Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2010 12:05:45 -0800
From: webbrohmer@hotmail.com
Subject: Closer than Brothers, Part 1

This is a tale, written by an adult and intented for adult reading. If
you're not a legal adult where you live, if this subject matter is illegal,
or if you are offended by male/male sex, especially between siblings or
underage, don't read any further (or at least wait until Part II).


Incest/Urination - adult M/M sex
Copyright 2010 webbrohmer@hotmail.com


People always called us the Zenner Twins even though we weren't twins. But
since we were always together and closer in age than our siblings the name
seemed to fit.

We were far enough behind the others it was as though we were the only
ones: Alex was three years older than our sister Brooke, who was three
years older than Colin. Damon came along five years after that and I popped
out eleven months later-Irish twins they call that.

Damon and I always played together: I'd be the robber, he'd be the cop, I'd
tie him up, or he'd handcuff and blindfold me. He was more athletic, but he
always wanted me included in games and made sure I wouldn't get hurt. In
school, only being a class apart, we'd help each other with homework.

We also played together. Our family had a cabin in the woods where we would
go during the summer weekends and during holidays. It was a small place so
Damon and I shared a mattress in the attic.

One Saturday, the October I was 14, we were goofing around the pond near
the house. Alex and Colin had their shirts off; they'd been on varsity
football so they were strong enough to pick me up and toss me around. I got
a first hard-on from being that close to their hairy, muscular chests.

It wouldn't go down, and I was so embarassed the only way I knew to hide it
was go to bed early. But instead of falling asleep I lay awake thinking
about how great my brothers' bodies looked. My hard-on was still there and
felt really good so I pulled my underpants down to my knees and grabbed my
dick, curling over onto my side and dozing off.

The attic smelled of dust, mildew and pine. I heard little except the
whisper of the breeze from outdoors and a murmur of talk from
downstairs. Eventually, I heard the rustle and creak of Damon climbing the
ladder; I was too drowsy and warm to move as he undressed.

He crawled across me getting into bed and I roused enough to roll over onto
my back. A corner of the blanket caught on his foot which pulled down far
enough to expose my nakedness. There was just enough light from the windows
for him to see me.

"Evan's got a boner," he whispered. That roused me enough to tug my shorts
back up and roll onto my side away from him. I heard him shifting and
rustling beneath the covers.

"Evan's got a boner," he repeated. "You're growing up."

"Do not." I rolled onto my belly.

"Do too."

He sat up and pulled the blanket back again. I clung to the mattress for
dear life.

"Let me see." He grabbed my undershorts and yanked them down. They got as
far as my buttcheeks before getting caught on something in front. "Cool. I
do too."

That roused me and I rolled over.

"See?"

He'd pulled his underwear down to his knees. His dick was lenghtening and
stiffening. A shaft of light fell right across it as I watched my brother
rise to full erection. I sat up and stared at the most beautiful thing I'd
ever seen. I slid my shorts to my ankles and crawled forward so my dick was
in the light next to his. They were both long, but his was thicker with a
dense clump of hair at the base. My hair was still small and sparse.

My hand moved to touch his pubic hair, but stopped.

"Go ahead," he prompted.

I reached down and stroked my brother's blond patch of pubic hair. It
wasn't what I was expecting...soft, yet wiry at the same time.

My hand slid up his shaft and my other hand rubbed mine. Both felt the
same: hot, rubbery and pulsing. I played with them, unsure of what to do
next. I curled my fingers around them, slid them back and forth, and
flat-palmed the undersides and up over the heads. Damon's cock drooled.

He moaned softly, so I rubbed the heads again. My cock burned in a tingly
sort of way and an involuntary moan slipped out of me.

Silently, my brother grasped my cock and stroked it. I imitated his motions
with his own.

I thought I'd die; it felt so good, better than anything I'd ever
experienced. Damon increased his rhythm and I followed.

Something happened, something gathered deep in my balls. Before I even knew
it, I shot . . . a burning, tingling wave surging over me. I yelped in
ecstasy then Damon shot too, hot globs splattering across my chest. He
moaned and bounced back and forth on his heels as he came.

