Author: TheEmcee
Pairing: Sodapop Curtis/Ponyboy Curtis, Darry Curtis/Ponyboy
Rating: M for incest, sexual content, and violence.
Summary: No one touches Ponyboy Curtis and gets away with it. Especially if his brothers are around.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, the actors, or the Fandom. This is a work of pure fiction, and I make no money off of this story.
A/N: This is a sequel to 'Baby Curtis'. I don't know if I'll write more stories set in this universe, but we'll see. This is not beta read, so please point out any errors you may see. Feel free to leave a comment in the towel section down below and enjoy!
Brother Mine
Cherry and Marcia had just gotten snacks at the concession stand at the drive-in theater when they bumped into Ponyboy.
"Cherry, it's so good to see you," Ponyboy said, giving his long-time friend a smile.
"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Cherry agreed before they hugged each other. "How's school going?"
"It's been goin' fine. What about you?" Upon seeing Marcia, he added, "Who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Marcia! Marcia, this is Ponyboy. We've been friends for a while now," Cherry introduced them.
"Cherry, you never said anything about Ponyboy being so dreamy," Marcia teased as she shook his hand. "Trying to keep the good ones to yourself, I bet."
Cherry was well aware that her friend was teasing her, but she also knew Marcia. She had that look in her eyes that said she was thinking of pursuing a fling with Ponyboy, and that wasn't a smart idea. Having known him since he was fourteen as well as being friends with his brothers and their gang, Cherry was safe, but Marcia wasn't. If any of the brothers caught wind of her friend's flirtation, she'd be in trouble.
"He's taken, Marcia," Cherry stated bluntly but kindly.
"Oh, that's never stopped anyone before, Cher," Marcia countered before she grabbed one of Ponyboy's arms, giving it a squeeze. "I bet you could handle it, sugar."
"I'm flattered, but Cherry is right: I'm spoken for," Ponyboy replied, removing her hand and looking uncomfortable. "I'm sure there are plenty of people here who'd take you home, though."
"None quite as pretty as you though, Ponyboy," Marcia said, giving him a sultry smile. "I haven't ridden a pony for a while, you know."
"Marcia, seriously, stop," Cherry began before another person stepped in.
"I got your snacks, Pony. Oh, hey, Cherry!" Sodapop piped up, looking just as handsome as ever. Handing his younger brother the snacks he had procured, he gave her a hug. "Been a while, ain't it?"
"It really has been," Cherry answered with a strained smile. Soda's blue eyes finally landed on Marcia, and if she hadn't been watching him, Cherry would've missed how they narrowed ever so slightly.
"This a friend of yours, Cherry?" he asked. Marcia straightened up and grinned at him, oblivious to the crime she had committed.
"Yes, we met in college. I'm Marcia," she introduced herself.
"Sodapop," was all he said, smile tight.
"I see good looks run in the family," Marcia giggled before turning back to the younger male. "You sure you don't wanna take me home, honey?"
"He's sure," Soda told her firmly, though he never lost his smile. "Didn't Cherry tell you he's taken?"
"I did," Cherry insisted, embarrassed by her friend's behavior.
"Then stop pressuring him. Please," Soda said before pulling Pony to him in a one-armed hug. "Besides, we gotta catch a movie."
"That's right! We don't wanna miss it," Ponyboy chuckled sheepishly, looking relieved at his brother being beside him.
"You boys are no fun," Marcia pouted. "I'll just give you my number afterwards." She winked at him.
"Just drop it, Marcia," Cherry sighed. "You've had too much to drink. Again."
"Party pooper," Marcia teased, sticking her tongue out.
The four of them made their way to the stands to watch the movie.
"Soda..." Ponyboy breathed, soft pants escaping his lips while his lover planted searing kisses to his neck.
