Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2007 23:06:51 -0400
From: Sean Monteiro <kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brother Comes Home, Part 2

Warning: This story contains hot gay sex between two males. If you are
under 18 or it is illegal for you to read this because of your location
(county, state, country, planet, etc), please stop now.

Comments are always welcome at kinzusareta_yume@hotmail.com. Please make
sure to reference the title of the story you're commenting on in your
e-mail. Thanks for all the encouragement...I had originally written the
first installment of this story as a stand-alone, but it generated so much
interest that I'm back, and good news, I already have a general idea of the
next two installments. Thanks to everyone for your suggestions, I will try
to work as many of them in as possible.

-Sean


Hot.

Jake came awake slowly, wincing at the sunlight angling down through the
trailer window and directly into his face. Part of the bedsheet was
plastered to his thigh, the rest of him was naked. His cock was standing
straight up, but that was nothing new--it was morning, after all.

But there were new sensations, too. For one, the big hot stud lying in bed
next to him, who just so happened to also be his brother. Jake's cock
twitched at the thought. He lay on his back on the bed, and his big brother
Kyle lay curled up on his side, next to him. It was sweet, actually--Jake's
head was resting on Kyle's big bicep, and the big fingers of Kyle's hand
were spread gently through Jake's blond hair.

Jake didn't know his brother was awake until the fingers moved through his
hair. "Dude...your hair is so soft, Jake."  Jake turned on his side to face
his brother. "Man, if you say 'soft like a girl's,' I'm gonna punch you."

Kyle laughed and stretched. "Nah. Soft like a boy's. A boy I want to fuck."

Jake smiled, relishing those words. He shifted position on the mattress and
grinned at how sore his ass felt. Never before had he had anything up there
before, and last night his brother's tool had pounded him for all it was
worth. Man, he was feeling it. And it felt fucking GOOD.

As if they had been doing it every day, Jake turned over on his side and
pressed his butt back into Kyle's crotch. Obviously, Kyle was hard,
too. They were brothers, after all.

"Not this morning," Kyle said, surprising Jake a little. He turned around
and looked at his big brother with an annoyed, pouty glare.

Kyle laughed. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not one of those dumbasses who thinks
it's fun to hold all your cum in forever. I know some people are like that,
they like the feeling of teasing themselves, wanting to cum so bad but
refusing to let themselves.  Fuck that--I'll cum now AND cum later, if I
want. But I'll be honest, bro, I didn't get my fill of your ass last
night. And if we start fucking now, we'll probably be in this room all day
going at it."

Jake's stomach did a somersault. Staying in this room all day while his
brother had his way with him? Would that really be a BAD thing?

He considered it as he sat up. Nah, it wouldn't be bad. But it was
definitely hot, as in, temperature hot. So hot he could see the air
shimmering inside the same room. He already had a headache from it. He
usually wasn't a big fan of cold showers, but this morning, it might not be
such a bad idea...

"Nope," Kyle said, tugging on Jake's arm to stop him as he headed for their
bathroom. "No shower, either. Not here, anyway."  Jake paused, and looked
at his brother quizzically. Then, at the same time, they grinned. "The
swimming hole."

The swimming hole was out in the middle of nowhere, on some property their
mother had bought on one of her whims. They never quite knew what she'd
intended to do with it, but they'd never actually used it for anything
except swimming in the pond at the edge of it. When Jake and Kyle were
younger, they'd ridden their bikes up there in the summer, spending all day
swimming and playing baseball and exploring and whatever else struck their
fancy.

Jake smirked. Things would probably be a bit different from here on out, as
far as what 'struck their fancy.'

Kyle inspected a pair of striped boxers lying in a wad on the floor. He
lifted them to his face, sniffed, and then tossed them at Jake. "Halfway
clean, except for that patch of dried cum the size of a fucking
handprint. Man, bro, must've been a good load you shot that time!"