"What's going on up there?" my mother hollered up through the trap door.

"Nothing, Mom."

"Nothing, Mom," Damon gasped. "I'm sorry. I was just . . . just tickling
Evan. I'll stop."

"You'd better; he's trying to get some sleep."

"Good night," we yelled back, and her footsteps clumped away.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know . . . ."

He put a finger across my mouth. "S'Okay. You didn't know. We gotta clean
up." He peeled off his underwear and swiped them across his body. I
hesitated. "C'mon, Bro. Clean up."

"I can't take off my underwear; what if I gotta go pee?"

"Do what Dad used to do: pee out the attic window."

"Did not."

"Did too, now clean up before it dries. We'll rinse 'em in the tub."

"Okay."

I took off my underwear and cleaned Damon off me, stopping once for a
taste. His cum was salty and sightly bitter: not a bad taste at all.

We crawled under the blanket. This was the first time I'd slept butt-naked
and the coarse blanket kept my whole body stimulated. I wanted to play with
him again but I was tired so I rolled onto my belly and fell asleep,
occasionally grinding the bedclothes. Damon's arm fell across my back and
we slept naked the whole night.

The next morning, my dick was still hard when I awoke. Damon stirred and
climbed off the mattress, his own erection bouncing ahead of him. He
cracked open the window at the end of the attic and stuck his dick out to
pee. I scampered over to join him.

The air was cool and crisp, a fresh breeze on my naked skin. I grunted and
squeezed out a trickle which increased to a flow, arching out the window
and sparkling in the morning sun. Just beyond the stone wall beyond our
lawn, a doe wandered past. She looked up to see us and bounded away. I
wanted to stand there forever, naked beside my brother, watching the world
pass.

Damon finished first and flipped off the last drops. "We'll do that again,"
he whispered before turning back and sliding on his jeans. I'd started
going soft as I peed but when he said that I boinged up again.

'Again' came sooner than I'd expected.

On Wednesday, right after dinner, he leaned over to me and whispered,
"Upstairs bathroom. Midnight." His eyes glowed as he trotted up to his
room.

At midnight, I crawled out of bed and slipped down the hall, the front of
my pajamas tenting in front of me. I opened the bathroom door and peered
inside. In the light of the nightlight Damon sat naked on the toilet. He
grinned and spread his legs, displaying himself in full arousal.

Shutting the door, I left my pajamas in a pile and approached him, the
bathroom tiles cool beneath my feet.

He patted his right thigh, so I straddled the knee and reached for his
cock. I stroked it reverently and he closed his eyes and sighed. He leaned
back and stroked my own cock; I was so hard it almost hurt.

I touched his chest, stroking my palm over the fuzz growing there, feeling
his firm muscles. He was in Junior Varsity football and had a wide,
muscular chest tapering to a hard, flat waist.

He touched my chest, his hand sending charges down to my dick. I shivered
as he stroked my chest and tapped out a pattern on my ribs. His grip on my
dick tightened, and his stroke speeded up while I matched him, stroke for
stroke. His breathing became shorter and shorter, then, with a short, sharp
gasp, his skin flushed, goosepimples spread, and he came, spraying his hot
seed all over me, bouncing on the toilet seat.

That was all I needed, so I clamped my teeth and whimpered as I erupted and
splattered across his chest. I slid off and collapsed onto the floor
between his legs.

"Wow," he said, laughing softly. He pulled me up and I snuggled against
him, wrapping my arms around him, and we held each other. Resting my head
against his chest, I saw our reflection in the mirror, the two of us
wrapped together.

We finally broke off and cleaned up. At his room, he turned to me, his
smile wrinkling his eyes. "Next Thursday, bathroom, same time, OK, bro?" He
winked and slipped into his room.

I closed my bedroom door and dumped my pajamas on the floor. Crawling naked
into bed, I grabbed my dick and fell deeply asleep.