They were at home, and it was well past midnight. After the movies, both Curtis boys headed to their club along with Cherry and Marcia. Luckily for her, Marcia didn't stay too long, and she'd left not long after arriving. Cherry apologized over and over again for her, but Sodapop didn't blame her. She knew the rules. Her friend, on the other hand, did not. It enraged Soda that he had to tell Marcia to back off and stop pressuring Ponyboy. Darry, who'd been at the club all day working, came out and witnessed Marcia's flirtations for himself, and he was just as unhappy as Sodapop was. But he had a meeting and more work to do, so he couldn't stay with them.
"You're mine, Ponyboy," Sodapop growled against his neck before he sucked on the skin. His rough hands hand wormed their way beneath Pony's shirt and were raking his blunt nails down his pale flesh.
"I am, Soda. I'm all yours tonight," Pony moaned, leaning his head back to expose more of his neck. His hands were clutching his brother's shoulders, clinging to him for dear life.
Red, hot rage and lust fueled Sodapop's actions. All he wanted to do was consume Pony, become one with him, and never be parted. Oh, he was well aware that his love was obsessive and possessive to the point that it bordered on insanity. But Ponyboy was special. He was so damn smart and sensitive, and he had a way of seeing the world that no one else he knew had. And his eyes, his greenish-gray eyes, held a wisdom and wonder that far exceeded his nineteen years on this earth. No one had ever been able to match Pony's beauty in Sodapop's eyes.
"God damn right, you're mine," Soda reaffirmed as he pulled away from Ponyboy's neck.
Satisfaction made his chest swell as his eyes drank in the numerous red and purple hickies he'd planted on that soft, pale skin. He met Pony's gaze, full of desire, anticipation, and love, and he cupped his right cheek tenderly. A soft sigh escaped those glorious lips as his eyes closed and he leaned into Soda's touch.
"No one else is allowed to touch you," Soda continued.
He picked Ponyboy up, who yelped in response and wrapped his legs around Soda's waist, and carried him over to the bed. They collapsed in a heap on top of it, with the elder smashing their lips together in a fiery kiss. Pony's fingers delved into Soda's grease-slicked hair, wrapping, twirling, and pulling the strands gently. Rough, callused hands crawled beneath his shirt, hiking it up to reveal his pale torso. Soda kissed Ponyboy's lips once more before kissing along his jaw.
"I don't want anyone else to touch me, but you and Darry," Pony breathed, already starting to feel hot and heavy, his body starting to perspire.
"That's right, baby. We're the only ones who know how to love you," Soda declared. "The only ones worthy to love you."
"You're both more than I deserve," Pony admitted.
"Don't say that, honey!" Soda sat up, his expressive eyes full of pain and sadness. "You deserve the world, and Darry and me plan on givin' it to ya."
"But all I want is you and him," Pony protested quietly. Soda smiled affectionately down at him.
"And you've got us, baby. You've always had us," Soda told him, reaching out to caress his cheek.
"I love Sodapop," Ponyboy said, pure love and adoration apparent on his face.
"I love you too, Ponyboy," Soda replied in kind. "Let's get your shirt off of ya."
Needing no further prompting, Ponyboy quickly removed his t-shirt and threw it onto the floor. Sodapop drank in his bare chest, eyes tracing the scars once before moving to his cute little nipples. He was mesmerized by the rise and fall of his chest with every breath, and he was awestruck once more at the beauty of his baby brother. Leaning down over Pony, he trailed his hands up his chest, stopping briefly to pinch and twist his nipples before going to his shoulders. Placing his hands on the bed, Soda pressed a kiss to his lover's lips, putting all of the love and reverence he felt for Ponyboy into it. A soft moan was granted in return as Pony kissed him back with just as much feeling.
Pressing his body down against Pony's smaller one, Soda moved to his neck, kissing, licking, nibbling, and sucking his skin with ardent fervor. One hand held the back of Ponyboy's head, tilting it to the side to give him more access to his neck. The mews and pants Pony was making were music to his ears, and they fueled his passion and arousal. Soda made sure to place hickies and love bites all over Ponyboy's neck and only let up once he was satisfied. Gazing at his hand work, and at his brother's flushed, sweaty face, Soda felt satisfied. But he wasn't done just yet. He kissed across his collarbone, leaving small marks and bruises behind, and then continued to those cute nipples of his. Sodapop took the right one into his mouth, suckling on it as though he were a baby, all the while rubbing, pinching, and twisting the left one. Pony's nipples have always been sensitive and that's why Soda always targeted them; he loved how Ponyboy squirmed, writhed, and bucked up against him so wantonly.