Jake smiled to himself as he put on the boxers. It HAD been a good load,
too. He'd been thinking about Kyle, of course, and had always cum the most
while fantasizing about his brother. Funny how some things ended up working
out. He pulled on the pair of jeans from yesterday, then the T-shirt he'd
been wearing, which smelled slightly of beer and sweat, but not in a bad
way.

Kyle, in contrast, put on a clean pair of jeans and a dark blue T-shirt.
Jake found himself staring, especially at the way the sleeves of Kyle's
shirt hugged his tight muscles. He'd never really thought about muscles
himself; he kept his own body in great shape and it was as tight as hell,
but more toned than buff.  Kyle...Kyle was ripped. Kyle was hot. Kyle was
HIS.  Jake shivered in delight at the thought.

For a moment they stood side by side, looking at their reflections in the
small narrow mirror next to the bedroom door. Kyle put an arm around Jake
and pulled him close. And for Jake...things suddenly blurred again. He felt
a lump in his throat and didn't really know why, felt Kyle's heart beating
where their chests were pressed together, and suddenly he wanted to cry
again. The whole thing made him extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't guilt,
oh, nothing like that. Quite the opposite. It was something else, something
he wasn't quite ready to deal with. Not that he really knew how to handle
the situation, as it isn't everyone who has sex with his brother, let alone
starts to fall--

Jake shook his head. Stop it, man. Enough.

Kyle looked at him thoughtfully for a moment and then cuffed him on the
shoulder, lightly, playfully. Jake wondered whether his brother knew what
he was doing, but it totally dispelled the weird feeling, and Jake breathed
a sigh of relief.  "Come on, bro," Kyle said as he opened the bedroom
door. "Let's go."

The rest of the trailer was cooler, as his parents had turned on the air
conditioner. They were sitting in the living room, both of them
reading. Normally Jake would actually have asked them what they were
reading, but they would keep him there for hours talking about whatever
books they were currently engrossed in, and any other time he might
actually have cared, but he had one thing on his mind: the fact that his
cock was so hard and straining against his boxers and jeans, begging to be
let back out, throbbing and mad because it hadn't yet had the release it
had come to expect every morning, man, he needed to be fucked again...

"WELL?" his mother asked impatiently, frowning at him over the top of her
glasses. "Earth to Jake. Just because you had a long night last night
doesn't mean you get to stop using your brain altogether."

"What?" Jake choked out.

Their mother threw her hands up in disgust. "Men! It must really be
horrible to be slaves to your..."

Their father interrupted, clearing his throat. "I figured you two would
sleep all day. Where're you headed?"

"Swimming hole," Kyle said, grabbing a cookie for himself and shoving
another one in Jake's mouth, not exactly forcefully but in a
jerky-big-brother teasing kind of way.

Their mother tossed Kyle her car keys. "Take the Honda. It's too hot out to
walk or ride your bikes all that way, and besides, two smartass boys like
you would look better driving around a rusty old Honda Accord like that
than I would, anyway.  I think it's time to trade up and get something a
bit more soccer-mom-ish." Pausing, she pretended to think it over before
saying sarcactially, "Something like...a Mitsubishi 3000GT."

Mind distracted for a nanosecond from his cock, Jake's jaw dropped open.
"You WOULDN'T. Mom, you wouldn't dare."  She laughed delightedly. "Why ever
not? If you two boys behave and play nice together, you can have the
Honda. AND I might even let you drive the 3000GT around every now and then,
if you really get along well."

Kyle put his arm back around Jake. "We'll get along fine, Mom."

"Oh, I'm sure you will. Now get out of here, will you? There's so much
testosterone in this room I can barely breathe!"  Laughing, Jake and Kyle
bounded down the metal steps and raced each other to the Honda. Kyle threw
a duffel bag in the backseat of the car. When Jake asked him about it, he
shook his head, smiled, and simply said, "Later." By unspoken agreement,
Kyle drove. They rolled the windows down, and sped off, instantly enveloped
in a cloud of dust.

