Date: Sun, 11 Jun 2023 19:50:34 +0000
From: Jack Metillicum <jackmetillicum@protonmail.com>
Subject: He ain't Heavy, He's my brother - Chapter 1

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He ain't heavy... He's my brother

Chapter one

The doorbell rang waking me. I groaned as I slid out of bed and padded down
the stairs, I opened the door and poked my head through the gap. My naked
body was hidden by the solid wooden door. A DHL delivery man was on the
other side with a parcel that was due next week. I signed for it and
reached through the gap and manhandled it into the hallway. Grumbling and
muttering I headed back upstairs, glancing at the bedside clock as I sat on
the bed and groaned. Seven a.m on a Saturday the first day of my holiday
and I was awake early. I switched off the alarm that was set for ten, no
point laying in bed wasting the time wide awake. I have never mastered the
art of getting back to sleep once I'd awoken. "Happy holiday," I said to
myself. Twenty minutes later I'm showered and decided to head over to my
brother's place early. The Sooner I get there sooner I can get away from
them both I thought.

I don't dislike my brother and his wife, anything but the opposite in
fact. Well Sarah I sort of tolerated, she was in not so many words thick as
shit and twice as dumb. Our mother who was still quite the snob said "Sarah
had married way above her station." But had always tried to help her adjust
to a lifestyle that was like winning the lottery. Rather than try and grow
and educate herself she chose to just stay where she was.  Anyway I
digress, they have the most tempestuous marriage of anyone I have ever
met. If they put put as much effort into making their marriage work as they
did tearing it apart they'd have the foundations strong enough to support a
skyscraper. Not that I'm one to pass judgement on a bad marriage. I've been
divorced for nearly eleven years now and single for the past nine or so of
those. My marriage ended when I found my wife in bed with my father. Yeah,
that was an awkward conversation. My mother divorced my dad, and I divorced
my wife. My much younger half brother is also my step-son. Confused, yeah,
well welcome to my world! After enduring all that it sort of destroyed my
faith and trust in people.

Sure I dated on and off for a while but I just couldn't or rather refused
commit. Having the it's not you, but me talk wears you down after a while
and I didn't want to keep explaining why I had trust issues. Constantly
reopening an old wound wasn't healthy and my mental health suffered
accordingly. So now I live a single life and am pretty happy with it, most
of the time. Sure there are moments when it would be nice to share the
intimate things of the day with someone. But the underlying fear of
wondering if they were fucking behind my back is just too much for me to
cope with. Maybe when I'm older that'll change but my life works and I live
by the philosophy of `if it ain't broke then don't fix it.' When I'm horny
I have my hand and a whole internet of porn to deliver every fantasy I
could imagine. After I've cum I get to fall asleep and I don't have to hold
and kiss her and speak words of unconditional love. Which brings me back to
my brother, Henry.

For the god knows, only how many times. He and Sarah were trying to patch
up their six-year marriage. Last march it was a far-eastern cruise this
time she'd booked a trip to Jamaica at a couples-only hotel resort.  After
much haranguing and the fact that I'm divorced, single and the best uncle
in the world. I was asked to babysit their boy, my nephew Aidan for the two
weeks they were going to be away. I made a big deal of doing it for them. I
always did, but I was secretly pleased. He was a great kid and the closest
I'd ever gotten to having a son of my own. We were going to have our own
adventure. I'd found a remote two bedroom cottage in Scotland in the middle
of an old landed estate. To keep the money coming in, the tied cottages had
been made into holiday lettings. The one where we were going to in a few
hours was the former gamekeepers.

It was remote, had no internet and looked out on a wide open loch and was
completely secluded. At this time of year, it would be pretty chilly but
the remoteness would do both me and the boy some good. I was just a few
hundred yards from my brother's house when I saw what I thought was his
Mercedes speeding fast towards me. I had to swerve and mount the pavement
to avoid a head-on collision. I stared at the driver as they passed me. I
recognised her instantly. We locked eyes she flipped me the bird as she
accelerated away. Sarah. The bleached blonde hair and the near clownish
makeup were the giveaway. I groaned, dreading what I find when I got to the
house. Muttering under my breath over and over what the fuck had happened
now. Well, I knew what had happened. No doubt they'd had another
argument. I sighed dreading the next hour. I was so tired of their shit,
every fucking week they screamed and shouted at each other.  Didn't matter
what time of day. Sometimes I swear they set alarms to argue. It must be so
exhausting hating each other so hard only to make up a few hours
later. Last week they were even talking about having another kid. I left
and went home after hearing that, I had to bite my tongue hard and not tell
them to be so fucking stupid.