"Soda..." Ponyboy sighed, eyes closed and pleasure displayed clearly on his face.
"You like that, baby?" Soda asked, already knowing the answer.
"God, I do. I really fuckin' do," came the answer. Hearing him swear made Soda chuckle.
He gave the left nipple the same treatment, latching onto it as though it were a lifeline. A hand trailed down Pony's stomach to his groin, and began stroking his clothed sex, already feeling the wetness leaking through. Sodapop released the abused nipple from his mouth and continued kissing his way down until he arrived at Ponyboy's jeans. His fingers made quick work of the button and zipper, and Soda quickly removed them when Pony lifted his hips up. Now, all his baby brother was left in was his underwear, which had an obvious wet stop at the core. Ponyboy looked positively debauched, face flushed, skin shining with sweat and trembling with anticipation, breath coming out in pants, and eyes clouded with lust and partly closed.
Never before had a more perfect being ever existed on earth or in heaven.
"Soda?" Pony questioned after the minutes ticked by and Soda did nothing but state at him.
"Sorry, baby, but I just..." he trailed off, trying to get his thoughts together. "Lookin' at you never gets old. You're enchanting."
"You don't have to butter me up, Pepsi-Cola," Ponyboy told him.
"I'm not. Just statin' facts, honey," Soda replied, giving him a sexy grin. "Darry would agree if he saw you right now."
"Well, are you just gonna stare at me, or are ya gonna do somethin'?" Ponyboy sassed, giving him the most adorable pout he'd ever seen.
"Oh, don't you worry, honey. I'm gonna rock your world," Soda promised.
"Big talk for such a-a-ah, ah," Pony stopped mid-sentence when Soda lowered himself down and started nipping and sucking the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
Soda's hands stroked his thighs briefly before his fingers hooked beneath his underwear and began tugging it down. He smirked when he heard Ponyboy gasp as the air hit his hot sex, making him arch ever so slightly up. Pulling back, he practically ripped his underwear off; he definitely heard fabric tearing. It didn't seem that Pony noticed, though. Lust had clouded his mind and left little room for cognitive thinking. Or so Soda thought.
"Why am I the only one naked? That's hardly fair, Sodapop Curtis. Take somethin' off," Pony demanded.
"Whatever my love asks for, he shall receive," Soda replied, his smirk still in place.
Leaning back, he removed his shirt, exposing his muscular chest, proudly putting himself on display for his younger brother. He watches as Ponyboy drank in his torso, greenish-gray eyes raking over every dip and curve. Soda wasn't a vain man, but he took care of himself and his hair. All his life, he'd been referred to as movie-star handsome, but he only ever took it to heart whenever Ponyboy would say it. There'd be so much love, honesty, and passion in his eyes whenever he'd tell Soda that that he just had to believe it. Handsome wasn't all Pony called him; he'd used beautiful, majestic, ethereal, etc. Grand, big words like that, words that no one else ever used to describe him. It made him feel unique, special, and truly loved. If he could bathe in Ponyboy's love for him, he would.
"Are ya happy now, honey?" Soda inquired, tilting his head to the side.
"I always am when I'm with you," Ponyboy whispered, his voice full of awe and wonder. "You're exquisite, Sodapop. Like a marble statue of a Greek god."
"Golly, Ponyboy. You sure do know what to say to a man," Soda praised.
He lowered himself back down to kick along Pony's inner thigh until he arrived at his slick cunt. Fingers stroked his nether-lips with a feather-light touch, watching and feeling his lover quiver and tremble at his caress. It was when Soda began to lick them that Pony released a guttural moan, hands fisting in the blankets beneath his body as he opened his legs wider, giving his brother more access to him. And Soda drank in every drop of Pony's vaginal discharge that he could, like it was his last meal on earth, and he was a starving man. Feeling Ponyboy's thighs tremble and shake around his head and hearing his gasps, pants, and moans made him feel like a god. No one but him and Darry would ever hear Pony make such sweet, saccharine sounds; no one but them would have the chance to pleasure their darling baby brother.
