The Life of Norka Cool

Give Me A Shot to Remember And You Could Take All The Pain Away From Me

The rest of the concert was a blur to me, but what happened next replays constantly in my memory and in my dreams. The moments to me were just beautiful.

Before I knew it, the last of the fans were gone and father made an arrangement to see the orthopaedist the next morning. During all the ruckus I just remember warm breath and a soft whisper in my ear. “Meet me in my hotel room little brother” it said.

Now here I was standing at the doorway. My ankle throbbing in time with my heart beat. I quickly took out my inhaler and took a deep inhalation. Just as I was doing so the door opened and there was Gerard.

“We kept each others word little brother didn’t we,” he said, his voice sounding seductive.

I nodded my head.

“Yes big brother” I whispered, “I remained perfectly still for you at that concert and you invited me back to your hotel room.”

Then Gerard poked me in the stomach. He always did that when he thought something was cute. I made a little “ow” noise. He giggled, what did he expect me to be the Pillsbury dough boy.

“You’re so cute little brother.”

I looked down to the floor to blush. Suddenly I felt a soft had go under my chin and lift my head up. I smiled.

“And as always little brother,” he whispered again, “you are so beautiful.”

He slowly leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I smiled. And just like that the two of us kept kissing.

I wasn’t aware of everything else. Not even:

The door closing
Falling flat on the bed
My shirt being opened
My jeans flying off.
The only thing I cared about was the kiss. How tender, how our tongues fought for dominance even though I lost in a rather pathetic defeat. God even the pain in my foot was gone.

He moved from my lips down to neck. The kisses were sloppy. I remembered he tried to just kiss every part of my neck from the bottom of my chin to where my neck met my collar bone. He started to repeat kiss my most sensitive spot, my Adam’s apple. I always seemed to scream and get totally aroused when anyone kissed me over there.

“Oh Gerard,” I moaned softly, “it’s weird to think that my own brother is actually good in bed.”

He moved his hand down my bare chest. I bit my lip and made a soft moan.

“Am that good in bed aren’t I little brother?”

I felt all the blood rushing down to my cock. If this was a sin to be this close to your family, then it would be the sweetest sin to ever commit. Gerard paused for a second to unbutton his own shirt and take off his own jeans.

“I take that as a yes then,” he said preferring to my hardening member.

I shutter when he put his lips touch my exposed chest. Kissing each side up and down lightly. He smirked when I made any type of cry of pleasure. I could tell he was getting off on my arousal. Then it hit me his hand was diving down my pants.

“I forgot the lube little brother,” he said, “we won’t fuck tonight for that reason. But I know little brother you’ve been waiting for this.”

He is stroking me. The strokes started out soft and gentle like feather teasing. If y’all know what I mean.

“Say my name little brother!” He said

I said it as softly and quietly as I can.

“Gerard!”

The strokes became a bit rougher. I started to gasp. My eyes were closed so tightly that it started to hurt. I was gripping onto the sheets bellow me. Sweat started to pour down my face. My chest was already covered in a thin layer of sweat.


“Little brother I can’t hear you!”

I started gasping even more.

“GERARD!” I tried to scream as loud as I could without needing to grab my inhaler again.

My head was back on the pillow. Now the strokes were full out squeezes. I knew I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I could tell little brother you are about to come.”

He was squeezing harder. I was screaming in ecstacy.

“Do I have to beg big brother?”

“No this is third base not a BDSM session little brother.”

After a few more minutes and a few more strokes I came. I think to me sex with your own brother is the best medicine. Knowing that someone you love could take away the pain wether its psychical or mental is the best feeling in the world. I knew my brother seemed at the moment to be my morphine. The one who could make me feel better and take my pain away.

When I finally came down from my high I relaxed my muscles. I was gasping.

I felt at the moment Gerard was stroking my forehead. I felt everything was complete and I was drifting into the unconsciousness and before Gerard could say anything else to me I fell asleep.

I don’t think I even realized the piercing pain in my ankle anymore. Gerard gave me that shot to remember and with his love took all the pain away from me.