these guys fantasy before making my move. Only I figure if I do, I'd be a boneless mess and unable to make my daring escape so I reach in while the jerks are groaning and cheering and grab the keys. It takes every bit of will power to get Lucas to his feet and I kiss him once more before whispering that I have the keys.

I dangle the keys and threaten to throw them into the woods and demand Lucas's clothes back first in a game I call keys for clothes. Once he's fully dressed I manage to get my pants and shoes on before pretending to toss the keys into the woods and taking off with Lucas.

It's fucking freezing outside and while we're hiding in the bushes, Lucas strips off his hoodie and gives it to me. I feel warm instantly and I think it's because I'm wearing something that belongs to him. He only has a tee shirt on so being the good brother that I am I pull him back against me and wrap my arms around him as we kneel, listening to the bastards who started all this scour the woods for the keys.

He smiles the most amazing smile at me when I show him the car keys and I hold his hand as we circle back to the car and start it. Only the car doesn't exactly start and we both say simultaneously, "ditch" and run as fast as we can.

We stay off the main road in case they come looking for us walking through the woods we keep the road in sight. I'm not sure why I do it but I grab him by the hand and pull him towards a tree. With my back up against it, I pull him into my arms and kiss him, I mean really kiss him. To my surprise, he kisses me back and I'm wondering if we'd be lucky enough to find a nearby motel.