I reluctantly pulled in through the still-open gates, the long winding
driveway snaked through expansive landscaped gardens. My tires made the
gravel ping against the undercarriage of my car as I drove up to the
garage. I got out and looked at the monstrosity they called home. It was a
custom-designed reproduction of a Tudor house. I didn't like the place,
sure it was big. Seven bedrooms eight bathrooms and countless reception
rooms but it was just a little like Sarah. Vulgar, and trying desperately
to be something it wasn't and never going to be. Dolly Parton said it best
when she said "it's amazing how much money it takes to make something look
so cheap." I was two hours earlier than planned and slipped inside through
the kitchen.

Greeting me were broken glass and plates. They covered the floor, a carton
of milk had toppled over emptying over the countertop and spilled down the
doors pooling on the floor. My shoes crunched over the broken glass as they
had the gravel outside as I made my way through to the breakfast room. It
was empty, a deep gouge in the mahogany table and a knife sticking blade
down into it. There were toppled chairs and a picture hung haphazardly on
the wall. Another was on the floor, the canvas punctured by what looked
like pointed heels. The sitting room fared no better, ripped cushions with
scattered foam and stuffing covered the floor. The curtains hanging on
snapped poles blocked out most of the light from the window. The study had
books scattered everywhere, it was a fucking shit state. I picked up a
book. It was an old Agatha Christie, a signed first edition. About two
grands worth. I shook my head with resignation. I found Aidan in the t.v
room. He was curled up on the armchair. He'd pulled his favourite chenille
throw over himself so just his mop of dark hair peeked out. I gently pulled
it back, the fluffy fabric warm from his breath. He was sound asleep, his
cheeks flushed red from his tears. I got angry knowing he'd been so
upset. I went in search of my brother, this had to stop. This was going to
fuck the kid up, my blood was boiling at their complete and utter
selfishness.

I left him sleeping soundly and closed the door as I left the room. I knew
I was going to ball Henry out, he had to get this sorted for once and
all. I climbed the stairs angrily if that's possible. My feet sounded as
hard in the stair treads as I headed up to the first floor. I was a man on
a mission. I headed straight to Henry's room, the door was ajar and I went
in without knocking. He was sitting on the massive bed when I launched into
my tirade. He looked at me blankly as I ranted for nearly five
minutes. When I stopped talking well nearly shouting at his irresponsible
behaviour towards his son he just carried on looking at me.  He saw me but
didn't see me if you know what I mean. I waved my hand in front of his face
to see if he'd look, he seemed what they call shell-shocked. He stood up
and as he went to walk away from me he staggered and fell to his knees
before getting up and walking towards me.  He was disoriented and
confused. He was dressed in just a white dress shirt and baggy red boxer
shorts. He patted me on the shoulder said "you're right" scratched his head
then his balls before turning around in a three-sixty-circle, then
staggered again. Confused at what he was doing he scratched his head yet
again. I was worried about his disorientation and that he had to search for
his giant bed. He walked carefully to it before once again sitting down and
sinking into the soft mattress.

Alarm bells went off in my head he was indeed in shock. I went over and
knelt in front of him holding his face between my hands and making him look
at me. "Henry, what happened? have you taken any drugs? TELL ME!"  I asked
him. He tried to slap my hands away. But I held him fast, "Henry, tell me
what the fuck you've taken" I said angrily. He tried to shake his head free
but I refused to let go, "let me go Jack" he said softly. "Not until you
tell me what happened," I said. I was relieved his words didn't sound
slurred from drugs. "I said LET. ME.  GO" he said. Ensuring to annunciate
every syllable for clarity. As he spoke he slid his arms up between my own
splaying them wide and forcing my hands off his face. He stood and then
pushed me so I fell backwards.  He moved quickly and I wasn't expecting
it. I fell hard and I hit my head on the chair beside the bed with a loud
crack. A red mist must have descended over us both, what happened in next
ten minutes or so happened in a blur.

