ate: Thu, 25 May 2006 06:55:57 +0800 From: Daniel M Subject: Brotherly Love 1 The following content is of a sexual nature - the scenes are entirely fictional, and homosexual intercourse is expressed with explicit detail. If this offends you, or you are under age, do not read this. --- I threw the door shut with a loud bang, and clicked the lock in place. My younger brother, Nathan, or Nate for short, was cowering on his bed, still in the shorts and shirt he had been in from this morning. Mum and dad roared at each other, and one of them was banging on the door, demanding that we come out. I went over to my brother and held him warmly, holding my hands to his ears so he couldn't hear the shouting. After what might well have been two hours, the argument died away and the dad had already roared off in the family car. Mum banged around downstairs, then up the stairs and into her room. The door slammed loudly, and my brother and I were left in silence. I removed my hands from his ears, for the first time during the argument. He was shaking still, and tears had formed in his eyes, and his cheeks were damp with them. I tried to smile, but failed, whispering to him, "It's alright, it's over now." He still shook, despite my comforting words, so I stood up and left him there, cautiously unlocking the door and creeping out into the hall. I looked both ways, sure not to make any noise as I tip-toed down the stairs and through the trashed living room into the dirty kitchen. Broken crockery littered the floor. I took the broom from behind the fridge, and cleaned it away as quietly as I could. Then I opened the fridge, and scanned it's contents ponderously, still wary of any noise that might occur overhead. Here, I knew I was directly beneath my mother's room, so it would be easy to hear her. I went back up the stairs and back into my room with a box of biscuits in one hand and a plate with four sandwhiches stacked on eachother. I closed the door with my foot, and placed the food on my shaking younger brother's bedside table, before locking the door again. "Have a sandwhich, they're good for you." He said, "Carrot, lettuce and ham," he explained without prompting. He reached down with small hands, and took one of the neatly prepared sandwhiches, bitting it nervously, as he watched the folds of his quilt. I took one as well, biting it hungrily, as I sat down beside him on his bed. He leant on my arm, and I shifted it to encompass his shoulders. "It's alright," I said, rubbing his arm warmly as I stared at the wall, wondering if it really was. He ate in silence, staring at the floor. We both did, ate all the sandwhiches and all the biscuits. He'd stopped shaking by then, I was glad for this. "Luke, you should get some sleep." Luke nodded slowly. Luke was twelve years old, and he was a very sensitive boy. All these loud exchanges of words and abuse between my parents affected him. I was well used to them by now, I had a good six years on him. I would have been out of here a long time ago, but I couldn't leave him, and if I took him with me, my parents wouldn't rest until he was returned. Luke didn't deserve this treatment. He was too young, too innocent, which was mirrored by his soft and rounded features. His hair was a dark-ish blond, which went straight down like a mushroom. His hair was a lot like mine, except mine was shorter, and designed more emasculately. It came up in the front, and near the back it subsided into reared spines. Luke's was soft and girly, like his features, in that regard, he was different to me. But it was obvious he had the beginnings of a rigid and manly countenance, like mine. I got up from his bed and crossed the room. I looked over my shoulder at him, as he took out his pyjamas and dressed slowly, with resignation. It saddened me to see him so dim, so dull and glum. I pulled off my shirt, exposing beneath the years and years of a hard life I had suffered. My skin was darkened by days spent outside, away from my parents, my physique was developed from days of having to defend myself, and for no particular reason other than the unexplainable urge, my family honour. I had a long scar down my arm, and a tattoo on my right breast, near my armpit that read 'The Devil Lurks Among Us', in fancy and cursive script. It seemed like a neat little phrase, though it didn't entirely make sense to me. I fell into bed, not bothering with the black jeans that hung from my narrow hips, secured by a leather belt. Luke buttoned the last button on his pyjama top, and slid into bed quietly. I missed his happy, bouncy normal self. This was just too painful. I didn't bother pulling the blanket over myself, I just rested my hands in the middle of my chest, and lay there, staring at the ceiling while Luke rolled over and stared at the wall. What felt like an entire age past, and I still couldn't sleep. From the occasional rustling from the other side of the room, I assumed neither could Luke. He sat up a number of times, looking over at me. I didn't react, just lay there, staring at the ceiling. "Randy?" Luke's meek voice pierced the darkened silence. I only grunted in return, "I can't sleep..." I 'mm'-ed, knowing full well he couldn't sleep. I rolled onto my side, and propped my head up with my elbow. I had only a little underarm