Soda moved to Pony's clitoris, caressing it gently with his thumb before he wrapped his lips around it to suckle. Vaguely, he could feel hands in his hair, twisting and turning and pulling, and his hips rock forward into his touch. Ponyboy chanted his name like a prayer, and it aroused him. Granted, he was already hard and aching in his jeans, but hearing his name being said like that by his lover heightened his arousal. With his mouth sucking on Pony's clit, Soda inserted two fingers into his vagina, slowly stroking his walls before pressing against that bundle that would make him squirt. He stroked and rubbed in time with his sucking, and the noises Ponyboy was making for him were delicious. In just a few rubs and strokes, his lover's body shook with the force of his orgasm, back arching almost violently off the bed, a cry of ecstasy escaping his lips as a gush of fluid erupted from his cunt, drenching Soda's hand and face.
Once Pony had ridden out his climax and his body had slumped back onto the bed, Sodapop sat up and wiped the remaining fluid off his hand and face. His cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans and he wasted no time in taking them off. He never wore underwear; he didn't see the point. It would just get in the way whenever the mood to fuck Ponyboy struck him, and in public, easy access was always the best way to go. Soda groaned as he began to stroke his cock, his eyes boring into Pony's as he did so, not missing how his lover watched each and every stroke. Basking in Ponyboy's love was like standing in a ray of warm sunshine during the bitterest of winters.
"Sodapop," Pony said, voice hoarse and scratchy.
"I'm here, baby. I ain't goin' nowhere," Soda told him as he got back on the bed and crawled on top of Ponyboy.
Dipping his head down, Soda kissed him, sighing into it. Kissing Ponyboy, holding him, cuddling him, all of that would always be his favorite part of their relationship. Both he and Darry loved to display their love for their baby brother unabashedly; just in different ways. Darry's love language was acts or service and quality time; Sodapop's was physical love and romantic gestures. Simple things, really, like cuddles and kisses, were what he loved to give. And Ponyboy accepted all of it, all of them, and loved them unconditionally.
Anytime when Darry and Sodapop had been sent out on a job by their dad, Ponyboy would wait for them to return, fretting over their well-being the whole time. He would tend to their injuries after a fight or a job gone wrong. If they got sick, he'd make them soup and tea and stay by their side until he got sick himself. Every time Darry was frustrated or worked up, Pony was there for him; every time Soda was too wound up or upset, Pony was there. They loved each other, and now, with their parents gone, they were all each other had.
Ponyboy's arms were wrapped around his neck and shoulders, keeping their bodies close together. Soda was nestled between his legs, his cock rubbing against his lover's cunt every time he moved. Reaching down, Soda took his phallus into his hand, lined himself up with Pony's vagina, and slowly pressed himself inside, not stopping until he was completely engulfed in his heat. The moan of utter satisfaction and relief that came out of Soda was positively animalistic. He stayed still for a long moment, just reveling in the feel of being so intimately connected to his brother. And judging by the way Pony was clenching, quiver, and trembling around him, the feeling was mutual. It didn't take long for Ponboy to start squirming and wiggling beneath him.
"Sodapop," he said after breaking away from his brother's incessant kissing. "Please move."
"Are you that eager for my seed, honey?" Soda asked even as he began pulling out only to press back in slowly. "You wanna have my baby that badly?'
A whine resounded from Pony's throat and he wrapped his legs around Soda's waist, pulling him closer, deeper.
"Gonna fill you up and get you pregnant," Soda continued, kissing along Ponyboy's shoulders. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Soda was taking his time, his pace slow and steady, feeling every clench and squeeze that was given to him. Pony was panting softly, sweaty hair sticking to his neck and face, one hand carding through Soda's dark hair. It was a pleasant surprise that they both shared a breeding kink. Neither of them wanted kids right now; Ponyboy was still in college after all, and Sodapop's focus was on the gang's business - mainly the fights and brawls. But if they wanted any, Pony could stop his hormone treatment and possibly get pregnant, and that thought was immensely arousing. He never asked Darry if he wanted kids, but given his daddy kink, it might be a fifty-fifty shot.
