Date: Sat, 25 Feb 2012 14:24:36 -0600 From: Luis Subject: Fucking Incest: Chapter 2: Telling People Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance with any living person is mere coincidence. The following story may feature gay incest possibly involving under aged and older men. Any of such activities are not encouraged in real life. Even when this story does not present it, safe sex is always advised. The present script is intended for mature audiences only. If erotic literature is not allowed on your area at your age, please stop reading now. If this disclaimer is not followed, any consequences will not be linked to its writer. Enjoy! Fucking Incest Previously: My brother Jimmy had come home high and horny one night. Taking advantage of the lonely house and his knowing that I was gay, he decided to jump on me and fuck me like a bitch. He was shocked when I flipped him over and fucked him instead. We ended up kissing passionately. Chapter 2: Telling People Note: This is a long chapter and there is not a lot of sex in it, but if you liked the first part and like well-written stories, then the character development to come is quite necessary for making this any good. I encourage you to read it all but if you don't want to, then skip this chapter and wait for number three, but you probably won't enjoy the whole story as well. After that first time, Jimmy and I continued having sex regularly. Every night we would sex the shit out of each other. Sucking, sixty-nining, fingering, fucking, flip- flopping... As the days went by and we got more used to it, pain stopped being an issue and getting fucked was just as good as sticking your cock up the other's ass. I, for one thing, loved when he did me doggy style. I also loved it when he was high, but sober was perfect nonetheless. With time, not only did the sex get better, but our relationship also progressed. We had come to terms with our feelings for each other, realizing it was love. It didn't freak us out. Instead, we embraced it and accepted it. Exclusiveness was never discussed but it wasn't necessary either, since our sexcapades were so fucking brilliant that fucking other people was not even thought of. In a few weeks, we were the happiest couple on Earth, and already acted like boyfriends. Of course, in public we didn't show any signs. We had always been close anyway and usually hung out with each other's friends, so it wasn't weird for anyone to see us so united. Our parents were just glad with it. They smiled every time they got home and saw us watching TV together or saw us go out somewhere. However, as good as time can be for a relationship, it also has a way of fucking things up, and suddenly it began. It didn't affect our feelings for each other, or the sex, or our wanting to be together. It started rather inoffensive, actually. "Pauly, I have something to tell you" said Jimmy one night when we were glowing with post-coital ecstasy, lying embraced on my bed, still panting. "Yes?" I asked worried. I even turned around to face him because his tone freaked me a bit. "I love you so much, I really do. I have never been happier in my life. Everything is perfection as it is, but there's a thought I simply cannot get rid off" he said. "Jim, we've discussed this. We both said we had no remorse because this felt right. Has it started feeling wrong for you?" I asked tearing up. "No, Pauly. What the fuck do you ask that for? That is not what I meant at all. Oh, come here, you. Stop crying" he said hugging close to him. You could hear in his voice the heartbreak it gave him to see me cry. "If that's not it, then what's the problem?" "I need to tell the truth to someone, Paul. Things are perfect right now but if we keep this a complete secret, then at some point it'll just go to shit. I don't want that to happen. We gotta have a support system." I freaked out. My heart began pounding in my chest and a cold surge crossed my back. "We can't tell anyone, Jim. This is the rightest thing that has ever happened to me, but the world wouldn't understand." "I know, bro. Don't freak out. I'm not planning on telling mum, or the people at school. I just meant that we both need to have at least a friend we can each talk to when we have a fight, or feel like the spark is going off a bit or anything. We need someone to give us advice. I, for example, know that if I told Al, he would not tell a soul and support me. He would freak when I told him, but after the initial shock, he'd accept it because he'd see how happy I am." I thought about it for a second and he was right. It was an extremely scary thing to do, but it was necessary. I immediately thought of my best friend Sandra. She was the first person I had come out to and she had told me that night that she would always support me no matter what and she would kill anyone who made me sad and love anyone who made me happy. I knew she meant it. I could tell her. "You're right!" I said after an eternal silence. "We should tell someone. I'll talk to Sandra tomorrow after school and then we can both go at night to Al's and talk to him. He'll take it better if he sees how good we're together as a couple. Seeing me support you will help him get over the shock easier." It was sorted. I told Sandy on our way home, sitting on a lonely park bench. She cried a bit, asked me if I was aware of how hard I was making life for myself and then hugged me tight when I told her I was aware of it but was gonna fight anything for this, cause Jimmy was the love of my life. In the end, she told me she meant what she said that day when I came out to her and that Jimmy better know she would kill him if he broke my