We were upon each other fighting, punching. Scratching hair was pulled,
slaps and grunting as we fought for supremacy. This was a real fight not
like in the movies it was fast and near silent as we traded blows. Most of
the noise came from hitting walls and furniture which was suffering under
the duress of two big men flattening it. He tried to move past me and I
caught one of his shirt tails pulling the fabric hard. His inertia kept him
moving and the buttons began pinging off like shrapnel making him twist so
we were facing each other. We were now in his dressing room when he came at
me again fast. I bent low and flipped him up and over and he slammed into
the mirrored wardrobe with a sickening crash. His hand went to his head and
it came away bloody. He looked at me. Both of us suddenly realising he
might be hurt. I was over to him fast, thin tendrils of blood were snaking
like small tributaries down his neck. "Ow fuck that hurt," he said. I
pulled my phone out from my jeans pocket and put the torch on and began
examining his head. There were lots of small cuts but nothing deep and no
glass in his scalp.

A huge sigh of relief escaped when I spoke "we better get you cleaned up
before Aidan sees you" I said. I stood and held my hand out to him, my
knuckles were grazed. I looked in the broken mirror at my reflection, the
man staring back was not the man who had left home this morning. My shirt
was torn. The sleeve hanging down my lower arm, the collar missing
completely and it was bloody. I had blood at the corner of my mouth. I let
my tongue explore the wound and it instantly stung. Why does that happen?
It doesn't hurt till you notice it, bizarre huh? Henry gripped my wrist and
pulled himself upright and staggered a bit. I pulled him close till he got
his balance and together we went into his bathroom. He sat on the toilet
while I rummaged through the drawers looking for something to clean his
wounds. There wasn't anything in any of the assorted drawers or cabinets.

Henry just sat there "we need to get you cleaned up Henry" I said. He
nodded and then looked at me while rising to his feet, he'd been stood for
only a moment before he swayed and nearly fell into the bathtub. In the
blink of an eye, his legs gave way and he crashed down onto the toilet seat
with a resounding crash. A huge crack appeared splitting the lid in two. I
rushed over to him concerned. Kneeling in front of him I got him to follow
my fingers to see if he was able, trying to assess just how seriously he
was hurt. Did he have a concussion? I wasn't a doctor why I thought I could
diagnose if he had I don't know. But I was trying to do my best by him. He
was able to follow them and pushed my hand down gently, "I'm fine Jack" he
said. That's when I noticed the alcohol on his breath, he wasn't a big
drinker. He'd have a beer at a barbecue or a glass or two of wine with
dinner but I have never known him to smell of booze, especially at this
time of day. "I think we ought to get you cleaned up and checked out at the
hospital" I said concerned. "NO, no.  Jack I'm fine just sort me out" he
said.

I was debating what to do next when I thought of the first aid kit
downstairs in the kitchen. "Sit there, don't you dare move a fucking
inch. I'll be back in a minute," I said. He grunted, I rushed downstairs
found it and was back in his bathroom in under two minutes. He hadn't
moved, he looked comfortable with his back against the cistern.  Like he
always relaxed there after trying to beat the shit out of someone. He
opened one eye and looked at me as he heard me come back in.  I cringed a
bit as I saw it was swelling a little, what the fuck had happened to us?
We'd never even fought as kids and were as close as two brothers could
be. I needed to focus on the here and now and get the past out of my
head. I'd brought a stool in from the bedroom and had him sit on it. I slid
his tattered shirt down his arms balled it up and threw it into a corner of
the room so I could check his back for wounds. He was lucky as he had only
a few scrapes from the broken mirror. The glass hadn't pierced the skin, I
breathed a sigh of relief as I unzipped the industrial-sized first aid
kit. Slowly and methodically I began working on his head and the small cuts
and scratches on his head and face. I wrapped a towel tightly around his
head hoping the pressure would help stop the multitude of small cuts
bleeding. "That should do it," I said.  He leaned forward and hugged me,
his head resting against my sternum "Thanks" he choked out and then began
crying. We stayed like that for a minute or two before he regained his
composure and let me go. Wiping his eyes on his arm.

