VIA - The Hudson
1.
Fourteen year old Jeremy Davis was carrying his overstuffed hockey bag with one hand, and lugging his packsack over his shoulder, trudging the way through the snow to the car.
All the way he is hearing his Mom babbling frenetically about this and that to his little brother.
"Make sure this . . . don't do that . . . blah blah blah".
The day has come once again for the boys to make their semi-annual journey by train, the Hudson, from Winnipeg north to Churchill. Two weeks with Dad, every Christmas, and every summer.
Jeremy loved Churchill and visiting with Dad, but he hated traveling with his younger brother Markus.
Last time it was a nightmare, with Markus climbing over seats, blowing spitballs and whatever other rotten thing he could get into. He even farted a stinker right in the middle of a bunch of ladies in the buffet line.
This time, he wasn't taking any chances. Jeremy patted his packsack just to make doubly sure he had it: the duct tape.
If Markus gave him any shit this time he planned to wrestle him and tape him up tight and keep him in the sleeper all the way to Churchill.
Markus was traveling under warning. Jeremy had grabbed him by the collar last night in the bathroom as he was brushing his teeth and told him exactly what would happen if there was even one inch of trouble on that train.
Mom was in her usually hurry up and get moving mode, scrambling together the boys and their belongings along with her make-up samples kit and purse. She loaded the car, counted the bags and scooted in behind the wheel.
She has an appointment at 10:30 with her sales supervisor to go over the new colour line for lipsticks and nailcolours. Ever since Mom had started this job selling "Matinee Maquillage" from home she's been wearing really bright makeup on her face.
When Jeremy looks at her he just sees Mom in a mask. Markus, eleven years old, the mama's boy, thinks she looks gorgeous.
Mom drops the boys off and this time and sees them into the station. But instead of waiting to see the boys in the window of the Hudson and waving goodbye as she normally would do, she has to go.
She hurriedly kisses and squeezes Jeremy who awkwardly gives his Mom a pat on the back while she hugs him.
She tells him she loves him and he says "Yeah Mom. Me too."
Stooping now to meet Markus face to face she says, as always,
"I love you Markie baby. Give Mommy a kiss".
Jeremy rolls his eyes and shakes his head as Markus the suck up kisses Mom square on the lips: a big smacker. Sure enough the toad ends up with lipstick on his face.
"Okay bye bye boys. I'm sorry I can't wait. I've got this appointment....." She is in a hurry but can't bring herself to move from the boys.
Jeremy finally asserts and tells her
"Mom. I'm fourteen years old. I think I'll get us from the station onto the train alright."
Mom looks to him as if for the first time, with a certain respect. She ruffles his hair and says "Of course you can honey. You take good care of your brother for me".
"No worries Mom. I'm in charge" says Jeremy...one toe step into the role of man of the family.
Whether it was the new Gameboy Mom bought for Markus that kept him in line, or the threat of being bound and gagged with duct tape; the kid was surprisingly well behaved.
The only thing was, Markus kept getting up to go back to the sleeper car. Like not once or twice, but maybe five times through the day.
It was making Jeremy crazy. He couldn't trust that the little bugger wasn't up to something.
Jeremy even went back to the sleeper car himself to see if he could catch Markus at whatever it was he was up to, but all he found when he came in was Markus sitting on the bed holding a picture and all red in the face.
"Hey butt-head" Jeremy prodded "what's the matter with you? What's with the picture?"
"Nothing. It's just Mom. I miss Mom" Markus' voice quavered.
"Give me a break toad. We aren't even gone one day yet" Jeremy gave his brother a slap in the head.
Markus, holding the picture in one hand was holding fast his other hand in his lap and lost his balance with the slap.
He dropped the photo on the bed and fell over. His hands rolled to the side, and clear as day his weiner was stiff and out of his pants.
Jeremy pointed at his brothers projectile and cracked up laughing.
"Yeah right...you miss Mom! Gimme that picture loser."
Jeremy grabbed for the picture and Markus tried to get it first but his big brother beat him to it.
"Give it back you big jerk" cried Markus.
Jeremy was blank. He couldn't even hear Markus. He could only stare at the photo.
2.
He honestly couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. It looked like body parts, a ladies mouth, dark lipstick, all stretched, upside down?
"What is this Markus? Where did you get it?" Jeremy's tone was serious. This wasn't time to clown.
"Look at it Jeremy" said Markus "that's Mom."
Jeremy's eyes widened with the dawning of recognition, he was holding in his hand a picture of his mother, with bloody red lipstick lips, sucking a guys cock.
He sat on the bed in a state of shock. He kept staring at the picture. This was just too much. It couldn't be real.
But here was the photo, in his hands.
"Where did you get this?" Jeremy finally asked when he gained back some of his senses.
"I was looking for something in Mom's samples case and I found it and I took it" explained Markus.
"And what were you looking for in Mom's samples??"
"This" said Markus, digging into his pocket and pulling out tube of lipstick.
Jeremy blinked. "What the hell do you want a lipstick for?"
"I just wanted something small, that I could keep in my pocket to remind me of Mom while we're away. You know what I mean?"
Sweet little Markus. A lipstick as a worry stone.