hair, which was reasonably embarassing for someone my age, but somehow it didn't bother me. "Try thinking of candy, and ice cream." "I did, but it's not working..." He said. His voice didn't even have it's usual whining quality. He had been deftly defeated, and it hurt to think so. "Can I sleep with you?" I sighed, and nodded, though I knew he couldn't see me. "Sure," I said, rolling back onto my back. He crawled out of bed, dragging his blanket with him, and slithered into bed beside me, pulling up his quilt with him. "Just get some sleep. School tomorrow." I said to him, quietly now he was beside me. "I don't want to go to school." I almost smiled at this, and nodded. "Well, no one wants to go to school, but you have to if you want to get out of here." I said. I felt his cold hand on my bare chest. He rolled over, and cuddled against me. I slithered my arm around his shoulders, my other hand still behind my head. I felt his hand slither down to my stomach, where he found taught abdominal muscles, his hand stroked them gently. I assumed he was just curious, and lay still, unquestioning. Then it went further and I felt his fingers on my belt. My muscles seized up and I looked at him. "What are you doing?" I asked, calmly. "I wanted to show you that I love you..." he said, proceeding to undo the buckle. He seperated the buckle and the tail, and his fingers fumbled with my jeans button. I couldn't tell you why I didn't stop him right there, but I let events unfold. In some ways, I was intrigued, in others I was disgusted. I think that I was just defeated by what had happened, sex with my brother just didn't seem wrong. "I know you love me, Luke," I assured him. "Well, I want to prove it," He seemed determined, and I let him. He slid the zip down slowly, then returned his hand to my stomach, I gripped his shoulder warmly, and rubbed it, to reassure him it was all right. He sat up quietly, the bed yearned in response, creaking a bit, and tingling. He climbed over me slowly, and I watched him go. He crawled down toward my feet, but his head stopped level with my still-dormant member. I watched him, and felt him, as he teased my soft member out of my underwear, slipping the band of my briefs away, to push at the bottom of my testicles. I paused him for a moment, slipping them down further to give him easier access, and to remove the uncomfortable biting. Being eighteen, I was no virgin, and I had experienced sex on numerous occasions, but never with a boy, let alone my twelve year old brother. Even thought of in those words, somehow it still didn't feel wrong. In fact, it seemed more right. My dick, now touched by the cold air, lay against the stern region of my pelvis, at it's base two egg-sized balls. My member was a king of size, when erect it was a full nine and a half inches, and my balls were a pleasing size and shape. But it didn't matter to either me, or my brother at that time. Luke's wet prepubescent lips approached the soft skin of my dick. A soft, pink tongue, warm with saliva, dragged from the base to the tip of my still-unaffected member. With the touch of his warm tongue, and the sticky feeling of the trail of saliva, my member began to harden and thicken. Luke teased it further, slipping his glistening tongue over the length and area of my penis, I put both hands behind my head now, the way I did to relax when girls had done this to me. I lay there, watching the ceiling, as my young brother serviced me, and it didn't feel the least bit shameful. My penis was half-aroused now, at four and a bit inches, and Luke's small mouth slid over it, the thickness no real trouble. My cock was long, but lean. His mouth surrounded it easily, and the rhythmic ritual of the oral sex proper began. His head rose and fell on my cock at an even, and moderate pace. My dick grew still, now faster, as he sucked my member. I could feel his mouth tugging on my cock as it rose, felt his lips pulling down on the skin as he fell. "Use your tongue," I whispered, and I felt his pink tongue on my head immediately. It teased the foreskin, sliding it over my piss slit. His head had stopped moving as he tease the end of my urethra. He removed his mouth, with a pleasing sound of moisture and a quiet slurp. His tongue outstretched, he taunted the urethra, daring it to cum on his young and rounded face. Then it was abandoned, throbbing ever so gently, as the first deep moan rattled from my chest. Luke's tongue went along what was now eight inches of hard dick. His small fingers flittered around it, their cold banished viciously by the throbbing heat in my cock. Luke's mouth kissed one of my testicles, his nose mixing with the hair, his tender kisses felt moist and the feeling was intoxicating. Another moan escaped me, gentler than the first. He was encouraged, his kisses grew wider, and covered more ground. "Suck them, like you did on my dick..." I murmured, amidst a world of ecstacy. He obeyed. His lips formed sealed over the flesh, and he sucked it gently, his tongue slipping up and down the sacs, feeling the harder substance of the testicles that lay within. I moaned again, one of my hands trapsing from my head to my left nipple, were I touched myself gently, helping him along. He pulled my dick up, licking the base and underside. I felt