Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2005 14:34:29 EST
From: JAXSPER@aol.com
Subject: Harry and Max Ver. 2.0 (celeb, incest)

DISCLAIMER and COPYRIGHT

This story is based on the film "Harry and Max" written and directed by
Christopher Munch.  All characters portrayed herein are copyright and
trademark.

I recently saw the film, and liked it.  You should see it too.  I was
hoping, however, that it would have gone in a different direction with the
characters and material, so I reworked the story using the same characters
and general plot points.  And did so again to present it here.

This story, like the film, is a work of fiction and does not state or imply
anything about the lifestyle or sexual preference of any actors who
portrayed characters in the film

You should only be reading this story if you are of legal age to do so.
That being said, let's continue.


Harry & Max  Ver. 2.0
by Jaxsper Finn

Chapter One


He had never felt so alone.

Even from backstage, the sheer volume of the crowd
was overwhelming.  When his mom opened the dressing
room door, the sound waves seemed to hit him like a
tsunami.  That's the only way to describe it.  You
didn't just hear the sound; you experienced it with
your entire body!  The crowd chanted as one, "Max!
Max! Max!"

"Max!  Aren't you ready yet?" his Mother asked.
"You go on stage in fifteen, dear."

Max heard her.  He always heard her, crowd or no
crowd.  He turned away from the light bulb circled
mirror.

"Did Harry get here yet?" the 16 year old asked his
mother as he pulled on his sequined shirt.

This was the last day of his tour: thirty cities in
almost as many days. Max was exhausted, and one of
the only things that kept him going was the thought
that his brother, Harry, would see him onstage at
least once.  Max wanted to see him so badly.  It was
too bad that Harry's band The Ingenues were on tour
in Japan.

"No, dear, he won't be.  You know that they are
still in Kyoto.  Now, let me do your hair.  You
know how the girls like it when you spike it up on
top."

His mother rubbed the wax between her palms
vigorously and then roughly tugged at Max's hair,
pulling it up in spikes and chunks.  Max actually
preferred letting it hang down; he was trying to
grow it long but wasn't sure how much longer his
mother would let him keep it that way.

"This mop of yours!  Honestly, if we weren't so
busy, I would have had it cut long ago.  You're
starting to look too different from the picture on
your t-shirts, and you know we just ordered another
50 gross!  I mean, we have to keep continuity, Max.
You know that.  Once this tour is over, we'll have
it put back the right way before your photo shoot
for Heartthrob.

By this time it was T-minus ten minutes and
counting.

Max's mother kissed him, an air-kiss since a real
one would leave a lipstick mark on his face, and
told him to "break a leg."

The tour manager, Nikki, met Max outside of his
dressing room and helped steer him toward the
stage.

Nikki had been his neighbor, and Max's brother first
girlfriend, before Harry left to go on tour.  It
was not a pretty break-up.  While she was a good
tour manager, and friend to Max, her motives for
being with the troupe were always in question.  The
other members of the tour company thought Nikki was
there because of her relationship with the family,
not on her own merits.  Max's mother would say that
Nikki kept Max busy and allowed her to focus on his
career.  If you asked Nikki, she'd say that it was
because Max's mother never allowed Max to tour in a
city where Harry was appearing, thus ensuring
Nikki's distance from her ex.  Max, on the other
hand, knew that what kept Nikki going was the same
thing for him, the occasional visits by Harry.

"Everything will be great.  The girls are worked
into an absolute frenzy tonight, much better than
Toronto.  Oh, and one more thing: don't be too
surprised if a local celebrity joins you onstage to
wish you `happy birthday.'  He'll come in just
after you perform "Heart Sparkler" and then you'll go
right into "Ocean of Your Eyes."

"Ugh," Max thought, "Local celebrity.  It's
probably someone stupid like "Wally Weatherman from
station WDUD" or something with a lame birthday
cake.  Wait, what city am I in again?  Orlando?
It's Orlando, right?  It's all starting to blur."

Max didn't have time to think about it for long.

