Hide and Seek

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Hide and Seek.

Twitching in his sleep, Three Finger was dreaming. He hardly remembered dreams, and any that he did were erratic and disorganized. This current one included a whore the family had dispatched yesterday. She was big and they would be eating off her for a week! His lovely dream was interrupted, however, when he was nudged roughly awake.

Three Finger opened his eyes and found himself staring up at his younger brother's scarred, one-eyed face. One-Eye started pulling on his sleeve and making gestures toward the front door along with some grunted words of their own language. The skinny man looked around for Saw-tooth and found out that the leader was sleeping soundly on his back, loud, snoring noises coming from his misshapen mouth and nose. One-Eye got easily bored, but Three Finger was not in the mood to entertain him now. He was tired, for once. It was one of those afternoons when days of exerting himself without rest had made his body crash. He needed at least another hour or so...

One Eye pulled on his arms again and he growled at first, annoyed. But his brother was so innocent when in such an eager mood. Giving a sigh and scratching his nether regions, Three Finger slowly got up, shaking the sleep from his head. One Eye was already out the door, lumbering along like a bear. Grunting, he followed out and noticed where the bigger man was going: the car field.

The walk there was quite long, and Three Finger almost suggested that they take the car, but he knew Saw-tooth would not look kindly upon it should it happen that he found out. One-Eye had wrecked too many cars already in his futile attempt to master the vehicles, and Three Finger knew how eager he was to try, even though he clearly lacked the skills to learn.

Three Finger knew what games his brother preferred. It would either be "Catch me if you can" or "hide and seek". Even though One-Eye had outgrown his older sibling by almost a head, Three Finger still had to look after him as one would a cub. Hobbling up the steep hill, One Eye glanced every few seconds to make sure his big brother was keeping up with him. He tripped on some loose rocks and they rained down on Three Finger's head, making the smaller man chatter irritably. The big man grunted excitedly at him, though, urging him to come join in his fun.

Climbing over the hill, Three Finger looked around. His brother had gone off to hide already. Now he began to change in his mood. He was going to find One Eye, most definitely. He ran into the graveyard of vehicles, looking to the left and right of him. The boy couldn't have gotten far...

This place was not completely free of dangers for a cub, however. Three Finger could still clearly remember an occasion many winters ago when One-Eye had gone to hide inside an old, abandoned refrigerator. The thing had closed down on him, and Three Finger had found him just in time to save from a death of choking. One-Eye was too big to fit inside such a contraption nowadays, but who knew what other dangers a graveyard of vehicles could offer.

The skinny man chattered again, looking around warily. Sometimes One-Eye would surprise him by pouncing on him from his hiding place. Twenty winters ago Three Finger had indulged in such behaviour, but after it happened these days, he would be covered in bruises for days.

Something fell in the distance behind him and he wheeled around, looking about. He heard a low chuckle from someone who could not help his excitement. Yes, it would be easy to find One Eye, but that was not the most fun part of the game.

Trash scattered as his little brother went running amongst the cars. Three Finger barked as though to say "THERE you are!" and gave chase. Once again, he stopped, knowing One Eye was hiding again. But he was close, that much was certain. The laughing always gave him away after all...

Three Finger sniffed audibly in the air, pretending as though he was sniffing out his brother. One-Eye was too impatient to stay at one hiding place for more than a few minutes, especially if Three Finger wasn't close enough. Muffled laughter sounded from behind one of the cars again and a grin spread over the older man's hawk-like features. He chattered excitedly, creeping slowly toward the place of suspicion...

Picking up a stick, he dragged it against the grill of a car as he approached the hiding place. He growled playfully and teased his brother as though stalking prey.

One Eye finally howled out in excitement and took off. His older brother was again in pursuit, waving the stick like a weapon. One Eye may have been strong, but Three Finger was faster, and he caught up in no time, poking and tickling the bigger man with the stick until they reached the river.

Three Finger believed that One-Eye would realize it was just a game and stop playing once the river appeared before them, but the younger man was too immersed in his role as the hunted to stop now. As soon as his brother took the first step into the river, Three Finger instead tried to hold him back, no longer in a playful mood. One-Eye had never learned to swim and wading out too deeply could bring dire consequences... His arms around his brother, however, made One Eye think they were still playing. He resisted the hold and pushed him away, laughing as he went out further. Should he slip and get taken out to deeper waters... Saw Tooth would be furious, and the loss would be too much for both of them.