"You'd love to have my kid, wouldn't ya?" Soda spoke directly into Ponyboy's ear, lips brushing against the shell softly, sending delightful shivers down his brother's body. "You'd look gorgeous walkin' around with a belly full of me. Is that what you want, honey?"
"S-Soda!" Pony gasped as Soda gave him a particularly hard thrust, causing his body to jerk up.
"Tell me, Ponyboy," Sodapop commanded. "Tell me that you wanna have my baby."
His slow and steady pace began to speed up as he deftly speared Pony with his cock again and again, his thrusts hard and punishing. Ponyboy arched up, his sweaty body sticking to Soda's, almost molding them together, and his dug his fingernails into the flesh of his lover's shoulder and scalp. Every thrust made his eyes roll backward and pulled a gasp of pleasure from his parted lips. Soda nibbled his earlobe as his arms wrapped around Pony's slender waist in a vice-like embrace, keeping him close.
"C'mon, honey. Say it," Soda nearly pleaded.
"Yes, Soda, yes! I want it," Pony said at long last through pants and gasps. "I wanna have your baby. Please, Sodapop, please, give one to me."
"Oh, I plan on it, honey," Soda vowed.
He quickened his pace, losing all rhyme and rhythm to his lovemaking. The fire that had been coursing through his veins was consuming him completely now, clouding his vision with a red, lust filled haze, spurring him on further. Ponyboy's cries and pleads were music to his ears, and his lips attached to any patch of skin that they could, leaving red and purple markings in their wake. His lover's tight, all-encompassing heat quivered and clenched around him as if trying to suck him further in, desperate for his semen.
"I'm gonna make you glow, Pony," Soda promised. "And after you give birth, I'll get you pregnant again. You'll never not be pregnant, honey."
"P-please, Soda. Do it!" Pony cried, tears falling from his half-lidded eyes. "S-Soda, please!"
"Only if you come for me, baby," Soda said. "Come for me, Ponyboy Curtis."
The feel of Ponyboy's cunt clenching and squeezing his cock as he reached his climax would never get old. No drug could ever replicate the high it gave Sodapop. Feeling his brother's smaller body tense and spasm, arching up into his embrace, nails drawing blood from his skin, and hearing his unadulterated scream of pleasure was the final push he needed. An animalistic roar erupted from Soda's mouth as he buried his phallus deep with Ponyboy, his orgasm causing his body to shake and shudder as his hot semen poured generously into his brother's womb. For the briefest of moments, all he could see was a white, blinding light. The world around them fell away, leaving only the two Curtis brothers in their own private bubble.
When he had finished, Soda collapsed on top of Ponyboy, who merely stroked his damp hair with one hand. His breath swept over Pony's hot, damp skin with each and every pant, only stopping whenever Soda kissed him. A lazy, blissful smile was plastered on his face, and he felt as light as a feather, completely at peace with himself and the world. He only ever felt that with Ponyboy. A kiss was placed to the top of his head, and Soda looked up to see his lover's equally blissful, smiling face.
Slowly, the heat of their lovemaking began to dissipate, leaving the cool night behind to caress their naked bodies. They laid together on the king-sized bed with only their breathing disturbing the silence. It was comfortable, the atmosphere between the two, and familiar and safe. Aside from a few close members of their gang and Darrel, Sodapop only ever truly felt whole and accepted with Ponyboy. It was the greatest gift his baby brother has ever given him.
"Do ya need anythin', honey? Water? A snack, maybe?" Sodapop eventually asked. Ponyboy smiled at him and shook his head.
"Naw, I'm doin' just fine," he replied. For a second, he looked thoughtful, and then, he added, "I would, Sodapop. Give you as many kids as you want, when the time's right."