"You're on," Nikki said as she pushed Max forward.
"Oh, and Max, don't forget, tonight we're in
Miami."

He braced himself and walked up the short flight of
steps to the stage. Peeking around the wings, he
could see nothing but an undulating, swirling,
flowing mass of people, each of them here for one
purpose and one purpose only: to experience the
teen idol known as Max.  Max drew a long breath, 
straightening his back so he didn't slouch and 
bounded onto the stage.

The volume level doubled, that in itself was
something to be experienced.

Max raised his left hand to wave. Immediately,
everyone in the audience who was directly in front
of the stage started waving back and leaping
around, desperate to make it into his field of
vision.

Max gave a huge smile.

Then the show started.  The entire arena was
plunged into pitch darkness and everything went
quiet.

"Hey, anyone got a light?" asked Max's amplified
voice in the darkness. A huge scream went up from
the crowd as he said it.  Thousands of glow sticks,
each emblazoned with his name down the side, were
thrust into the air.

A spotlight illuminated Max, center stage.
Fireworks exploded on either side of him and the
band started to play the opening bars of "Love is
Blind." The scream that went up that was something
else; it must've been four times louder than the
one before. He began singing and was joined by his
back up dancers as the lights on the stage switched
on one by one with each drum beat. Max didn't
disappoint and immediately started showing off,
spinning and dancing with his team while he sang,
smiling into the camera broadcasting to the
Jumbotron hanging over the stage.  It was another
great performance.

"Hello, Miami," Max called out as the song ended.

"Shhhhhhhh...." The screaming died down to a more
reasonable level. "There's only one rule at my
concert," said Max, "You must NOT stand still! I
want you to spark!!"

That did it. The room virtually exploded with
sound.

"What's that?  Are you going to spark?"

"Yeah!" yelled the crowd in unison.

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU..."

"YEAH!"

"ONE MORE TIME! WHO ARE YOU HERE FOR"

"MAX! MAX! MAX! MAX!"

"Well, that's it - you're now officially the most
rowdy crowd I've ever played for, let's spark!"

A huge cheer went up, and Max went on to sing "Heart
Sparkler." When the song ended, Max braced himself
for "Wally Weatherman." The lights dimmed and he
heard it.

"Happy Birthday to you.  Happy birthday to you."

The spotlight moved to the side of the stage and Max's brother
Harry walked out, singing.

Max was stunned.  He simply didn't move, just stood there
gaping at his brother.  Harry looked right at Max, not at the
crowd.  Here he was center stage, in front of thousands of
people, all desperately wanting him or his brother, but he just
kept looking at Max while he sang.  To say Max was happy was a
major understatement.  His brother was there, with a song just
for him.

"Happy Birthday, dear Max.  Happy birthday to you."

The heavens opened, and glitter and balloons gently fell from
the roof onto the crowd.  By the end of the song, Max was
shaken to his emotional core. Harry had a beautiful voice,
every note; every chord of that simple song came from deep
within his heart.  There wasn't a single person there that
didn't feel the magic generated by these two talented brothers.

Max couldn't help it.  A month of concerts, every night in a
different town, the exhaustive work, no one to talk to, no
familiar things from home, it all caught up to him.  He started
to cry.

Harry hugged him, and it felt like home.

Over Harry's shoulder Max saw his mom just offstage.  He pulled
himself up, wiping a tear on the sleeve of his sequined shirt.
There was still a concert to finish.  Harry whispered that he
would be waiting back at the hotel and walked off stage.

The band started to play "Ocean of Your Eyes."

Max sang.




Chapter Two

It wasn't that his parents didn't love him and Max.  They
weren't abused; well, not in the physical sense.  Harry, now
23, spent his early years being relatively ignored by their
parents.  The boy's mother married young, to a man who wasn't
exactly strong in the personality department.  Their mother
just didn't know what to do with him.  He couldn't walk or talk
or do anything interesting in her opinion.  Harry was just
about to start the first grade when his mother happened to come
upon a flyer for a children's talent contest.  Finally, a
purpose for that little person she gave birth to and inhabited
her house for the last six years.