The next morning over Special K and toast, he was talkative, his blue eyes
sparkled. During the rest of the week, every now and then he'd catch my eye
and grin. I'd grin back, my ears would burn and I'd harden inside my pants.

That Thursday midnight took forever to arrive. When it did, I was out of
bed and out the door. Cock first, I tiptoed to the bathroom.

Damon sat on the toilet again, dick poking up between his legs, arms
crossed as before.

"All ready for me, huh, pal?"

I nodded and touched his dick. We fondled and stroked each other and pulled
each other off to orgasm. I saw between his legs, our arms entwined around
each others torsos, until my feet felt like ice.

At his bedroom door he turned and stroked my face softly. "Next week, same
time, same place." he whispered; his left hand reached around and caressed
my asscrack.

"We'll take care of each other," I replied. His door closed and I scurried
to my room and huddled under my blankets. No matter how cold I was, I vowed
to never, ever wear pajamas again on our nights together.

Periodically during the next week, in my room, I'd finger my asshole,
inserting one or two (and, once, three) fingers inside. My dick boinged and
oozed. I daubed at it with my finger and tasted it, wondering if I could
get Damon's finger up my ass.

And so we continued, in the bathroom, stroking each other off. Eventually,
I wanted to lick his cock so we graduated to sucking. Each time we got
better, learning the signals on how to prolong it. Then, one week, we moved
on to something else.

As I slipped past Damon's room to the bathroom, he opened his door. "In
here," he mouthed silently and backed into his room.

My dick dribbled as I followed.

His bedlamp was on and he climbed onto his bed and patted beside him. In a
second, I was there, my cock aching. His poked up too, as hard and
beautiful as always.

"I wantta do something different," he whispered.

"Sure. Like what?" My heart pounded.

"Mitch Lewis, on the team . . . he's Heather's brother? He showed us some
mags he had-guys fucking girls' asses! I'll bet we can do it too."

"Each other's butts . . . asses?"

That was beyond his fingers, but I'd fuck his nostrils if he'd asked.
"Sure, why not? What do I do?"

"Take this and smear it on my prick." He handed me a bottle of Brooke's old
facial lotion, left in the bathroom. "Lay on your back, and I'll go right
up your ass."

I hesitated, thinking it over.

"I'll be careful." He put his arm around my shoulder. "I won't hurt you, I
promise. I'll never do anything to hurt you."

"Okay. Sure."

Although most of the lotion had dried, I found enough to use. He moaned and
twitched as I slathered it over his cock and although I considered whacking
him off I really wanted his dick inside me. I wiped my finger around my
asshole then rolled onto my belly.

"Spread your legs," he whispered. I did, and I felt him fumble down there.
There was a tickle and a pressure, then a sudden thrust and he was in. My
ass burned and spasmed. I yelped into a pillow.

He slid his arms up my belly and chest and wrapped them around my
shoulders, then pushed. I grunted again, and he slowly built a rhythm. My
asshole burned and tickled, teetering on that border between pleasure and
pain.

"That feels great," I whimpered.

"Sure does," he said, "like it was meant for me."

He increased his strokes so I grabbed the headboard and started grinding my
hips in rhythm with him. He gasped as I felt him spasm inside me, then I
thrashed as my own dick blew. I buried my face in his pillow as I throbbed
and pumped, smelling him.

Damon exhaled a loud slow breath and fell down on top of me, his arms still
around my shoulders. Slowly, I rolled onto my side and saw myself in his
bedroom mirror, his arms folded with mine as though his arms were also
mine. We lay together for a long time.

"Gotta break this up and get our butts to bed," he finally said.

And so it went, once a week, Thursdays. He said I gave him the energy he
needed for football; I loved having him inside me. I'd lay on my back,
squeezing my asshole tight, whacking off, and I wanted us to ride together
through eternity.

Eventually, I was as tall as him, but not as stocky-he lifted weights,
bulking up for the football team. Our body hair, as if fertilized by our
cum, spread across our bodies in a soft golden down.

Damon was the last football jock in the family; my sport was running, so I
joined the track team and got to know Jason Young; he sat in front of me in
homeroom and we also shared American History together.