I heard the emotion in his voice and he looked away when I saw his tears, I
used the excuse to sort my own face out. I took the kit over and laid it on
one of the basins, flinching as I saw my face up close. I turned my head
looking at my battered reflection "you're a cunt" I said to him.  He looked
over at me. "I'm sorry" he said somewhat insincerely. "Like I said you're a
cunt. If you don't mean your apology stick it up your ass" I said angrily
as I started dabbing surgical spirit on my wounds.  "I am sorry
Jack. Really, I am" he said. He sounded contrite now.  "Will it make you
feel better if I mean it?" He said. "Yes" I replied acerbically. He thought
a moment and started to shake his head and made an "ahhhyyy" sound of
discomfort. He stopped moving it as quickly as he started. "I'm sorry I was
a cunt Jack" I nodded. I didn't want to have this conversation. I was
annoyed, my lip was split and thickening and I was going to have a
beautiful black eye. There were scratches over my forehead and cheeks. My
neck was red and bruising from his hands, the skin was already
darkening. When the fuck did that happen? I don't even remember his trying
to throttle me. My chest had some scratches too. Just like his, my shirt
was torn and I slipped it off. The sleeve I had to remove separately, I
threw it into the corner with his.

I dabbed the alcohol on to the cotton wool pads then over the wounds both
large and small. It stung and I squinted with discomfort as I did muttering
fucker as I did so. I was forced to search through the dense forest of
chest hair to seek some of them out. As I did my pecs flexed and
tightened. I sometimes forget how hairy I am, the thick fur covering me
like a carpet. My fingers were my eyes as they slid over the soft pelt as I
looked for scapes and grazes. I was ok, I could feel a few tender spots
that would probably match the bruises on my face. I was studying myself in
the mirror as I searched and out of the corner I caught Henry looking at
me. He had a look on his face I didn't recognise so I just put it out of my
mind.

Now the adrenaline had left my system I felt lethargic and tired, drained
actually. But I did the right thing and went over to Henry. We got him to
his feet and headed back into his bedroom both of us sitting at the foot of
his bed. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" I asked. "Do I have to?"
He inquired. "No, of course you don't," I said softly. He wrapped his arm
around my shoulder "later Jack, I'll tell you later" he said his voice full
of emotion. He started to cry, his face against my hairy left pec. I felt
his tears trickling over the hairs tickling them like a soft breeze. I used
my right hand and softly held his face close to me and whispered nonsense
trying to ease the pain he was feeling.

He sobbed quietly then taking a deep breath he softly spoke, "she's gone,
Jack. This holiday was never for us, she planned the whole thing.  She's
been having an affair with her personal trainer. She said she'd only stayed
this long to get a better divorce payment, then told me I'd be hearing from
her lawyers. The bitch took my Mercedes and left. She took her designer
shoes but left our boy, she didn't even say goodbye to him. He screamed and
cried and tried to follow the car but she just sped down the driveway
leaving him behind. How could she do that?" He asked mystified. My jaw
tightened at the thought of Aidan screaming and crying so upset. Henry
gently cried, his face slid a little lower as he sagged all his strength
leaving him. "I'm so weak, so pathetic" he kept repeating over and over.

I spoke softly and low to him as he hugged me. His left arm was around my
waist holding me tightly, while his right was around my back. The fingers
twisted the fine hairs before releasing them and smoothing over my skin.
They glided through the arrow of dark hair above my ass before going higher
to my shoulders and down again. I knew he was a million miles away as he
spoke and didn't even realise what he was doing. While he unburdened
himself of all his marriage woes I listened intently and held him. I didn't
need to say anything just grunt and mmmm every so often, just be there for
him. As he told me what happened I came to realise just how much he had
cared for her. Henry had always been closed with his emotions, but the
arguments he made with her were his way of showing he cared.

He was hard work to live with and needed therapy, but then so did Sarah.
She wasn't perfect, far from it. But her selfishness and ruthlessness were
something my mother, my older brother Rex and I all clearly saw.  Yeah, I
decided. I'd help him sort a therapist out to help not just for his
marriage failing but so he didn't do this to the next woman in his life and
pass that on to Aidan. As awful as this all was I was enjoying holding him
and being held back. How long had it been since I'd been intimate with
someone I wondered. It was probably a couple of years, I must be starved of
affection as this felt amazing. My mind was wandering, flicking from
subject to subject. I went from thinking how good this felt to thinking of
how to get him through this. That's when I felt something I didn't expect
or should be feeling.

As he held me, his head was gently resting on my chest his fingers playing
over the soft topography of my muscles on my back. They ran up and down the
ridges of my spine splaying out over the firm muscles underneath. My cock
was thickening down the leg of my jeans. I only became aware of it with the
tightness of the fabric as it grew. I swallowed hard. Fuck this cannot be
happening I thought. All the while he murmured. I wasn't listening fully
now. I caught the odd word and apology here and there but I was trying to
distract myself from getting a full-on hard-on.