Harry placed fifth in that talent contest, then second place in
the junior Hawaiian Tropic kids beauty contest, and second
again in the junior karaoke contest and finally first place in
the children's talent contest the following year.  That was the
year that Harry's mother gave birth to Max. Max was going to be
different, his mother said, she would start earlier so that it
wouldn't take her other son a year to get it right and be the
best.

The early days were schizophrenic.  Some days were spent with
their mother running Harry or Max to singing lessons or dancing
lessons or drama lessons or auditions or competitions.  In
between, the brothers might go for days with little contact
from their mother.  It was 10 year old Harry who would see that
Max was fed or had his bath.  It was Harry who read Max his
bedtime stories or watched over his baby brother when he had a
bad dream. These mundane tasks were not very exciting to the
boy's mother.  Instead, she kept herself focused on their
careers.

Harry was part of a boy band group called The Ingenues by the time
he was 16, his mother made sure of that.  The band had albums
released and had toured Europe, then Asia and finally America.
On Harry's eighteenth birthday, he told his mother that he was
leaving. He couldn't take his parent's "coaching" any longer.
Max, then barely 11, cried that night.

Harry promised Max that he'd keep in touch.  Harry kept that
promise, taking Max for weekends and writing and calling Max
constantly.  Still, Max was sad.  The only friend he had, the
only person who could really understand what Max was going
through at home, wasn't there.

With his mother working as his manager, Max released his first
single by 14.

______________________

"Hey bro," Max yelled as he raced into his hotel room talking a
mile a minute.  "I can't believe that you came.  I really
can't.  Mom told me that you couldn't make it; that you were
stuck in Japan, but I knew you'd get here. I knew it.  Did you
see me on stage, bro?  I was like you.  I even did that one
move you used to, where you let your hair fall in front of your
eyes, and then look at the camera.  Did mom know you were.."

"Whoa, Max.  Slow down," his brother said.  "When I talked to
Mom, I still wasn't sure if I could make it.  She thought it
would be best if I stayed in Japan to do an interview show
there, but really I don't think my sitting in a tub of oatmeal
talking to a panda puppet is going to sell that many more
records.  Ingenues might be selling fewer CD's here in the US,
but we're still big in the Asian markets.  Besides, I had to
see you, baby brother. It's your birthday.  Here, I got you
something, Squirt."

Harry held up a stuffed panda bear, a replica of the host of
the talk show he skipped out on in Japan.  He mockingly kissed
it on the forehead and tucked it under the covers of Max's
hotel bed.

Max rolled his eyes, and yelled, "I told you, don't call me
Squirt!  I'm not a little kid."

Max lifted the stuffed animal from his bed and threw it,
secretly taking care to aim for his luggage that was spilling
out in the corner.  He didn't want to forget the panda when he
checked out the following morning.

Harry grabbed Max and hugged him, wishing him `happy birthday,
again.

"I'm. uh. I'm still kinda sweaty," Max said as he extracted
himself from his brother's hug.  "I think I'm going to take a
shower.  Will you wait for me, bro?"

Harry assured him that he wasn't going anywhere.

Max went into the hotel bathroom, undressed and climbed into
the shower. Harry could hear the water and see the steam from
the shower billowing out from the open bathroom door.

"I.. I saw all the girls screaming for you, stud," Harry
shouted into the bathroom.

"Yeah, I know," Max said, wiping some soap out of his eye.
"What's up with that?  I'll never understand the little fan-
girls.  Like I'd ever want someone who was screaming in my ear
and all red and puffy from crying over me."

Harry moved closer, sitting on the side of the sink to better
hear his brother over the shower spray.  He could see the
outline of Max's body through the shower door.

"You should see the girls in Japan, man," Harry said.  "They
make these chicks seem tame.  You should tour Japan sometime.
Maybe Mom will let you during winter break."