One weekend, we had a big track meet coming up and the coach pushed us
hard. We also had a history test coming up, which I wanted to study for.
Jason suggested we go to his house for dinner and study.

Seemed like a good idea to me.

His dad picked us up and drove us to their home.

"You boys probably want to be left alone," his mother said after dinner.
"You don't need to be disturbed when you're studying." And off they went to
a movie; his older brother was working, so we had the house to ourselves.

"C'mon, Zen; let's go to my bedroom. It's a lot more comfortable. There's
some sodas in the fridge. Can you grab a couple?" He started up the stairs.

I scurried back to the kitchen, grabbed two Pepsis and dashed up to his
room. His door was ajar, so I elbowed it open. Jason was crossing his arms,
grabbing his teeshirt by the tail and pulling it off over his head. He
tossed the shirt onto the floor next to his shirt, kicking off his tennis
shoes as he did so. Then, without a second's pause, he unfastened his pants
and slid off his jeans and briefs. He turned to me, naked.

"What are you doing? Thought we were going to study."

"Just getting comfortable. Havta be comfortable when I study. What about
you?"

"Here's the Pepsi. I'm fine."

"You are? A teeshirt, shirt, pants with belt, underwear, socks and shoes?"
He smiled as he swallowed a couple mouthfuls of soda. I thought his dick
was getting longer, but couldn't be sure. He put the can down on his
nightstand, and hobbled on one foot, then the other as he yanked off his
socks.

"Look at me," he spread his arms as he sat on the bed. "This is
comfortable. I'm always naked in my room. Try it. We've showered together a
lot-like today."

"Nkay." I handed him my can and unbuttoned my shirt. My hands shook by the
time I got to my shoes, and my whole body shook as I pulled off my
underwear. To my surprise and embarrassment, my dick was hard, so I turned
away to toss my underwear on top of my clothes. My ears burned.

"Better now?" Jason asked. I turned to see him sprawled on the bed, his own
prick definitely stiff. "Don't know about you, but I feel helluva lot
better." He grinned and tugged his erection. "We were wondering if you'd
like this." He patted the bed beside him.

"Who's we?" I sat carefully beside him, my arms hugging my torso.

"Know Paul Matthis and Shawn Brinker? One's in your English class and the
other one's in your geometry?"

"Think so. You talk about me?"

"We always talk about guys. Especially cute guys like you."

I felt my ears burn again.

Jason swung around facing me. "Never done anything like this before? Want
to?"

"Yes . .  . and yes...sort of."

Jason put his hand on my chest. I yelped.

"It's cold!"

"No," Jason grinned. "This is cold."

He wrapped his hand, still cold from the soda can, around my prick. I
yelped again and we both laughed. Then Jason leaned forward and kissed me.
My arms wrapped around him and I lay back, pulling him down on top of me.
I'd never kissed anyone like that before, but I didn't want to stop,
either.

I fucked him that night, my first. My prick slid into him and I was amazed
at how hot, how tight, his ass was. I knew why Damon loved fucking me so
much. Jason straddled me, face to face, as he bounced on my prick, our arms
wrapped around each other, licking each other's mouths and faces. He ended
up on his back while I banged away in his ass, his eyes closed, moaning
with every stroke, his hand working his dribbling dick. When I came, I felt
like I was sailing over a waterfall and I yelled in ecstasy. Jason screamed
and thrashed as he sprayed gallons of jizz all over us.

I pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside him. Jason lay his head on my
chest while our breathing settled.

"God, you're a hot guy! You can get any guy you want. Really. I've had the
hots for you ever since I saw you in homeroom, and I hoped you liked guys.
That's why I kept finding ways to let you see my prick in the showers. I
noticed you kept looking."

"Thanks. I like seeing you-naked or not."

He slid up to kiss me on the mouth again, and I stiffened.

We were dressed and studying when his parents returned.

Just before we went back downstairs, for his dad to take me home, Jason
pulled my pants down and sucked me off.