I started trying counting sheep, old wrinkly nuns and puppies getting run
over. Absolutely anything to try and stop the blood inflating my shaft, but
it didn't work. Henry's left arm was around my waist his forearm resting on
my crotch. I was dreading him becoming aware of my hardening cock. I
shifted my position slightly and he leaned into me harder. I wasn't
expecting him to put his full upper body weight against me and we both fell
backwards against the mattress. We both laughed "do you mind holding me
Jack? I know we're grown men but right now I need my big brother to give me
a hug. I need to know that things are going to be ok" he said. What could I
say? No? Of course not, it wasn't his fault I was craving human contact so
I said what he wanted me to say. "Sure," I said "But let's get more
comfortable.

We crawled up the bed to the pillows, I propped some up behind me and he
snuggled in close. I was relieved I'd managed to shift my position and
rearrange my cock a little without him noticing I was getting hard. He
snuggled in close to me, his left hand now brushing up and down my furry
chest. Repeatedly running his fingers over my tight abs and up to my
pecs. The palm of his hand glided over my right nipple. His face on my left
pec sent his hot breath over the nub. He wasn't helping matters and my cock
was nearly fully hard. This was not good, I shifted after a few minutes
raising my left arm. It sent his face closer but deeper into my armpit. But
it took him away from my nipple which was becoming more sensitive by the
second.

Now I was in a situation where his face was now buried in my armpit. I was
conscious he was huffing in my funk. But he seemed to be calming down, so I
left him. His hand was smoothing and gliding over the plains of my stomach
and I won't deny it did feel good. More than good. My heart was starting to
beat a little faster my cock was fully hard and throbbing in my jeans. I
looked down the line of my body and saw the length of my shaft easily
visible. I should have wanked this morning then I wouldn't be reacting like
this I thought but now it was too late. His palm slid once again over my
nipple and I felt my breath catching in my throat as I was exhaling. Small
tingles spread out like a shockwave of a detonation flooding my nervous
system with endorphins.

He paused momentarily "fuck" I said silently. A second or two later he
continued stroking me. I'm not sure if that was better or worse. The
friction was making me feel aroused and needing relief and release. His
fingers kept moving sliding and smoothing, the soft skin from his hand
awaking my dormant need for affection. My cock was agonisingly painfully
hard now and trapped pointing down my leg. I could feel the dampness and
knew I was starting to ooze precum. My chest was rising and falling a
little faster as I was getting more and more turned on. But this was
neither the time nor the place to be getting horned up. The fact my brother
was the one setting a blaze under my ass was even more conflicting. But the
more I thought no, the harder I got, and the more I dripped precum.

Henry had been huffing in my funk for what seemed like hours yet was
probably just a few minutes when he shifted position. As he moved he lifted
his leg, I watched in slow motion as it came to rest on my left leg. His
thick thigh rested right on my hard throbbing cock. I lay there unable to
move completely paralysed not believing this was happening. My cock was not
small so he had to be able to feel me rock hard. The embarrassment and
shame made me screw my eyes up tight waiting for the penny to drop and for
him to find his big brother with a hard cock with him in my arms. Would we
end up fighting again? How could I explain it wasn't him that made it
happen, just human contact. I'd just have to hope in his fractured
emotional state would he believe me. But what if he told our mother or Rex?
Oh fuck that didn't even bear thinking about.  Right now I just wanted the
earth to open up and swallow me whole.

Dread washed over me but my cock still wouldn't go down. I lay there my
eyes tightly closed listening for his intake of breath before he started
shouting at me, but I was met with silence. That's when I realised he'd
stopped crying. I was about to open my eyes when I felt him grind into
me. I was suddenly very much aware I could feel something hard pressing
into my hip. "Oh, fucking hell. Could this situation get any worse?" I
asked myself, "yes, it seems it could." I answered my brain rhetorically. I
could feel him pressed against my hip and just as hard as me. I was about
to open my eyes and move when I felt his head move. I felt his mouth close
over my nipple, his teeth softly nuzzling the fleshy nub. My breath
whooshed out in a sigh with a soft moan. He nibbled and then licked the
hardening nub. He chewed as if his life depended on it for a few minutes
making me groan and sigh.

