Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 18:51:23 -0400 From: Zaccary Zilchwood Subject: "Et Tu, Brute?" Volume 1 Et Tu, Brute? vol 1 by Angela von Moltke DISCLAIMER: The following features underage homosexual incest. If you are offended by or not permitted to view such materials, please don't read any further. All characters and actions are based exclusively on the imagination of a young (but of age) man who was an only child and developed a weird fetish because of it. I'm writing this because I got fed up with stories that don't get to anything sexual for many paragraphs, or sometimes even entire installations, so if you want a slow developing romance, look elsewhere -- I cut right to the chase. If you want to give me feedback, you can send it to McGreddysthrowaway@gmail.com, but I won't promise that it will be checked frequently. Apart from that, enjoy. My twin brother, Brutus (named for a friend of the family who died in a motorcycle crash, not the Roman Senator), and I have always been very close. When we were born, we were even conjoined at the hip. As infants and toddlers, we were inseparable. We went to a small elementary school, so we were always in the same classes. We'd go to school together, sit next to each other, eat lunch together, go home together, and then spend time playing in our room together. We even slept in the same bed. When we got to middle school, we started to diverge. We went to a large high school, placing us in completely different classes, aided by my academic superiority, and therefor enrolling in more difficult classes. Outside of school we split as well. I became involved with the drama club, whereas he got really into sports. Theater rehearsals and football meetings weren't on the same days, so on most days one of us would get home hours later than the other. We still spent a few hours together every day, and still slept in the same bed, but it felt like we were as distant as the stars. However, everything changed one night. We were fourteen, in 9th grade, and a friend of mine had told me about masturbation earlier that day. I didn't understand how it worked, but I did understand the funny feelings in my pants I got every so often, so it made a certain amount of sense that there would be a way to resolve those feelings. I lay in our bed, pulling my cut dick out through my underwear. I was far enough into puberty that I had hairs around my dick, but it was still fairly small -- only two inches flaccid. But when I started to stroke it, it grew and it grew up to four inches. It got hard like it did at other times, but while stroking it it was a pleasant experience, as opposed to when it would happen to me in class. What followed was the most frightening moment of my life: Brutus walked into the room. Brutus was the oldest looking 14 year old I had ever seen. He was 6 feet tall, had luscious black hair that was groomed to look like Billie Joe Armstrong. He was built amazingly. He had the stature of a great athlete, but didn't present as particularly masculine. His nails were painted black, and he wore a tightly fit Gaslight Anthem shirt and purple skinny jeans that gave me that funny feeling in my crotch. I gasped, tried to put my dick away, and said "aren't you supposed to be at football practice?" "Practice was canceled today because of the rain." he answered, adding "I haven't seen you doing that before, though." "I haven't done it before. I was hoping you wouldn't see me like this..." "Relax," he said, "everyone does it." "Really?" "Yeah. I started when I was 10. Do you want me to show you the ropes?" "What do you mean by that?" "Well, first of all, your technique needs work," he said, walking over towards me in bed. "You're using both your hands to grasp your dick. It's not ergonomical. You should grasp the whole shaft with one hand, like this." As he spoke, my brother pulled out my penis, and began to stroke it, slowly and sensually. My heart throbbed. My brain was exploding with thoughts and feelings of pure ecstasy. To have someone else's hand on my cock, especially my brother, enticed greater joy than I've ever experienced. "You try." I began stroking the way Brutus showed me. "Now I can show you some things you can do with your other hand," he remarked, walking towards the closet. "The most obvious thing is that you can flip through porn." He returned to the bed, with a stack of 1970's Playboys. "I found these downstairs, I think they were dad's, but their ours now." I opened up one of them, and was shocked to see naked women like that. I wasn't expecting anything less, but I'd never seen a woman without clothes before, so it was a brand new experience for me. The women in there were beautiful and varied. There were some with huge tits and asses, some skinny as a telephone pole, some black and some white, and even one picture of girls masturbating each other. Their crotches fascinated me. I intellectually knew that women had a different set down there than I did, but seeing a vagina has a different kind of effect than just knowing that one exists. I found myself simultaneously disgusted and more turned on than I'd ever been before. "But there are more things that you can do with hands that will turn you on more," my brother said, sitting directly behind me now. "Like, check this out." He reached under my shirt, and worked his hand up to my breast. He grabbed tightly onto my nipples, and twisted them. I didn't understand why, but somehow this made that feeling in my crotch soar. "What else can we do?" I inquired "Well, if you really want to, I can show you some things you can only do with multiple people." "Like what?" "Well... check this out." He left his seat directly behind me, and lay down along the bed, so that his head was right near my penis. "When I do this for the football boys in the locker rooms, they go nuts." With that, my brother put his lips on my cock head, sucking on it like a lollipop. He made circles around my cut cock head with his tongue, making me feel better than I had ever imagined of feeling before. He started to suck on even more of it, I could feel my dick hit the roof of his mouth, it was amazing. To have all this be happening to me during my first time, I couldn't hold that feeling in my pants down any longer. My cock and my body began to flex in euphoria, and something came out from my dick into my brother's mouth. "Ohmigod I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pee in your mouth." I apologized profusely. "That's not piss" he said, his mouth full of a white paste sort of thing. "It's called cum. It's the product of a sexual experience, and I think it's the most delicious substance on earth." He swallowed the cum, got up, and kissed me with his tongue, adding "That's enough for tonight. I'll teach you more tomorrow." He and I both changed into our pajamas, and fell asleep. I was still euphoric, but if only I knew how good the next day would be...