Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2004 22:23:53 -0400
From: Lilli Luthor <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Roman's Customizing - Chapter 9

Warning:  This story depicts incest between two brothers.
Feedback: lilliluthor@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: Brotherly Love is owned and copyrighted by Witt-Thomas
Productions, Warner Bros and Disney.

The four men sat in silence.  Jim watched as the other three stared into
their coffee cups.  Joe glanced up at Matt every now and again.  The
younger Lawrence wore an expression of hurt and betrayal.

"Matt," Jim began. "Nothing happened between Joe and I. At least not in the
way you think."

"What's that supposed to mean."  Matt flashed both men a look that made
them thankful looks couldn't kill.

"What that means is that Joe and I parked somewhere and I desperately
wanted to have sex with him."

Matt flinched at those words as if they were a cold slap to his face.  Jim
thought it best to cut to the chase.  David gripped Matt's hand which only
caused Joe to become more agitated.  Jim shot a glance to his younger
brother and he abruptly released the boy's hand.

"Joe was very drunk and I started to kiss him and touching him.  The next
thing I know he was jerking himself off and calling your name.  As sexy as
he looked, I knew I wasn't the one he wanted.  He drifted off to sleep and
I drove us home. End of story."

"And now it's your turn," Joe spat out.  "Why were you two lying together
on the couch in your underwear?"

Tears welled up in Matt's eyes.  He tried to speak but couldn't.  David
gripped his hand again and spoke on his behalf.

"Matt didn't cheat on you," he said angrily, "If that's what you're
thinking.  I found him on the couch half asleep, tears streaming down his
eyes.  I joined him on the sofa."

"Because you're such a good person." Joe's words were lace with sarcasm.

"No, because I was hoping something would happen between us and he would
stop crying over a jerk like you," David spoke, a few decibels louder than
he intended.

"Alright, alright," Jim interrupted.  "Let's all simmer down and work this
out."

"Matt, were you crying because you thought Joe cheated on you?"  Jim asked,
ignoring the angry stares Joe and David were aiming at each other.

"Yes," Matt spoke barely above a whisper.

"Do you believe that nothing happened between us?"

Matt shook his head timidly, still not lifting his gaze beyond his coffee
cup.

"Joe, do you believe David and Matt's story?"

"I don't believe anything your brother has to say, but I trust Mattie."

"If you trusted Matt, we wouldn't be having this conversation," David
smirked.

"That does it.  It's time I taught this kid a lesson," Joe shouted rising
from his chair.

Both Jim and David were up in a flash. "Nobody's teaching anybody
anything," Jim shouted, stepping between them.

"Stop it.  Stop it," Matt cried out.  "This was supposed to be our weekend.
We were supposed to spend our first night together.  No interruptions.  And
you ruined it by coming home drunk.  Why couldn't you have stayed home with
me."

In a flash Joe was kneeling by Matt's side and pulling him into his arms.
"I'm so sorry baby.  I love you.  I didn't want the weekend to end up like
this either.  Look, we have one more night to get this right.  We can go
somewhere, just the two of us.  Please Mattie...let me make it up to you."

Matt buried his face in his brother's shoulder and clung to him as if his
life depended on it.  Jim motioned to his brother and they disappeared out
of the room.

"I'm sorry Joe.  I'm sorry I didn't trust you.  But when you came home I
didn't know what to think.

"I'm sorry too.  Look, I have a little bit of money left.  We can go to a
hotel and spend the day together.  I'll do whatever you want.  Just don't
be angry with me."

Before Matt could answer, Jim and David returned.  "Joe, Matt we want to
make you an offer you can't refuse."

Joe rose and stood behind Matt's chair, his hand resting on his lover's
shoulder.

"Since our parents are out of town, David and I are going to head over to
their house.  You two can spend the rest of today and tomorrow morning
here...alone," Jim smiled.

"Just don't use my bedroom," David added.

Jim nudged his little brother in the ribs. "Just give us an hour or so to
clear out.  There's plenty of food in the fridge and here," he said tossing
his house keys to Joe, "just in case you two do decide to come up for air
and leave the house."

Both Roman's were overwhelmed.  After all how many hosts would allow you to
hurl accusations at them and then turn over the keys to their home.

"Look guys, I'm sorry for the mess we made of this weekend and I'm sorry
for all the threats and accusations.  I guess we both have some jealousy
issues to work out."  Joe apologized.  He extended a hand to David first,
then Jim.

"I don't know about anyone else, but all this arguing has made me hungry
and cookies and coffee aren't going to do it for me.  There's a diner David
and I go to when he stays over.  What'd ya say we all get dressed and get
something to eat?"

The four agreed and retreated to their rooms to get washed and dressed.  An
hour later the foursome left the house.  They drove in silence, each man
contemplating the morning's events.  Jim didn't let on, but he was
concerned for the two brothers.  He knew from first hand experience that
such a relationship was doomed from the beginning.  And though he and David
had worked through their issues, it had caused them both a great deal of
pain when the final decision to break off the relationship had finally
come.  He only hoped the Roman's would fair a little better, but he had his
doubts.

Breakfast had been pleasant enough.  The tension of the morning faded away
of coffee, eggs, sausage and pancakes.  David told a few lame jokes the
made both Matt and Joe think of Andy and his strange sense of humor.
After, Jim and David returned to the house for a few of the elder brother's
things.  Jim left a number where he could be reached and the two departed.
Before Joe could finish locking the door Matt was clinging to his back,
lavishing gentle kisses on it and slipping his hands up the cotton tee to
seek out his nipples.