He let the teat loose from his teeth, his breath was heavy causing the wet
skin to prickle from its coolness sending shivers down my spine. I'm not
sure if he paused because he suddenly came to his senses at what he was
doing or to give me a chance to say stop. But my silence was all the
encouragement he needed, and he attacked my nipple with renewed enthusiasm
and vigour. He nipped and chewed and I found myself pushing back deeper
into the pillows and mattress. His fingers slid up my chest to my right
nipple and he began to gently twist the sensitive flesh making my breath
shudder as I exhaled.

He chewed gently but relentlessly nipping and licking intermittently,
slowly building the pressure till I cried out. My cry was not just from the
exquisite pain but pleasure. When he went to change nipples I found my hand
on the back of his head stopping him from moving. I was pulling him back,
to keep him chewing the engorged flesh. His groin was grinding hard against
my hip, humping his hard cock into me. My cock was pissing cock snot like a
tap. I had a stream of precum running down my thigh. I was harder than I
think I've ever been in my life, my cock pulsing in time with my
heartbeat. I hadn't cum in ages, probably a few weeks. Right now I was as
hard and horny as I've ever been in my life and it was my brother who was
getting me extremely aroused. This was wrong on every level and I wanted to
stop it, but I didn't do a thing. I opened my eyes and looked at him, I
could see his blonde hair. He must have seen the movement in my muscles,
his head tilted upward and his blue eyes looked up to meet mine. His teeth
still held my nipple which was pulled oh so taught. I moaned and had to
bite my lower lip to stop myself from crying out with pleasure.

He smiled and as he did my flesh slipped from between his teeth. I smiled
back at him. He had an impish grin upon his face as he pushed his thigh
hard against my cock and a huge shudder of pleasure erupted through the
core of my very being. He wriggled closer to me so we were looking into
each other's eyes. I knew what he was going to do, I wanted him to stop but
he didn't. He tentatively moved forwards and our lips softly met. I sighed
as I felt his tongue trace the outline of my lips. The wetness brought my
own tongue out, as they met they danced briefly before our lips sealed over
each other's mouths and we began to taste each other earnestly. He kissed
me with a passion I haven't felt in years. This wasn't just a kiss, this
was something more. I can't remember ever being kissed like this. It was so
full of warmth and I was loving was his touch. My hands had slid up his
body and gripped the sides of his face. I pulled him hard and he shifted
his body till he was laid upon me. Never breaking the lip lock we were in,
tasting each other deeply.

We kissed hard and passionately, my hips ground my cock into his groin,
whereupon he'd grind his hard meat back into me. We ground our bodies
together hard and fast. I swear the friction should have made us
spontaneously combust. Our breaths were coming fast and furious in soft
sighs and gasps. Grunts and moans were escaping each of us. Neither one of
us was thinking of what we were doing, it was just the right thing to be
doing. The primordial centres of our brains had taken over, commanding us
to find release.

Henry groaned and broke the kiss. He pushed himself up bringing his thighs
either side of my body. He was sitting on my groin. My hard cock still down
the leg of my jeans, his right ass cheek pressing it firmly against me. He
looked at me, his eyes a vivid blue blazing a fire within which seemed to
give him the power to look inside my soul. Although I was still wearing
jeans and boxers I felt naked, vulnerable. He smiled as his fingers gently
smoothed over the hairy pectoral muscles and sent bolts of lightning from
my nipples to my brain to my groin. He twisted the flesh harder, causing me
to cry out loud. I went to move to return the favour to him when he slapped
my hands away. "NO, just enjoy this," he said.

He flicked and twisted the nubs while grinding his ass into my shaft. He
leaned lower and nipped hard. "Fuck" I cried out. He sat up and chuckled
smiling. "Let me, please," I said as I raised my hands to his own hairy
chest. He nodded and my fingers gently twisted his fleshy nubs like he had
mine. He sighed and all his weight went into my groin, he was clearly
enjoying this. I pushed my hips up grinding in hard against him.  He
thrusted his groin and his cock slipped out the fly. He was hard and wet,
the long shaft begging for attention. My left hand continued twisting his
nipple while my right slid downward, I grasped his cock.  I've never held
another dick in my life only my own. The softness of his skin took me aback
before the hardness and heat beneath ignited a fire in my blood.

