Date: Sun, 12 Aug 2007 02:57:13 -0700
From: bryboiblue@gmail.com
Subject: House of Carters -- The first time (chapter 2)

This story involved male-on-male sex and incest. It is a complete work of
fiction and claims no knowledge of the Carter brothers or their sexual
orientation and is not endorsed by the E! Network in anyway. If you are not
18 or are offended by the stated content matter, please find something more
suited to your interests.

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I let myself into Aaron's room, hearing his slow, rhythmic breathing. With
the help of the moonlight spilling in through the unshaded window, I could
see the glow of Aaron's soft, smooth skin against the bed sheets. He'd
taken off his sweatpants and was just wearing a pair of black, silk boxers
that served to highlight the pale near-whiteness of his only slightly
tanned form.

I sat down on the bed next to him, whispering his name, but there was no
response. He merely lay there on his back, hands behind his head revealing
light tufts of blond-brown down on his armpits.

I sat there for what seemed like forever before I lightly touched the back
of my hand to one of his sallow, sunken cheeks, feeling the smoothness and
warmth of his skin. I slowly stroked his cheek, and in time he leaned into
my caresses ever so slightly, but otherwise there was no change in his
sleeping form.

Eventually, I worked up the nerve to lay a trembling hand on one of his
mildly defined pecs, letting it rest there for a long time while I calmed
myself. Eventually, I began kneading his pec ever so gently, and then,
after awhile, playing with his perfect dark-pink nipple, which hardened
under my soft and passionate ministrations.

I worked up the courage to trace my way down his smooth chest to his firm
abs and hairless stomach, pausing for a long time at the top of his
boxers. It took me several minutes to work up the courage to slip my hand
under the waistband of his boxers and push further south.

I was surprised that I encountered no pubic hair, indeed, he was completely
smooth all the way down, until I held his flaccid penis gently in my
hand. I began to squeeze gently at his boy-man cock and was almost
immediately rewarded by it thickening and lengthening, growing in response
to my gentle touch.

I couldn't resist, I needed to see what my hand had brought to life, and I
slowly, gently eased his boxers down until his glory could be revealed. The
pale, beautiful cock I found before me was 7 or more inches long, pale,
thin and curved a bit to the right and up, the head was very large compared
to the rest of his penis and a dark pink. His balls were large, hairless
and hung loosely between his legs, inviting touch.

I glanced to Aaron's face, afraid of what I was doing, knowing I should
stop but finding myself unable to control my desire. By this time, I was
unbelievably hard myself. While Aaron was a match for me in length, I knew
I was easily almost twice as thick, though instead of being straight and
even along its length, my cock tapered from the base to a somewhat smaller
head.

But it was hardly my own aching, throbbing member that I was interested
in. Waves of guilt and confusion washed over me. I shouldn't be here, I
shouldn't be doing this. Fuck, this was my little brother, someone I had
fought to protect, whom I loved more than anything else in my life, and yet
here I was, secretly in his room as he slept, unable to stop squeezing his
hardening cock.

Aaron's breathing remained unchanged. Eventually I worked up the courage to
begin stroking his penis with my index finger. Starting at the base, I
slowly traced my way up the swollen underside until I reached his engorged
head. I traced my finger around the hard, defined underside of his glans,
circling it a half dozen times before following the cleft on the underside
up to the opening that was starting to secrete copious amounts of precum.

I swirled the clear fluid around for awhile until my finger was
coated. Then I brought it to my mouth, sucking Aaron's sexual fluid off my
finger, tasting the sweet nectar of my little brother's arousal. I was in
heaven. I couldn't control my actions. I was torn, not between right and
wrong, but between whether I should continue to feel up that irresistible
cock or proceed on to his pendulous balls.

The new and unexplored won out. I cupped his hairless and massive ball sac
in my hand, feeling the weight and the dampness of his large, smooth
scrotum. As I lightly grasped his impressive flesh in my hand, my middle
finger, slightly longer than the rest, came to rest on the bulge of his
prostate.

I couldn't help following the smooth, hard ridge until it found the tightly
puckered closing of his anus. I was amazed at how soft and smooth the
opening to his boy pussy was. Surely no cock had ever penetrated it. The
feel of his virgin asshole made my precum flow at unprecedented levels,
soaking my underwear to the point wear the dark stain was unmistakable,
even in the dim moonlight.

I glanced up at his serenely composed face. He was breathing shallowly,
seemingly in deep sleep. Then he moaned softly, bringing his left knee up
until his leg was crooked, revealing the pale and hairless inside of his
smooth thigh and making his tight boy bud even more accessible, despite his
boxers now stretched between his left foreleg and right thigh.

I froze, afraid that I'd awoken him, holding my breath for what seemed like
forever. Several minutes went by before my lust and curiosity overcame my
fear. I began to slowly stroke his magnificent cock, starting at the base
where it met his soft, loose sac and continuing up along its underside to
his swollen head. For several minutes this continued until I couldn't stop
myself.