Max answered, "If you guys weren't in Japan, she'd have me over
there now. I don't think she wants me too connected to Ingenues.
She wants me to be a star in my own right.  I don't care.  I'd
rather be in classes with my friends and stuff.  School starts
next week.  It would be nice to see you in Japan, though.  I
miss you, Harry.  Really miss you."

Max looked sideways through the steamed shower door and said,
"Remember our trip to the Bahamas?"

"Yeah," Harry answered tentatively, looking away and drawing
hearts in the steamed-up mirror.

"I mean, really remember it?  Remember what we did?" Max
continued.

"Max," Harry answered, "This isn't the Bahamas."

Max opened the shower door, the warm spray ricocheting off his
body hitting his brother.  There was a look in his eyes that
Harry both regretted and longed to see.

"Hey, watch it, man," said Harry, "You're gonna get me all
wet."

Max took Harry by the hand drew him closer to the shower.  His
arms went around Harry's neck, pulling him even closer.

The two brothers kissed.

Their lips found each other's and parted, tongues colliding.
Harry could feel Max's wet body pressing into him, drenching
him completely.  At 16, Max was really starting to develop,
losing some of his baby fat.  Harry started to pull his clothes
off.  It was Max's fingers on the buttons of Harry's shirt.

Now naked, Harry joined Max in the shower, closing the door
behind him.  He reached for the soap and began to lather up his
brother, much like he did when they were kids.  He washed his
brother from head to toe.  Harry watched the soap bubbles shine
in the harsh, hotel light of the bathroom. The bubbles cascaded
down Max's smooth shoulders and chest, circling around his tiny
bellybutton and springboard diving off Max's uncircumcised
penis, ultimately pooling at his feet by the drain.

Looking into his older brother's eyes, Max took the soap from
his hand and lathered up both of their cocks so they could slip
and slide against each other.  Harry's hardening cock slipped
along his younger brother's belly.

Max gasped and swore he could feel every vein of his brother's
hard cock rubbing against him.  He stood up on tiptoe so that
they were closer in size.  Max reached down and grabbed both
boners in his hand, rubbing them together so that his cock head
collided against his brother's circumcised shaft.  It was easy
to see the difference in the two brother's sizes.

"Oh shit, Harry.  You feel even better than I remember.  I bet
my hand feels better on your cock than yours or Roxanne's ever did!"

"Don't swear," Harry said and kissed his baby brother deeply on
the lips, gradually moving them under the powerful stream of
water.

Breaking the kiss, Max whispered into his brother's ear.  "I
want you Harry.  No, I need you.  I need to feel you sliding in
deep inside.  Will you do it, Harry?  Please."

At that moment, Harry's eyes bulged even more than his penis, and
that was saying something since Harry's boner felt so hard that
he thought it was going to break off.  What Max was asking was
more than they had ever done before.  Harry ran his hands down
Max's cheeks, smoothing his now long hair.  His hands continued
down Max's body, brushing away the stray soap bubbles.  Once he
had gotten rid of all of the soap, Harry lifted Max up out of
the shower.

He grabbed a couple of big fluffy towels and dried his younger
brother. "Follow me, Squirt," Harry said, beckoning Max into
the bedroom.




Chapter Three

When they were kids, Max used to love to wrestle. He would
sneak up on his older brother, pouncing down on him at the most
inopportune moments. Harry, the older and more `mature'
brother, would try to ignore this at first telling Max that it
wasn't the right time, or that he was tired from dance lessons.
Max wouldn't listen and continued relentlessly trying to
wrestle his brother to the floor. Eventually, Harry would
retaliate and flip his baby brother over onto his back, sit on
his chest effectively pinning him. Max would laugh the whole
time. Even though they were only play fighting, Harry would try
to hold back a little, careful not to hurt his younger brother.
Max, on the other hand, not realizing his growing strength,
would go full steam.
______________________

Max dropped Harry's hand, as Harry led him from the bathroom.
Max ran ahead of his brother and jumped onto the bed giggling.