He cried out as I held him in my and he gently began to fuck my hand
thrusting backwards and forwards. He fell forward trapping my hand beneath
his abdomen. He continued to fuck my hand and we again began to kiss
deeply. His tongue plunged into my mouth and I sucked on it greedily
tasting him swallowing his saliva drinking him down. The endorphins were
erupting from my brain flooding me, sending needs and wants throughout my
whole being. Thoughts and wants I never knew I needed came crashing through
me like a tsunami. Crashing against walls and defences, breaking them down
to allow sensations I've never experienced thundering throughout my whole
body wrapping me up in lust. We were moaning into each other's mouths and I
felt his hand smooth over the soft fur of my chest down my abs towards my
cock. I moaned again loudly as he kneaded the hard constricted flesh bound
in my jeans.

He was suddenly between my legs having moved off me so quickly I didn't see
him move. "I need you naked," he said. His fingers were at my belt pulling
it free causing the buckle to start jingling as he unclasped it, his
fingers moved stealthily pulling at the waistband. One by one the button
fly's popped open. I lifted my hips and he pulled my jeans and boxers
off. They slid like silk down my hairy thighs, his hands resting on my
hips, his face inches from my cock. A brief moment of clarity flashed
across my brain. I saw what was about to happen. I had to stop this, and
with all my might I managed to get my hands to hold his head. I found
strength from somewhere and managed to speak to him, my voice soft and full
of desire, a desire which I know I shouldn't have for my younger
sibling. "Henry, you're my brother, we shouldn't be doing this. It's fucked
up and wrong" I said. He looked at me, wanting me like I'd never been
wanted before in my life. I felt his head relax in my grip.

He sighed and I was relieved we'd both suddenly come to our senses. "I love
you, Henry, I'd hate to lose the bond we have by doing this," I said
softly. My hands relaxed and I brought them up to his shoulders about to
draw him into a hug when his head sunk low his hand gripping my shaft. He
pulled back the foreskin revealing the slick precumed glans.  "Henry,
no. Don't" I said, but it was too late. My head fell backwards sinking into
the soft down pillow, my eyes fluttering closed as the intense pleasure
from his mouth roared through me. His mouth engulfed the head of my cock,
the hot wetness was bliss. His mouth felt made to house my cock. He eased
it out holding the base of my shaft tightly and slathered the head with his
saliva. The tip of his tongue worked into my piss slit drinking down the
honey that was my precum which was pissing out.

His breath was hard and fast as he licked, he looked up at me and worked my
shaft in his mouth. He was switching from licking up and down my cock like
a big lollipop to working on solely the glans. He was expertly pulling back
my foreskin and chewing on the sensitive fleshy head before once again
engulfing the whole nine and a half inches. He took it all back into his
throat swallowing it and using the muscles there to caress the silky
flesh. I was enraptured and completely at his mercy. I cried out when I
felt his free hand then grab my balls pulling them down from my body hard,
but not painfully. As he did so his grip around my shaft tightened forcing
more blood into my engorged cock making the veins stand out. As he worked
me over he moaned softly from his own hunger and desire. Those vibrations
added to the sensations sending me to a greater high. Faster he worked on
the rigid flesh his spittle glistening on the smooth skin. It had been so
long I knew I wouldn't last long, my breathing was starting to get
faster. My hips instinctively pumped into his face meeting his downward
swallowing of my cock. Faster and faster more and more furiously I
pumped. My big heavy balls would normally be swinging wildly as I rammed my
dick down a hot throat, slapping against a chin from the onslaught of my
pounding. But in his grip he had complete control of me.

I knew I was only moments away from blowing. I felt the telltale tingling
deep inside my balls, the exquisite pleasure was building. My nerves were
firing bullets into my synapses which were in turn exploding turning my
brain to mush. Every nerve ending in my body was alive and receiving
information which my brain translated into extreme fucking pleasure. My
skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat which glinted in the sunlight
coming in through the window. I felt my nipples harden, the nubs
prominently standing out as my cum began the short journey from my balls to
my piss slit. My hands gripped Henry's head, holding him still as I pounded
into his face. My breathing stopped as I felt my cock head swell as the
first volley blasted out.