his nose on my dick, and even the faint tickling of his eyelashes, as he clumsily tongued around the thickest part of my dick. I sighed airily, now moaning occassionally. This seemed to make him happier, and his efforts grew more effortful, as he tried to please me and succeeded. My nipple was taut from my teasing, and I crossed to the other one, teasing that as well. Luke withdrew from the base, and shuffled forward ever so slightly, his mouth now engulfing the fully-erect, stoney head. He sucked on it, teasing the piss slit with his tongue again, before descending. His lips slid down the flesh, pulling my foreskin, sending spasm of pleasure through me, making me moan softly, making my chest contract or expand sharply. He went about four inches down, which was alone impressive, but the other five and a half inches ached for attention. "You don't have to take it all..." I said, more as a formality, and to avoid hurting my brother. I really wanted to shove him down on it, and treat him like just a mouth, but he wasn't just a mouth, and couldn't be just a mouth in my eyes. He murmured something, the vibrations travelling down the four inches he had engulfed, though I don't know what. But I guessed it was some oath of determination, when I felt a surge of blind effort as he forced himself down, and my dick slid straight into the back of his mouth and down into his throat a little ways. I gasped, surprised but pleasured, and pinched my nipple at the same time, sending a second spasm of ecstacy arching through my chest. I went back to a more relaxed pose, then, though I was still shocked by my brother's determination, and moreso his success. He slid up again, then back down, but he could not exerpt the same effort as he had before, so a few inches of my dick was left glistening with a reminder of his full potential. Though he tried every time, and a few times he exerpted the same effort, but he could not keep a rhythm with it, and every time the same reaction, I gasped and ceased up. Few girls had the determination or the skill to go all the way down, most settled for second best, but this boy on my dick now, he loved me, and his determination was second to none. I guessed that's why it felt right, because he loved me, and I loved him. He finally picked up a rhythm, abandoning his previous efforts, and settling for what he could manage. He bobbed up and down, his head ducking in and out of my field of view. I knew the rhythm by both the sight and the motion, and I counted it in my head, as I moaned gently. I felt the surge of my sperm as it began to rush from my testicles. They contracted, a sneaking orgasm crept up on me, my back arched, I pinched my nipple hard, and my other hand grapped the bed. Concerned, my brother withdrew, though he was too late to hinder the eruption I then experienced. String of globby, hot white cum lept from my piss slit, diving for the beautiful face that awaited beside it. Luke was surprised, and flinched away, but was caught by one string, a particularly long one that stuck from his nose to his chin, straight down his face. The others burst onto my thigh, which was beneath him, or drizzled down my cock to nestle on my ballsac. "Aah..." I sighed in exasperation. The force of the orgasm was incredible, and all thoughts of anything but that had been brutally shoved aside by it. "Luke..." I murmured. He sat up, looking at me, with one long strand of cum going up his face. I smiled. He smiled, too. I beckoned for him to come closer, and ran my finger along the strand. "Can I taste it...?" Luke said, as I slipped it into my mouth and sucked it off my finger. I smiled again. "Of course you can," I said, "Lick the rest from down there." I casually indicated my crotch, and he moved back to where he had been, as he gladly cleaned my pelvis and the inner parts of my thigh. He sat up again, and licked the remainder from his face and fingers, then watched my cock as it lay there, dormant again. Then he tugged on my briefs, pulling them up onto my hips, and pulled my jeans just over them, and zipped them up to. He closed my belt, and hooked it through the remaining loops, then crawled up to me again. I beckoned him closer with one finger, and he obliged, careful not to fall over. I, as I had done with so many girls before, touched his chin gently with my four fingers, and guided him affectionately to my lips. Our lips met, his wet still from cum and saliva, mine moist and soft. They closed together, and I artfully slid my tongue through his soft lips. My hand slid erotically to his hips, and another to the side of his stomach, and guided him to perch above me. I did not break the kiss, and nor did he, as he opened his legs wide to stradle me. Then I broke the kiss, and he smiled at me. I returned the favour, and winked. He giggled softly. This was the Luke I missed. He stretched his legs out the rest of the way, reaching down to only my shins, and rested his head on my chest, at the base of my neck. I reached out and took the lip of the covers, and pulled them over us as we shared our body heat. Then I curled my arms around him, one over his shoulders, one on the small of his back, and held him close. I closed my eyes when I knew he was asleep, and fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.