It took fifteen minutes or so to reach the field they had to walk through
before reaching the swimming hole. Just those fifteen minutes was enough to
make Jake so sweaty his T-shirt was completely glued to his skin, and his
boxers were feeling pretty soaked with sweat, too. Damn, it was hot out.

Despite the heat, Jake found himself relaxing on the ride. They left the
radio off, and the sound of the Honda's tires against the rough dirt roads
was soothing, almost hypnotic. Jake leaned his head back against the seat,
and closed his eyes, one hand gripped unthinkingly around his still
rock-hard cock. The two brothers didn't speak, but it was the best of
companionable silences.

They left the car parked at the edge of the road. Kyle got the backpack
from the backseat, and they started off together across the field of high
grass. Cicadas droned in the growth around them, their buzzing sound shrill
and almost painful to hear. The sun beat down on them in a completely
cloudless sky, and though there was a breeze, it was hot, and did nothing
to cool them down.

Kyle reached for Jake's hand. Jake grasped it tightly.

At the other end of the field was this mess of stuff that nobody had ever
bothered to clean up. A few outbuildings, a cement building which could
theoretically be used as a sort of cabin, as there was a bunkbed in it
(though not much else), and then a whole pile of scrap metal, a few rusted
shells of what used to be old cars, and other assorted debris. Fifteen
years ago the place had been owned by some oil drilling company; once
they'd sucked the place dry, they'd sold it off, leaving all their shit
everywhere.

The pond was like an oasis, somehow crystal clear and clean. Jake smiled as
he first caught sight of it, on the other side of the buildings. Sometimes
clean was cool, too. Kyle led him past the buildings and into the
scrapyard, the pond still a good fifty feet ahead of them.

Kyle pulled Jake to a stop in a small area among the rubbish, where a pipe
came up out of the ground and then ran parallel to it for a bit before
descending beneath the earth again. The soil around it was rocky, dry, and
dead. Pieces of corrugated metal lay scattered all around, like the
aftermath of a hurricane.

Without another word, Kyle began stripping. First he dropped the duffel bag
unceremoniously at his feet. Then he peeled his shirt off, which was now
slick with sweat, too. Belt buckle came unclasped, jeans hiked down and
kicked off. Jake just stood there for a minute, checking his brother
out. In full sunlight, he was even more impressive.

"Man," Jake said admiringly. "Kyle. Your body is gorgeous."

Kyle grinned. "Glad you like it. Now, um, are you gonna take those clothes
off, or do I have to rip them off you?"  As much as he wouldn't have minded
that, either, it was easier just to pull them all off. He had the job done
before Kyle could take a step towards him. Jake took a step back, feeling
the rocky dirt beneath his bare feet. It was hot, almost hot enough to
scorch his feet.

Kyle closed the distance between them. It was just the two of them, two
blond, naked brothers, standing facing each other on a stretch of rocky
soil. Both of their cocks hadn't gone down any. In fact, as Jake looked
down at his big brother's monster cock, he noticed the tip was slick with
precum. He grinned. "You want me that bad, Kyle?"

"You have no idea," Kyle said, and then they were kissing. Funny how that
happened, one minute they were standing there, and the next his brother was
kissing him. Had they done that last night? Jake honestly couldn't
remember, but suddenly his cock swelled up even more as Kyle's tongue
prodded its way into his mouth. Jake leaned back against the pipe sticking
out of the ground, which was actually at just the right height to sit on,
making little moaning sounds all the while. He was so hungry for
this. Every movement that Kyle made caused him to moan, almost whine, as he
finally got something he never knew he'd been missing.

As they kissed, Kyle's cock poked once again underneath Jake's ball sac,
probing for the entrance to his ass. Finally able to stand it no longer,
Jake broke the kiss, turned and leaned over the length of pipe, and he felt
his brother behind him, hocking up another wad of spit.

"Jake," Kyle said as he leaned over him, "man, these balls are already full
again. Think you can take more of my spunk, so soon after last night?"

"Fuck," Jake said impatiently, wanting his brother's cock back where it
belonged--jammed up his ass--"just shut up and stick in me, Kyle,
pleeeeease?"