heart. We went for ice cream to sweeten the mood before parting our ways. Later that day, at six o'clock, Jimmy and I stood outside Al's door waiting for it to be opened. Alexander was Jimmy's best friend since the second grade. They were always together and they had been there for each other every time they had any trouble or sadness or even when they had picked up a fight. One time, Al had broken his nose fighting off a guy that had stolen Jimmy's girlfriend when the guy was obviously winning the encounter. If it hadn't been for Al, that dude would have sent my brother to the hospital. Al answered the door after about two minutes. My dick twisted a little in my pants when I saw him. I had always had a crush on him and every time I had jerked off fantasizing about Jimmy, Al was involved. He was a bit taller than Jim and I, he was more muscly than my brother, but much paler. Alex also had coloured tattoos forming half sleeves around both his arms and small expansions in his ears. His dark, black hair contrasted so beautifully with his skins and the tattoos that it made him even hotter, and his cheekbones and tendency to always wear tight wife beaters and shorts that accented his round bubble ass and rather large package, made him in few words the hottest guy apart from Jimmy. He welcomed us in and gave us a beer on our way to his room. A distinct smell of sweat, dry cum and weed intoxicated the atmosphere when we got in. "Sorry bout the stench. I haven't been in a very clean mood lately." We both said it was no problem and looked at each other with a complicit look. After all, with all the sex that we had been having in our room, it probably smelled the same. We hadn't had any time to clean either since we had spent it all fucking. "So, you said you wanted to talk to me about summing. What's the matter?" Jimmy hesitated a bit. He was having a hard time finding the right words to begin. I don't know if it was the confidence of how easy it had gone with Sandra, the lust I had over these two gorgeous hunks being with me in the same room or the fact that Al had lightened a spliff and the smell had reached me, but the words simply slipped my mouth. "Jimmy and I are fucking each other" I said dead seriously. Jim looked at me with eyes like saucers and Al choked on the smoke from the cigarette. "You what?" asked Al still coughing. "It's true. It started a couple of days ago when Jim came home high as fuck and it was the best sex any of us had ever had. It just kept happening and happening and now we are in love, and we could probably say in a relationship. I didn't want to tell anybody, but Jimmy thought it would be best if we had someone to talk to whenever we had any troubles, and so I told Sandra and he said he wanted to tell you, and you're the only people that know. Please, don't tell anyone, cause this is really important for us and we have never been happier. I know it?s too much to take right now, and it seems at first like the worst possible idea, but we?ve given a lot of thought to it and the honesty of our feelings is enough to have us fight anything to be together. Please, understand. You have to. You have to support us. We need total secrecy, though, ok? You cannot tell a soul. And why the fuck can't I stop talking?" I spoke so fast it took a second for it all to sink into anyone's mind. Jimmy just stayed silent, shocked, his head rushing from me to Al and back. I just stared at Alex's eyes for a while. No one said another word for a bit. I spoke again to break the silence, more calmly this time. "Uh, Al, it would be really nice if you said something. We're kinda freaking out here." He mumbled for a bit and then spoke still in awe. "Fuck! Is this true, Jimmy?" he asked. Jimmy only nodded. Looking at how scared he was, you wouldn't have guessed it was his idea to tell people in the first place. "Fuck! Ok. Well first of all, I won't tell anyone, of course. Then, fuck! I have no idea what to say. I probably would start yelling at you, telling you how stupid you were by letting yourselves fall for such a problematic relationship if it wasn't for the fact that you do look totally in love with each other and that ever since you said you were fucking each other my dick got the hardest it's ever been." We both glanced down to his crotch. Al's hard on was perfectly visible under his shorts. It was long and thick and starting to form a wet spot. Jimmy decided to ignore it. "Does that mean you're ok with it?" he asked still afraid. Al hesitated once more. "Hell, bro! If fucking this little bastard makes you happy, then fuck him all you want." They smiled and hugged each other. I never even noticed. I was still fixated on Alex's big cock that seemed to not have gone down one inch. "Wait a second" I said. "Why are you hard? Aren't you like supposed to be straight?" Al got a bit red. I'm sure he had regretted mentioning his erection right the second he did it. "Well, first of all I don't think I'm gay or straight. Jim and I both have always found hot people hot no matter their sex, but also, if I have to be honest, Paul, I kinda have jerked off more than once thinking of both of you. Not together, cause that wasn't even possible in my mind since two minutes ago, but now that it is, I just can't help but picture you guys going at it! It?s fucking hot too!" I got hard myself. I didn't know what to make of the situation. Al was horny for us, I was horny for him, I had no idea what Jim thought, but just as I looked at my brother?s face to search for his reaction, he threw himself on top of me and began kissing and dry humping like the day we first had sex. Al just stared at us and cursed.