"Come here," he said, kneeling on the bed and holding his arms
out to Harry.

Harry walked to the edge of the bed, looking down at the naked
form of his brother and ran his finger gently across his
brother's full lips.

As Harry's hands touched his cheeks, Max seized his brother's
wrists, falling back onto the bed and pulling his brother down
on top of him. Max could feel his older brother's body
enveloping his own, he also felt Harry's hard cock pressing
wonderfully into the bottom of his balls. Harry looked down at
his brother, pinned beneath him, his eyes questioning if this
was what Max wanted. Harry was somewhat conscious of the weight
he had gained; he wasn't nearly in as good of shape as he had
been. This didn't bother Max. He felt surrounded with
incredible feeling of having his big brother's larger body
blanketing his. Max brought his hands around Harry's body and
drew him down close, pressing all his weight against him. He
felt safe.

The boys kissed again.

Harry, lost in the moment of the kiss, was caught by surprise
as Max shifted his weight and flipped him over.  Now Max was on
top.

Then Max said something that shocked Harry.

"Please, Harry.  Please stick your hot dick in my ass.  I want
you to slide deep inside of me until your balls collide with my
ass cheeks.  I wanna know what it feels like to have your hot
juices flooding inside of me. Fuck me, Harry. F-u-c-k me," Max
moaned, imitating Harry's girlfriend's voice.

"Max!" Harry said, abashed.  "I told you not to swear.  What if
your fans heard you?  What if a magazine heard you?  Man, what
if Mom heard you?"

Max looked down at their naked bodies, then back up at Harry
raising an eyebrow.  Realizing their state, the two of them laughed.

Never breaking eye contact, Max kissed his way down Harry's
body arriving at his balls.  Max ran his hand down the length of 
Harry dick and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. Harry 
let out an involuntary moan. Max then stuck out his tongue and 
began licking at his brother's penis, from base to tip like an ice 
cream cone. Harry felt like his entire body was on fire. Max then, 
very gently, put the tip of his dick into his mouth and sucked softly,
continually running his tongue round the ridge of the head, and
occasionally probing at the top.

"You taste great," Max said savoring the taste of his brother,
mixed with a hint of soap. "Just like the Bahamas."

Max blew cool air over Harry's burning penis and asked, "Will
you do it, Harry? Seriously, I want you inside of me."

Harry warned Max that if he kept up he was doing, he would cum
before anything else could happen. At first, Max ignored him,
obstinately giving Harry's cock a series of aggressive swipes
with his tongue.  Then, reluctantly Max pulled his mouth away
from Harry's dick, giving it a final, farewell lick.

Max moved to the foot of the bed and rolled over onto his
stomach. He pulled his knapsack out from under the bed and
rummaged through it, giving Harry a view of his ass that any
teen magazine or teenage girl would kill for. After a moment,
he produced a large tube of KY jelly.  Max smiled.

"Where did you get that, Squirt?" Harry asked.

"Hey, I told you not to call me `Squirt'," Max said bouncing up
to land on his brother's stomach.

Max slid down from Harry's stomach until he sat on his
brother's thighs. He squeezed a line of KY down the length of
his brother's penis from the base to the tip and gently rubbed
it around. He then slapped the KY tube into his brother's hand
and turned over, grabbing a pillow from the top of the bed and
placed it under his hips.

"Are you sure you're ready," Harry asked.

"No, I'm not ready." Max said, looking over his shoulder. "That's
your job." Max pointed at Harry's hand and wiggled his ass.

Harry sat up and moved toward his brother. He squeezed a large
bead of the lubricant straight into his hole, and put a tip of
his finger there. Slowly he massaged it in and before he knew
it his finger was totally buried in Max's backside. Then two
fingers, then three went in all the way to the second knuckle.
Harry noticed that Max's breathing increased in speed that and
he seemed somewhat tense. Harry massaged his younger brother's
shoulders with one hand, keeping the fingers of his other hand
still for a while so Max could get used to it

After awhile, Harry felt the tension in Max's ass lessen, and
Max let out a deep breath.