When I got out of their car and walked back up to my house, I realized one
reason I loved Damon was because he was a man.

The following Thursday, I told him about Jason and how great that was.

"If you ever want us to stop, let me know, bro," he said, and tousled my
hair. "I'll stop."

"Same here," I said. "If you ever want to, we will."

"Don't think it'll ever happen; now scoot." And patted my ass as I left.

Only it did happen, and much sooner than we expected. One Sunday after an
afternoon of studying and fucking with Jason, Damon knocked on my bedroom
door.

"Mom's been asking questions," he whispered when I let him in. "We can't do
this anymore."

"What kind of questions?"

"The noises upstairs, in the bed, stains in the bedclothes that night.
Stuff like that."

I chilled to my bones. "What'd you tell her?"

"I told her nothing was going on."

"Think she believed it?"

"Don't know. But we'd better not do it anymore."

I stood still for a moment, not wanting to believe what I was hearing.
Damon held my shoulders.

"It's okay, bro; really. We're still together, and I'll bet you're having a
great time with Jason, huh?" He winked.

In spite of myself, I smiled. "Yeah. He's great."

"Good. And I've got some girl I wanna go with. 'Sides, we can still find
ways to do it. You know, like up at the cabin?"

"Yeah."

"Just that we shouldn't keep doing it, like, every week, like here. OK?"

"Sure."

Damon unfastened my pants and fondled me through my underwear. "Just
remember, we're brothers, and we'll always be together. Nobody can take
that away from us."

"Yeah."

I didn't know what else to say, so I turned away while Damon let himself
out. For the first time since I was a kid, I cried myself to sleep.

Everytime I saw Damon after that, I wanted to see him naked, feel him
inside me, to taste his prick, but I couldn't.

Jason and I still saw each other, which was fine. We loved sucking each
other, we loved fucking each other. I was content.

But he wasn't Damon; he was leaner like me, and rather than Damon's mat of
blond fuzz, he had a mass of dark hair spreading between his nipples and
another splotch around his dick. I missed the prickly/soft fuzz of Damon's
hair across his torso and the way it trapped his scent.

But Damon never kissed me and Jason loved kissing.

My dad gave me a car when I got my license, just as he did with all us
kids. Jason and I would go out parking and suck or or fuck or whack. Other
times, we'd take our shirts off and neck, and I'd whack off when I got
home, imagining Damon's lips on my body instead of Jason's.

Jason showed me the park, overlooking the river, where men would go. We'd
eat lunch once a week with Paul Matthis and Shawn Brinker and Shawn told me
about what went on in that park and who he saw there.

By now, I knew what gay was, what homosexuality was, and I wasn't bothered
knowing that was what I was. My parents didn't know, and I didn't know
where Damon fit, but I couldn't find the time to ask him, either. It seemed
that every time my parents were gone, Damon had practice, or a date, or
work or homework, or I'd have track practice or something.

By now, Damon moved onto first-string varsity and played almost every game.
Jason hated football but he went with me to the games and we'd cheer;
afterwards, I'd watch Damon go off with kareb Porter, one of the pep squad
girls. The first chance I had to be alone, I'd cry.

Halfway through Damon's senior year, he got Karen pregnant. That was the
first time I heard my Dad totally lose his temper and yell; Mom said
nothing, but she stood around clutching her elbows, her eyes filled with
tears, and she kept swallowing.

I knew then that I couldn't tell my parents anything.

Jason didn't understand that, because by now his parents knew and accepted
him and me but he let me make my own decisions.

Things got quite strained at home until Damon finally agreed to marry
Karen. My Dad promised him a sales job on one of our used-car lots so the
Sunday after his graduation Damon and Karen married and moved into a small
apartment out in the cheap suburbs.

That was when I realized I'd lost my times with Damon forever. I called
Jason. That was something else he didn't understand, but, again, he said
nothing, He put his arms around me, holding me while I sat beside him on
the bed. I saw us in Jason's bedroom mirror, me sitting there, him holding
me. What I saw there wasn't right. I started crying.