I leaned in hesitantly; trying to control the trembling that resulted from
a combination of my fear and desire. Showing an unexpected amount of
restraint, I didn't swallow his perfect cock they way I wanted to. Instead,
I brought my face close to his loose sac, breathing in the smell of teenage
boy musk, inhaling deeply. I began by blowing gently on his loose-hanging
balls, my warm breath caressing the emblems of his manhood. Slowly, ever so
slowly, I worked my way north, allowing my breath to envelop his hard,
beautiful penis inch by inch until I'd passed his head and was breathing
nervously onto his hairless abdomen.

I couldn't stop myself any longer, I opened my mouth, sheathed my teeth
behind my lips and swallowed him whole. I had plenty of covert experience
with men, starting with my pig of a former manager, Lou Pearlman, then with
my band mate Howie Dorough. The number of guys I'd had discrete
"encounters" with since then I couldn't count. But I'd never loved any of
them. Yeah, I'd liked Howie, and Greg Raposo, who opened for me during my
solo tour was fun as hell, just way too self-absorbed. But Aaron was the
person I cared more about than anyone else on the planet. I'd even gotten a
secret guilty thrill out of imagining him with Paris, though I was pretty
sure they'd never done anything more than go to dinner ... still, the idea
of Aaron with someone I'd been intimate with was arousing.

There I was, the entirety of Aaron's cock in my mouth and throat, my nose
pressed firmly against smooth stomach, my tongue flicking around the base
of his penis, traversing from loose sac to the hardened ridge at the base
of his cock. And as much as I loved having all of him inside me, I knew
this wasn't they way to give him maximum pleasure - and after all, even
asleep it was clear he was capable of enjoying my attention.

I slowly slid up his rigid penis, my lips hard enough to create sensation,
my tongue exploring every millimeter of his cock. Finally I reached his
huge, engorged head and I went to work. I grabbed the base of his dick with
my left hand, holding it tightly between thumb and forefinger while
massaging his smooth balls with the rest of my fingers. Locking my lips on
his cock, I started to slowly bob up and down on the top few inches while
using my practiced tongue to massage his glans and slit. I was shocked by
the amount of precum spilling from the tip of his cock. As much as I love
cum, precum is nectar compared to water. I could almost imagine him being
able to press his cock into an ass -- my ass -- needing not even a spot of
lubrication. That copious seepage was merely icing on the cake, an
unexpected sweetness that made my uncontrollable flicking and licking of
his head that much more unstoppable.

For an indeterminate period of time, I remained, my lips sliding along
Aaron's top three inches, my tongue roughly and strenuously massaging his
head while slurping in his boy juice, almost completely forgetting how
horrible the thing I was doing was.

It startled the hell out of me when it happened. One of Aaron's bony,
strong hands slid into my loose blond hair and then grabbed, pushing me
down onto his cock. While gagging wasn't really an issue, actually being
able to pleasure him was, so I resisted, straining my neck muscles to his
stringy, teenage arms were only able to control the pace of the blow job
and not the quality.

He started to moan, his breath coming more irregularly and sharply. I
reached my free hand into my shorts and started to stroke my thick iron
that demanded release. As Aaron's force on my head grew stronger, his
breath became more ragged and my strokes on my own cock became quicker and
harder.

I was alternating taking all of his length down my throat while furiously
working my tongue around along and over the ridge of his head on the
upstrokes, trying to combine deep-throating while still giving his head the
attention that makes a blow job almost as good as a fuck.

Though I didn't think it possible, Aaron grew even harder and his head
swelled to an unbelievable size and hardness. His steady pressure on the
back of my head was now supplemented by vigorous thrusts of his hips so
that as much as I tried, I no longer had any semblance of control. My
little brother was fucking my face, forcing himself deep into my throat at
a faster and faster pace. My spittle was flowing freely and not only coated
his bloated cock, but was running down his balls and thighs, covering my
chin and dropping copiously onto him and the bed.

His moans were steadily becoming louder until, quite suddenly, the force on
the back of my head became far stronger, every muscle in his arms pushing
down as he thrust up hard with his thing, pale pelvis, the full force of
his dancer's thighs behind it.

There I was, my mouth and throat impaled on his hard, throbbing cock as
suddenly wave after wave of cum was pumped directly into my throat. As he
came, Aaron grabbed a handful of hair with each hand, squeezing so tightly
a small part of my mind feared he might rip it out.

And then, it was over. Aaron yanked my head back and pushed me away. I was
surprised at the strength of his thin, sinewy arms. I fell back on the bed,
my hand still clutched around my cock, on the verge of spilling my own
load. I looked at Aaron's face, expecting to see the dreamy, satisfied
state of pleasure I'd seen on so many lovers' faces. Instead, he looked
sick. Free of me, he bolted for the door, naked. He ran from the room, and
I could hear the nearby bathroom door slam.

Dazed, I followed, pulling my shorts up, though they were completely
incapable of hiding the bulge of my fully erect penis. As I neared the
bathroom, I heard the unmistakable sound of retching. I froze for a moment,
wanting to comfort my brother ... and then fled to my room.


I apologize for the length of time between chapters, but I do intend to
carry this forward. Feedback and comments are greatly appreciated, and I'm
sorry I haven't written back yet to those who expressed their enjoyment of
the first chapter. Please feel free to contact me at bryboiblue@gmail.com