"I want to do it with you face to face, Harry," Max said, his
voice somewhat muffled by the pillow. "I want you to look into
my eyes while we do it. Please, Harry.

Max rolled over in front of the stunned Harry and repositioned
the pillow.

After a few moments, Harry leaned forward, straddling his
brother and took aim with his slick erection. He could feel the
tip of his dick make contact with the ring of Max's asshole,
and he gently forward. It didn't take nearly the amount of
pressure Harry would have thought, probably thanks to the KY
and the fingering he had given Max beforehand. Still, he felt
Max clamp down hard on his dickhead when he entered Max. This
pressure, and the heat of Max's body almost made Harry cum, and
he had to pause for a moment before gradually reapplying
pressure and continue his entry.

Harry looked down at Max and noticed his younger brother's eyes
were closed tightly.

"If it hurts, Max, tell me, ok? The last thing I wanna do his
hurt you."

"You're OK at the moment, man," Max said, breathlessly. "Just
go slow."

Max moaned as he felt the coolness of his brother's cock
continue its way into his hot hole. Inch by inch Max gradually
accepted the intruder, and after a few minutes, felt his
brother almost fully inside of him. Max let out a moan of
relief.

Harry remained still; allowing Max to get used to the
sensation, and then gently lowered his weight down onto Max
again. He rested his head beside Max's and felt his brother's
warm breath against his ear. Harry rose up slightly and began
kissing him on the neck. Harry wrapped his arms under his
brother's body and slowly began to move his dick in and out.

Max felt connected to his brother, almost as though the two
were Siamese twins.  In some ways they were, connected by six
inches or so of penis between them. Max reached up and grabbed
Harry's butt cheeks and pulled them toward him so that the last
half-inch of his brother's fat cock pushed inside. That was it.
He had it all.

Harry took Max's hands on his ass as a sign that his brother
was ready for more and began to thrust his dick in and out of
his Max's hole faster. Harry stared down into his Max's eyes
and saw a look of ecstasy. He leaned forward and pressed his
lips on Max's so that they were connected even more. He thrust
forward even faster still as Max fought to take every inch.

Max was barely aware of his own cock as it rubbed against
Harry's belly. It drew lines of pre-cum across his brother as
he rocked beneath him. It all felt so good. He was awash in
emotions. His lips touched Harry's. His tongue danced around
Harry's. His body was slick with a mixture of his sweat and
Harry's. He could feel Harry inside of him. He felt Harry's
cock bumping against his prostate. He felt his own cock
sandwiched between his body and Harry's. He knew that he
couldn't last long.

"Oh, Harry. I'm so close. I want you to cum with me, man. Can
you feel it? Are you ready to shoot?" Max said as he broke
their kiss.

Harry didn't need to check. He felt like he was going to
explode from the moment he entered Max. He grunted and nodded,
his eyes locked onto Max's.

"Oh shit.  Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Harry grunted with each
thrust.

Max felt his brother explode inside of him, the hot jizz feel
almost cool against his burning asshole. The spasming cock made
Max's insides wiggle with joy. He could feel every bit of his
brother's dick jumping inside of him, filling him up. He felt
every twitch, every quiver. He was so caught up in the moment
that he didn't even feel his own cock explode, shooting streams
of sperm up between their bodies, sticking the two of them
together, bonding the two brothers even more.

Harry's dick finally stopped shooting. He lowered his body,
coming to rest on top of his younger brother's. He was out of
breath. This was more of a workout than he'd had in weeks.

Max tried to use his ass muscles to hold onto his older
brother's shrinking penis. He wanted desperately to stay
connected.

"I love you," he whispered into Harry's ear.
Harry pulled himself up with the last of his strength to
look into his brother's eyes. He looked down at Max and felt
nothing but love as well. The two brothers stared at each
other for what seemed like an eternity. A rapid knock at the
hotel room door broke them from their gaze.

"Oh shit," said Max, knowing he had again sworn.

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