Three Finger squealed for his brother to come back before something awful happened. But One Eye suddenly found himself in deep water up to his shoulders and he grabbed a log stuck in the riverbed, whimpering in fear when he realized where he was. The summer had ended weeks ago and the water had already gone autumn-cold. When One-Eye noticed this as well, his childish mind could not help but panic. He started waving his arms around, desperate to get out of the cold water and back to Three Finger, who was only a small distance away, reaching out for him. Moving in water was not the same as moving on dry land, and One-Eye slipped on one of the bottom stones, disappearing beneath the surface altogether.

Three Finger had no time to think. He was in the water without a moment's hesitation, and being a better swimmer, he was able to go after his brother. Every time he reached for him, it seemed the water defied their efforts. He would nearly grab the bigger man's hand, just to have him slip away again.

Finally, he grabbed a piece of clothing and tugged, hoping the shirt would not tear away. Hand clamped against another submerged branch, he pulled, though his muscles screamed. He could take it, but they could not withstand drowning, and he pulled with all his might.

One Eye's massive arms flailed about for grip as well and they both managed to emerge from the rushing waters, taking a deep, relieving breath. Sopping wet, they collapsed on the other side of the river. As soon as One-Eye had coughed out the excess water from his throat and lungs, his lips, now purplish from the cold, began to tremble and a tear escaped from his only functioning eye. Had Saw-tooth been with him instead of Three Finger, the patriarch would have slapped and cursed him for his stupidity. Instead Three Finger's well-shaped right hand came to rest on his head and gently stroke his wet patches of hair.

Mucus and drool dribbled down the big man's face as he cried, but his big brother was there to lick his face clean. Sniffling, he wrapped his meaty arms around Three Finger, holding him tightly and leaning his head against the slight chest. Three Finger continued to lick and kiss his little brother's head, knowing he would be alright in time. One Eye planted sloppy kisses on the smaller man's chest and face, eager to show his gratitude for his saved life and received comfort.

There were times when Saw-tooth expressed his displeasure with Three Finger's way of handling One-Eye. The leader personally thought that punishment, not leniency, was the key to make his younger son's slow mind respond. Three Finger, however, did not agree. Always when Saw-tooth punished One-Eye by slapping and kicking him, the younger brother went to hide and cry in secluded place, most likely not any wiser. Three Finger waited until his brother's sobs had died out and then figured he had to get him home so he could find him some dry clothes.

They traveled back to where they started and crossed a shallow area of the river. One Eye, in his childish manner, used great caution in walking through the thin layer of water. Three Finger, in his herky-jerky gait, kept running too far ahead and would have to go back to where his brother was walking. He could tell that One Eye, though feeling better, did not want to play anymore, and just wanted to go home. Still, he tried to amuse him as they went, even if the big man's spirits were only lifted by the sight of the cabin.

Three Finger could feel the scent of roasted meat in the air when they approached their home, and so could One-Eye, most likely, because the younger man's face lit up and he stumbled past his brother in his eagerness to reach the source of the smell. As expected, Saw-tooth was up and around, preparing an appetizing dinner consisting of deer meat, but he looked everything but happy when his sons entered. He growled his discontent at them when they entered the cabin. The leader heatedly berated his sons, first at Three Finger for not being around to help with dinner, then at One Eye for (from the looks of him) going to the river and endangering himself, and then once again at Three Finger for his lack of responsibility for his brother. Barking an order to his eldest to help prepare the food, Saw Tooth also feigned swatting One Eye in the back of the head, giving a warning not to cause so much trouble again.

Thankfully, dinner was peaceful, and they ate in silence. One Eye helped clean bowls and plates as best he could, and all three were gratified that the eatery was all metal and thus unbreakable if One Eye ever slipped and dropped something.

Shortly after darkness had descended, it also started raining; another sign that the summer was indeed over for now. Three Finger hung his brother's wet clothes on a cord above the heater to make them dry faster. They acquired their clothing from the people they killed and ate, but most of what they got was too small for both Saw-tooth and One-Eye, so they did not have many extra garments. For now, the youngest member of the clan had to wear a long linen shirt; something the mother had worn while she was pregnant with her sons.

One Eye never knew the mother, but Three Finger did. She had died bringing One Eye into the world, leaving Saw Tooth and his eldest son to raise him. Three Finger was never quite sure if he could have been as good a mother as their own, but he tried his best. Tickling his little brother's webbed toes before bidding him good night, the scrawny man went off to his own bedding and fell asleep, the events of the day having worn him out.

A loud crack split the air an hour after the rain had started. Three Finger only half awoke, as he had learned to ignore the thunder. Saw-tooth probably did the same, as nothing sounded from his direction. The youngest member of the family, however, had never been able to ignore the flashes from heaven or the thunder following it. Frightened, pitiful whimpers and sniffles could be heard from One-Eye's bed, and as expected, Three Finger could soon feel urgent hands shaking him awake.