"Little bro likes my cock," Kyle said, half to himself. Jake couldn't see
his face but he knew he was grinning.

"I'm addicted to it," Jake confirmed, wanting him to hurry up. "Kyle. Put
your dick up my ass. Now."

Jake was waiting for another witty retort, so when he got his wish, and his
brother slammed his cock up his ass without another word, all the way up
inside, until his wiry pubic hair smashed against Jake's butt cheeks, Jake
gasped and exhaled explosively, his mouth wide open, unable to believe his
brother had just rammed the whole thing in so forcefully, loving that he
actually had done it.

"Mmmph," Jake grunted, grinning like crazy as Kyle bent him forward over
the pipe. The cicadas buzzed even louder, matching the dizzy, buzzing sound
inside Jake's head. The world spinned, and Kyle started fucking him.

"Man," Jake said, gasping for breath each time his brother pulled out up to
the head of his cock, then slammed it home again,
"this...is...exactly...what...I...oh, FUCK...yeah, Kyle...yeah...uh...aw,
fuck..."

"Take it," Kyle said as he slammed into his little brother. "Yeah, take it,
man. Take my cock. YEAH."

It was an interesting picture: skinny Jake, bent forward over the old pipe,
feet spread apart, toes splayed in the rocky gravel, curling from the sheer
deliciousness of his brother fucking him, damp sweaty blond hair hanging
down in his face, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut, his every taut muscle
clenched and straining, and Kyle plowing his ass, standing straight up,
shoulders back, the alpha male in every aspect, knowing it and loving
it. He bent forward, so his chest almost touched Jake's back, Kyle's chain
necklace dangling down against the back of Jake's neck, the scorching hot
sun the only witness to the fucking incredible sex they were having.

Jake lost track of time. The heat came from everywhere now--the gravel
beneath his feet, the pipe his abdomen was resting against, his skin surely
burning from the harsh rays of the sun, not to mention the heat of his
brother's buff body. They were both panting now, from pleasure and
exhaustion.

Kyle bent forward again, and the sweat literally poured off him, off his
face, the sculpted lines of his chest, dripping down onto Jake's back,
mixing with his own sweat, which was snaking its way down his legs,
staining the dusty gravel a darker shade of greyish-brown than it already
was.

"Kyle," Jake begged, "I have to cum. I wanna shoot so bad. I need to,
man..."

"In a few seconds," Kyle told him as he contined to fuck. "I'm getting
close, anyway."

Kyle increased his rhythm, shoving his cock all the way up inside Jake.
Loving the feeling of that big cock inside him, Jake clenched his muscles
around it, earning a growl of satisfaction from his brother. "Fuck
yeah. Little bro's tight hole just got even tighter...man...Jake...oh,
FUCK, I'm gonna...gonna cum, bro...uh huh, gonna cum...right..."

That was all the encouragement Jake needed. He grabbed his own cock, which
was slick with his sweat, and spared half a second for the amused
observation that he'd never used his own sweat as lube before, and then he
was cumming. Kyle's thrusts pushed his body against the metal pipe, and he
leaned over it as a heavy rope of semen shot out of his cock, arced through
the air, and landed on the gravel.

"Oh yeah," Kyle said behind him, exhaling loudly, "oh yeah, here it comes
Jake, oh fuck bro I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm filling your ass up,
man..."

Jake could feel Kyle's hot cum as it shot against the walls of his ass,
once, twice, three times, but he was too busy emptying his own balls to
count after that. Kyle continued to make those wordless deep grunts, almost
like an animal, as he ejaculated every last drop of his cum up his
brother's ass. Jake was busy soaking the gravel with his cum, man, it felt
so fucking good. His skin was slick with sweat and slippery against his big
brother's. Kyle just kept pushing his cock deeper and deeper, grinding his
hips against Jake's firm ass as he bred him.

Jake started to feel lightheaded. The feeling of all that cum squirting out
of his cock was making him dizzy. Really dizzy.  Kyle bottomed out, his
pubes crushing against Jake's ass, and held his rigid dick like that, up
inside his brother, cumming for all he was worth.