At times like these, when his brother was being a real baby, Jeremy felt sorry for him.
He hated when Markus acted like a baby to get his way, or when he couldn't take what Jeremy was dishing out.
But this was different.
Jeremy knew that ever since Mom and Dad split four years ago that Markus was hurting inside. That's why Mark was such a mama's boy.
Markus didn't like going to Churchill. It's just a little place really and kind of boring for kids if you don't like the outdoors.
Jeremy loved Churchill and adored his Dad, a wildlife biologist. He was in Churchill to study polar bears. For Jeremy this was the height of cool. He loved it when Dad taught him stuff and when they really did watch the bears....well you just can't beat that.
Markus is just as happy to visit the zoo back in Winnipeg and see the lazy polar bears lying around pathetically in cement cages passed off as natural settings.
The kid just never got into it. The life in Churchill. Or Dad. It was always the same with him, he'd get homesick by the second day and be a drag, missing Mom and Winnipeg.
Jeremy wasn't one for a lot of lovey dovey stuff, but he had a heart.
He let his brother keep the lipstick, but he took the picture.
He left Markus crying in the sleeper and went back out to sit in the public car.
Jeremy watched the vast nothingness rolling by, bringing him closer and closer to his spirit.
Once he made his first footprints in the snow back in Churchill everything would be okay again.
Neither of the boys ate dinner that night. And when it gets dark so early, just after five, well you might as well go to bed early.
So after sitting around watching the people on the train for a while, they head for bed.
They are quiet, both of them, just getting into their pyjamas and climbing into their bunks.
Jeremy cut Mark some slack and let him have the top bunk without a quarrel.
Going to sleep on a train is such a comforting thing. The sound of this massive beast, making it's rythmical way along steel rails, screaming whistles piercing like great warnings . . .
I have Jeremy and Markus.
With all my power and all my might
I, Hudson,
the Rail Dragon
will take my precious cargo
back to their North Spirit.
Jeremy is just drifting off in the belly of the beast when another sound penetrates his conciousness . . .
Markus. He's crying.
Jeremy is sleepy and soft hearted now. He doesn't have the energy to give the kid grief.
He climbs up into the top bunk with Markus and holds him while he cries.
Then Jeremy, well he starts to cry too.
And they cry together holding each other. Soon they are sobbing, clinging to each other.
When they had cried it out, they loosened their embrace and wiped their faces.
Markus, still sniffling asks Jeremy
"Did you ever let a girl suck your weiner"?
Jeremy, quick to respond, his macho image at stake, replied
"Oh yeah man lotsa times".
Markus continues to question: now he has an authority on the subject.
"Do you think it hurts the girl?"
"Oh no way, the ladies love it"
"What happens if you have to pee?"
"Well then you get up and go the bathroom."
"What happens if she makes you shoot your jizz?
"You gotta take it outta her mouth so she doesn't get aids or nothing, and shoot your jizz on her face."
"I wanna try it."
"You're way too young to get your dick sucked Mark"
"No." said Markus quietly. "I wanna try to suck one. Like Mom did. So I know how it felt for her."
Jeremy, already stimulated by the course of the conversation, was thunderstruck by his brothers statement. He grew a shockingly hard erection.
Here they were talking about cock sucking and he's gotten horny. And here was his little brother needing love.
He promised Mom he'd look after Markus. Mom would want him to show his love to the kid.
Without a word, he took Mark's hand and stuck it on top of his hard-on in his pyjamas.
Mark gasped. "Oh man you got a big one!"
"Suck it" Jeremy said. "Then you'll see if Mom liked it."
"Really J?" Markus was excited. "Okay. But just a minute okay?"
He scrambled out of the bunk.
Markus turned on the lowlight and picked his pants up off the floor, reaching into the pocket and retreiving the lipstick.
He removed the cap, and twisted the tube...the lipstick ascending like a little red hot cock.
Without the aid of a mirror, Markus painted his lips heavily with the lipstick, the colour of a whore.
He climbed back up into the top bunk and Jeremy had his stiffy out and was stroking it. He was really going to make his brother feel better.
"Okay now suck it" said Jeremy, holding his erection up. His little brother descended onto him with scarlet lips, and as his face became distorted by his brothers cock, his eyes looked up to Jeremy.
Jeremy saw Mom. Jeremy became Dad.
He grabbed his brothers head and nearly choked the kid to death he fucked his mouth so hard.
His boyish excitement, mixed with forbidden visions, made him quick to explode.
As Jeremy shot his load, Markus pulled back, getting cum in his mouth and on his face and his pyjama top.
In seconds both boys were rolling on the bed laughing.
"Holy Shit!" said Jeremy over and over.
Bratty Markus teased his brother, grabbing his soft penis,
"Ya. Like that huh"
"I'm pretty good huh"
He sprawled out beside his brother and they had a little tickle fight. When they were through laughing, they just sighed.
Exhausted.
Markus cuddled in close to Jeremy and kissed him on the mouth like a girl.
Markus fell quickly asleep.
Jeremy listened to the rythym of the rail. He felt something he had never felt before.
the Hudson,
it carries us,
and we are the link
between Mom and Dad.
In the belly of the beast . . .
we are Mom and Dad.
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