Sometimes, when not fully awake, Three Finger would be rather startled by the feeling of someone moving him so in the middle of the night. But he was half awake and his brain had put things together before he could fall asleep again. Groggy, he looked up at his little brother. One Eye was predictably looking rather terrified, and was bunching up wads of the linen shirt in his massive hands.
Out of habit, Three Finger lifted his blankets and rolled over, letting the other man carefully get into the bed with him.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the world outside for a split second and was soon followed by the expected thunder. One-Eye whimpered again and wound both arms firmly around Three Finger's smaller frame, as though holding his brother could somehow alleviate his fear. One-Eye's fear of thunderstorms was something that had haunted him since childhood. Three Finger had always been there for him, letting him into his bed whenever the other was frightened. This had become a rather cumbersome tradition as One-Eye gradually grew into a big, hearty man, but his older brother never had the heart to drive him away.

Though awkwardly, the smaller man managed to turn over so that they could face one another. With his mangled left hand, Three Finger patted his brother's thick chest, listening to the heart beating strongly within. The rhythmic pulse was soothing to him as well, and he nuzzled his brother's flesh as they snuggled up to one another. He could feel One Eye's hot breath against his head as the bigger man held him as close to his huge frame as possible.

The bed was not made for two people, and particularly not for someone One-Eye's size. After a while, Three Finger felt himself become practically squeezed in between his brother and the log wall. It was everything but comfortable, but he endured, for One-Eye's sake. The flashes of light had lessened, and One-Eye seemed calmer, as well. The big man's breathing had almost evened out but his hold on his brother was still as firm as ever. The skinny man was often grateful for his slight and agile body, but at times like this, he wished he were at least half as robust as his father or younger brother.

As if the fates wanted to make matters any more challenging, Three Finger felt something poking at him. Such a strong nudging against his thigh, and he knew what it was. One Eye had become too agitated, and the limb between his legs had made up for the pent up energy. Half awake, the big man hardly knew what he was doing.

Three Finger gingerly reached down and took the hard thing in his hands, knowing if he did not get it soft, neither of them would get any decent sleep.

The pissing stick would not go soft until some juice squirted out of it; Three Finger knew this from personal experience. As his hand worked on One-Eye's member, he could only hope that his brother's lustful grunts and moans would not wake their father. Saw-tooth was never happy when sounds made by his sons woke him up before he'd gotten his fair share of sleep.

Thank heavens he was so limber. The scrawny man managed to wriggle his other arm out from under him and changed hands at the hard organ. Using his now free left hand, he covered his brother's mouth to try and stifle any loud noises. One Eye could smell his own stink on his older brother's hand now and he thrust unconsciously into Three Finger's right hand, which was much more apt in pleasing him. The big man would be quick in expelling his seed and Three Finger reached under the piss stick and felt the soft globes beneath, encouraging his little brother to finish.

One-Eye gave a particularly loud noise when Three Finger rubbed a spot between his ball sac and arse hole, and his member twitched. The older man nervously glanced in Saw-tooth's direction to see if the patriarch had been disturbed. So far everything seemed fine, and he continued his ministrations, hoping that One-Eye would not last long anymore. He changed hands again, after his right hand had become too tired to proceed. The feeling in his disfigured left hand had never been what it should, and suddenly One-Eye gave a loud cry of pain.

Oh, damn. He'd probably squeezed the sac a bit too hard...

Saw Tooth stirred, but then a loud crash of thunder sounded, and the patriarch gave another snore, resuming sleep. Giving a nervous, albeit relieved grunt, Three Finger continued his actions, being a little more careful this time. One Eye sleepily laid his tongue over his brother's face affectionately, but his eyes did not open, and he was lost in one of his bed soiling dreams.

Finally, a climax. Three Finger felt it against his thigh, hot and sticky.

One-Eye's arms gradually relaxed, and Three finger was able to find a slightly more comfortable position in the bed. He laid his head on his younger brother's steadily rising chest and wiped his sticky hand on the already stained linen shirt. Hopefully One-Eye's own clothes would be dry in the morning.

When the sun peaked in through the window the following morning, it hit both brothers on the face, waking them. One Eye got up first, glancing in confusion at the sticky quality of his mother's nightshirt before changing into his now dry clothes.

The limber older man stretched like a cat on the bed as he watched his little brother. One Eye probably could not remember last night. All the better for him, the older man supposed. Such affairs confused him and Three Finger preferred his brother resume his childish activities than worry about things he would never fully understand.

The End