Jake totally blacked out. Totally.

Heat. Light. Then bright blue sky.

Somehow Jake was lying on his back in the gravel. It was dusty and dirty,
and he knew he'd scraped himself somewhere along the way, probably on his
back. He felt as if he'd just run three miles, unable to catch his breath,
just trying to concentrate on breathing, in, out, in, out...

Then he was being picked up. Picked up like a little kid, in his brother's
arms. Jake lay his head against his brother's shoulder, closed his eyes
tight against the tears that threatened to come again.

"Jake," Kyle said softly. "Jake."

Hearing his brother say his name like that made Jake finally lose it. He
tried so hard to keep those damned tears in, but he couldn't. Once the
first one trickled down his face, tracing a line in the dust covering his
skin, there was no stopping the rest of them.

Kyle clutched him tighter. "Fuck. I didn't hurt you, did I? I mean,
sometimes I like it rough, but I thought you did too..."

"I DO, dumbass," Jake said, trying unsuccessfully to sound nonchalant.  For
some reason, it made him cry all the more more.  Kyle stood there, holding
him in his arms. Jake had never felt so comforted before, so protected,
so...loved?  OK, so exactly where was this going?

Jake knew. Oh, he knew all right. Which was why he was crying.

"Come on," Kyle said quietly as he knelt down and picked up the duffel
bag. "Let's get you cleaned up." At Jake's questioning glance, he said,
"Well yeah, we both like being dirty. But after awhile, it kinda loses its
effect unless you get clean every once in awhile, ya know?"

Jake nodded, because he did know. Clean and dirty were like opposites of a
coin for him. He loved wearing day-old clothes which smelled of his own
sweat and cum. But after a couple of days of that, he loved to slip on a
pair of clean clothes, smelling of laundry detergent and soft against his
skin--if only because it was more fun to cum in, or get all sweaty,
something that was pristine and clean.

Kyle knelt at the water's edge and opened the duffel bag, all while keeping
his little brother in his arms. Jake hadn't been sure what his brother had
packed in that bag, but it certainly wasn't the towels and soap that he
discovered were really in there. He smiled, though, remembering hot summer
days as little boys when they would come up here to take a bath. There was
something fun about washing yourself in the middle of nowhere, he couldn't
really explain it.  It was just...cool.

Kyle set Jake in the water in the shallow part of the pond. Jake just sat
there, his mind completely wandering. He was dimly aware of the cuts on his
back from where he'd fallen in the gravel, of that full feeling in the pit
of his stomach from where his brother's cum was sitting in his guts, the
wonderful coolness of the water. And he was aware of his brother, of
course.  That was the problem.

Kyle leaned back on his heels and studied Jake. In turn, Jake looked into
the face of his big brother. He looked at the short, spiky blond hair, the
blue eyes just like his own, the strong jawline, the worried frown. "Out
with it," Kyle said, looking Jake in the eyes. "What's bugging you? Having
second thoughts about our little extracurricular activities?"

"NO," Jake said immediately. He took a deep breath. "Kyle...I don't want it
to stop."

Kyle chuckled. "Hey. I'm horny. You're horny. We share a bedroom. Trust me,
it's not gonna stop."

Jake exhaled loudly and looked away. "Yeah, but...you'll end up getting a
girlfriend, and then..." his voice trailed away.  "Listen to me, I sound
like a fucking whiny little girl, I really don't know what's..."

Kyle took Jake's chin in his hand and forced him to look at him again.
"Hey. Jake."

"What," Jake said, refusing to meet his brother's gaze. "It's OK. I know.
You just got out of prison, you're used to...to this...but once some slut
looks at you the right way, it'll be all over, and..."

Kyle laughed. "'Some slut,' eh? Someone's jealous! And unnecessarily so."