Joe allowed the assault to take place, pressing his chest flat against the
door and spreading his legs, offering himself to his younger sibling.

"Jeez Mattie, you're gonna kill me," he groaned.

Matt slide down to his knees and let his hands slide between his brother's
legs.  He fondled the older boy through the heavy denim and ran his tongue
over the back seam that separated him from Joe's muscled gluts.  Joe
shivered as warm breath penetrated through the thick fabric.  He ground his
waist against the door enjoying the friction it caused.  Those mischievous
hands of his brother were tugging at his fly from between his legs.  They
slid the zipper down and sought out the treasure hidden beneath.  Joe
sucked in his breath and trapped Matt's hand between the door and his
hardened length.

"Fuck Mattie," Joe cried, squirming against the one hand that jacked him
and the other the fondled his heavy sac.  The hands disappeared just as
suddenly as they appeared.  Suddenly the older Roman felt a hard tug and
cool air against his backside.  That sensation was quickly replaced with a
warm tongue along his crease.  The hands were back again and Joe couldn't
think straight.  Too many sensations, his brain was in overload.

"Noooo," he cried out as he felt his orgasm building in him.  "Mattie
wait..."

Matt shoved his tongue as deep as it could go in Joe's ass.  Joe spread his
legs as far as his jean shackled ankles would let him.  Matt slid his hands
to each cheek and spread his brother wide.  He flicked his tongue in and
out of the inviting hole.  Joe was glad that his brother's hands were
otherwise occupied.  At least he could concentrate on not coming
prematurely.

That thought was washed away when his brother rose and shoved two fingers
in his spit slicked slit.  "I taught him well," Joe thought as his brother
sought out and found his prostate within in seconds.  Joe bucked against
the digits pleasuring him, his hands splayed open against the door.  "If
Mattie keeps this up," he thought, "We'll have to buy Jim a new door."

Joe could hear his lover panting and moaning behind him.  Joe slid one hand
down the door and reached for his own cock.  The arm was instantly slammed
back into position and the fingers removed from his throbbing hole.

"Mattie...please," he begged.

"NO," the younger man barked and kicked Joe's legs further apart causing
him to bend his waist towards his brother.

Matt rubbed his still constricted cock against Joe's bare flesh.  Joe
sighed and hung his head down between his shoulders.  Two hands grabbed his
hips and bent his ass towards the thick shaft hidden by layers of denim and
cotton.  He thrust against the firm globes denying himself the feel of
flesh against flesh.  He wanted to punish Joe for the heartache he caused
and prolong the moment.

Joe's ass quivered.  He needed to feel Matt inside of him. He pushed his
butt further out without removing his hands from their position.  It was
awkward with his legs tangled in his own jeans.  "Damn it Mattie," he
whined.  He knew his lover meant to torment him.  He could have easily
overpowered his little brother, but it made him even hornier letting his
brother take control.

Matt stepped back a gave Joe's left cheek a good firm swat.  Satisfied with
the whimper of pain he gave the right the same.  The feeling of the soft
flesh under his palm was intoxicating.  He whacked each cheek firmly.  Each
sting brought tears to Joe's eyes.  Matt was certainly stronger than Joe
had thought.  He knew he was being punished and allowed it.  Mattie needed
the release and Joe wouldn't deny his brother.

Ten blows to each cheek left them red and sore.  As if to comfort him, Matt
knelt down again and buried his face in the left then the right, kissing
and sobbing and muttering against them.  The sobs broke Joe's heart.  He
turned finally kicking off his shoes and pants and faced the boy sobbing on
the floor.  Before he could comfort him, Matt was on his cock, drawing it
into his mouth, sucking it, licking it, dragging his tongue along the
underside.  He fought his gag reflex and took Joe's entire length in,
opening his throat up to the long hard shaft.  Joe reached for his
brother's hair and had his hands batted away.  With no where else to put
them, he placed them on his hips and thrust in and out of the hot mouth
that threatened to devour him whole.

Now all Joe wanted more than anything was to come.  He wanted Matt and him
to get off together, to lay in each other's arms and promise not to hurt
each other again.  Matt withdrew of his cock, lifted it and concentrated on
his balls. Joe started to call his name but it ended up in a long low moan.
Matt snuck a finger between Joe's legs and was teasing open his ring.  In
seconds, Matt was back to sucking Joe off and fisting him at the same time.
His hand was buried to the wrist inside Joe who was crying out in a mixture
of pleasure and pain.  Joe came hard and unexpectedly pouring his seed down
Matt's throat. Matt took in as much as he could, allowing some of the
liquid to spill down his chin.

Joe collapsed to his knees and pulled Matt to him.  The boy was sobbing.

"Better?" He whispered against the younger man's hair.

He felt him nod his affirmation.

"Let me take care of you," he offered reaching between them and stroking
the bulge in the boy's trousers.

"Not yet," Mattie whispered.  "I want to go to bed.  I want you to hold
me."

Joe kissed his hair and helped him up slowly.  He felt drained but
satisfied.  He survived his punishment; he knew he would soon get down to
the business of loving Mattie and making their trip memorable.  Joe cleaned
himself up and scooted beneath the covers.  Mattie rinsed his mouth.  He
had an urge to relieve the ache in his cock but thought better of it.  He
quickly undressed and joined his lover beneath the sheets.  It was barely
nine o'clock in the morning, when the two finally drifted off wrapped in
each other's arms.