This wasn't the first time he'd said such things to Soda, but it always tugged at his heartstrings to hear.
"I know that, Pone. You ain't gotta worry your pretty lil head none," Soda quickly reassured him, kissing his lips softly. But, hearing it did make his flaccid member twitch with anticipation. That made Ponyboy laugh.
"Getting excited already, Pepsi-Cola?" he teased, greenish-gray eyes twinkling with mirth.
"With a beauty like you by my side in bed, can you blame me?" Soda countered, a mischievous smile of his own on his face. His words caused his lover to blush.
"I do want to take a shower at some point today," Ponyboy grumbled as Soda crawled up his body to kiss him.
"We can take one after round two," Soda stated in between kisses.
Ponyboy woke up to large, callused hands caressing his thighs while kisses were peppered along his shoulder. He didn't need to hear Sodapop's soft snores beside him to know that Darry had finally come and was coming to bed. Turning his head, he gave his oldest brother a sleepy smile before kissing him.
"Welcome home," he mumbled before kissing Darry again.
"I'm sorry I'm so late," Darry apologized, laying himself gently on top of his smaller body. He was already naked.
"What time is it?" Ponyboy asked. One arm wrapped around Darry's neck while the other twisted in his short, dark hair. His legs pushed the blankets down off of him, exposing his naked body to his older lover.
"Four in the morning," came the answer. "Work took longer than expected."
"It's over now," Pony said.
A rush of arousal coursed through him when he felt Darrel's leaking erection press against his thigh. He gave his brother a silent invitation as he spread his legs for him to settle in between them. There'd be no foreplay for their lovemaking; both of them needed to sleep after all. But simply going to sleep beside a naked Ponyboy Curtis was impossible. Darrel had never done it before; he always had enough energy left to make love to his baby brother, no matter how rough of a day he'd had.
When Darry pushed himself inside of Ponyboy's cunt, he couldn't help but gasp and shiver, clinging desperately to the older man. The bed creaked and groaned from Darry's lovemaking, but neither of them were concerned about waking Sodapop up; he could sleep through anything once he was out. Darry pressed his face against Pony's neck, breath ghosting over his heated skin as he panted with every thrust. One hand reached down and lifted up Ponyboy's right leg, spreading his open further.
"You're so good for me, baby," Darry praised. "For us."
"I love you, Darry," Pony said in reply. "So very much. You and Soda both."
"I love you too, baby boy," Darry mirrored. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long."
"Me neither, Darrel," Ponyboy panted before kissing his brother's chapped lips.
It only took a few more minutes for both of them to unravel, bodys stilling as they both attained a mind-numbing orgasm together. Once Darry was finished, he rolled off of Ponyboy and laid beside him, pulling his lover into his arms. Pony cuddled against his bare chest, feeling safe, secure, and content before sleep reclaimed him once more.
Cherry swallowed thickly as she walked down the hospital corridor, her face as pale as the walls surrounding her. Once she reached the room number that the nurse had given her, she knocked on the open door before stepping inside, a small smile on her face. Marcia was lying on the hospital bed, her broken leg suspended, and her pretty face marred with scratches and cuts.
"Hey there, Marcia," Cherry said as she sat down beside her friend. "Are you doing okay?"
"I'm fine, Cherry. Just a broken leg and some minor cuts and bruises. Nothing to worry about," Marcia waved off, though she, too, looked quite pale, and there was a glimmer of fear in her eyes.
"What happened exactly? Your parents didn't tell me much," Cherry inquired.
"Some jackass pulled out in front of me on the highway. When I went to push on my brakes, the pedal went straight to the floor," Marcia explained. "The car's totaled. It's odd... it passed inspected just two weeks ago with flying colors."
"That is strange," Cherry agreed, her chest tight. "But at least you weren't too badly injured."
"Yeah, I guess."
As Marcia continued speaking, Cherry's eye caught the vase of flowers by her bedside. Actually, she was more drawn to the little card that had come with it. It was lying open for all the world to see, and it held a simple message.
'Keep your hands to yourself next time. - SPC.'
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