Jake's head jerked up. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Kyle eased into the water next to Jake, and sat down next to him. He
reached for the duffel bag again and took out a pack of
cigarettes. Lighting one, he leaned back, inhaled, and exhaled a long plume
of smoke. "Fuck. Remember what I said when I was drunk, about how I was
coming to get you that night, and I was gonna take you and we'd ride off
into the sunset and screw for all we were worth?" He waited for his little
brother's nod of acknowledgement before continuing. "When I said all that,
it wasn't just because I wanted you like that, which I totally did, and
still do. It's..." he sighed, and was silent.

"It's what?" Jake asked.

Kyle stuck the cigarette in the corner of his mouth put his arm around
Jake. "I wanted to protect you, Jake. I was sick of the way those rich
preppy bastards on the baseball team treated you. And I was sick of the way
those fucking sluts you hung out with just used you for the sex. I wanted
to show you that you were better than all that. Special."

Jake closed his eyes again. "You mean you're not going to leave me, Kyle?"

The arm around him tightened. "Not now, not ever. I love you, Jake."

Jake's eyes flew open again. "You mean like...that?"

"Like that," Kyle confirmed, "like this, like everything. And," he added
with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "who the fuck needs a girlfriend when
I already have the most beautiful BOYfriend a guy could ever want?"

Jake had never considered himself particularly slow on the uptake, but once
again his brain wasn't capable of processing that statement. "What do
you..."

"That is," Kyle said with a grin, "if you really want to be my boyfriend.
I don't want to force the issue."

"Me? Your boyfriend?" Jake said slowly. "But I'm your brother."

"You're also my friend," Kyle said, "always have been. I always thought
that the best sort of pairings were those where the people were friends as
well as lovers. Add the fact that we're brothers to the equation,
and...well it just makes it better, doesn't it?"

And strangely, it did. The morality of it never entered into Jake's mind,
because it all felt so RIGHT. He'd always loved his brother. Now that love
was taking on a new dimension, but it was love nonetheless. After Kyle had
finished taking a drag on the cigarette, Jake took it from his brother's
mouth, put it in his own, and inhaled. He was still feeling lightheaded
from their hot, sweaty fuck, and smoking seemed almost soothing, in a way.

As Jake sat there, Kyle did something really sweet. He knelt in the water
beside Jake, and gently began washing his back.  Jake winced where it stung
from the open cuts, but Kyle was surprisingly gentle, and Jake felt himself
relax. The cigarette was almost burned out now, so he flicked it over his
shoulder and then leaned forward to let Kyle continue washing him. Jake
closed his eyes. "Man...Kyle, that feels so nice."

"I'm glad," Kyle said softly, and the tone of his voice made Jake get this
warm feeling in the pit of his stomach. Was this what it was like to be
truly happy?

It came as a shock to him, that normally he really wasn't that happy of a
guy. Oh, he liked baseball, but the guys on his team were cocks, as Kyle
had insinuated. And when it came to sexual stuff--jerking off was nice and
all, and he hadn't even minded fucking those sluts, but even the best
jerkoff session, and definitely the whole screwing the sluts thing, it
just...there had been something missing. His balls would tighten up, he'd
shoot his load, he'd come down from the climax, and he'd feel as if someone
had ripped something out of his chest. His heart?  Was that why people
associated the heart with emotion, because when you knew something
important was missing, you felt it as a pain right there where your heart
was?  Sitting there in the shallow water, the sun beating down on him, his
butt full of his brother's cum, feeling his brother's big, gentle hands
gently washing him, Jake didn't feel so incomplete anymore. In fact he
felt...right. Happy. Strong.  Complete?

He turned then, nuzzled the side of his face against his brother's for a
second, relishing the surprised look in Kyle's cute blue eyes. Then Jake
kissed him. This kiss was slower, sweeter. Jake made little sounds of
contentment as he kissed his brother, and Kyle soon joined in, laughing
contentedly as they kissed.

"Mine," Jake murmured later as they sat at the water's edge, sharing
another cigarette.

"What is?" Kyle asked.

"YOU are," Jake said. "All mine."

Kyle laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "I sure am, bro. I sure am."