I gurgled and grunted and breathed out hard, my breath whistling through my
teeth as the first volley blew my hot thick creamy cum into my brother's
hot wet mouth. The intensity and ferocity was so hard I became worried I'd
blow his brains out the back of his head from the explosion.  Eight times I
felt my cock shoot, and he swallowed and sucked milking every last drop of
my seed out. I found my voice a few seconds later and I cried out with the
pleasure of him eating me down, slurping on the thick cream my balls had
produced. My only words were "fuck" repeated over and over again. He
continued to lick and gently suckle the now over-sensitive flesh till I
could stand no more and he let my softening cock slide from his mouth.

Still, on his knees, he looked up at me, uncertainty clouded his face at
what had just happened between us. "I'm sorry, I know you said stop but I
couldn't. I needed to feel close to someone, well to you" he whispered. His
eyes got watery as they filled with unshed tears and he looked away. I
couldn't bear to see such worry on his face. "Henry," I said. He didn't
look at me. "HENRY," I said firmer but not angrily.  "Tell me this won't
change how we feel about each other and I'll be fine with it. I love you,
little brother, I don't want to lose the closeness we've always had, that's
all." I smiled at him and opened my arms wide. He came up my body and laid
again upon me. I wrapped my arms around him tightly pulling him to a hug
hard and tight.

We were eye to eye again and he hesitated a moment before kissing me. I
admit now that I'd cum I wasn't sure about kissing him back. But he'd just
done something to me that was so intimate to show his love for me.  My
mouth opened and he slid his tongue inside. I tasted the faint traces of my
cum. The smell of my seed was rich on his breath mixed with the deeply
masculine smell of my crotch juices over his chin. The pheromones swam into
my nose making my head swim and my cock immediately began to awaken again,
harden again like I was a teenager and not a forty-plus-year-old man.

My thickening cock wasn't lost on Henry. He broke our kiss and he smiled at
me. "You are a horny bastard, Jack," he said. I laughed "no I'm not. I just
haven't got laid in a couple of years, and I haven't had a wank in a good
few weeks. Don't flatter yourself sonny" I said with mirth. He kissed me
again, my hands slid up his back and my fingers wove through his thick
blonde hair. We kissed with wild abandon as we had earlier, but this time I
was a little more in control of the situation. I let my fingers disentangle
from his hair and slide down over his back.  Unlike mine his was smooth. I
kept going and felt the fleshy mounds of his ass cheeks through his cotton
boxers. He grunted into my mouth grinding his cock into my groin. Feeling
him react so strongly I went further and slid in under the fabric. I'd
never even explored a woman's ass and certainly a guy's had never crossed
my mind, but this right here right now felt right.

My hand's pulled his meaty globes apart and using the top of my finger I
found his puckered shitter making him cry out. His kiss intensified and his
cock pulsed as he pushed almost painfully against me. Whatever I was doing
he was liking so I continued. I used the pad of my finger to wind around
the circumference of his asshole in an ever-decreasing circle.  Once I was
at the tiny opening I gently eased the very tip inside him.  His whole body
went ridged and he screamed with ecstasy into my mouth. He pulled us apart
and a long piece of spittle was left connecting us together at the
mouth. "Oh, that's amazing. Oh my God Jack, slide it in de..." he started
but stopped himself. He looked sheepish and embarrassed. I wasn't stupid I
knew what he was going to say. I brought my hand up and slid my index
finger into his mouth. He closed his lips around it and sucked getting it
wet.

I pulled it out and my hand returned to his asshole, I watched his face as
the fingertip slid inside him. His eyes crinkled with satisfaction and he
chewed his lower lip. I slid in a little deeper carefully not to hurt him
but he pushed backwards. Taking me to the base of my hand easily. He raised
his hips and began to sit down on my finger again. Fucking himself. His
face was aglow a soft rosy hue shimmering over his skin, the bruises
looking starkly dark as they came to the surface. "Another, oh god, slide
another in," he said breathlessly. I tried but he was dry and tight. He
sighed in annoyance and leaned over to the bedside table and opened the
drawer pulling a tube of lube out and giving it to me. I flicked the cap
with one hand and lubed up, I was back in him in seconds.  He cried out and
began bucking his hips like a wild bronco.

His face was a picture of pleasure, I'd never seen a sexual partner of mine
responding like this to my touch. Every caress, every sensation I brought
to his body had him humming and vibrating like a tuning fork. He responded
and wasn't afraid to acknowledge the pleasures he was feeling coming from
his asshole. I briefly wondered what he and Sarah got up to in the bedroom,
I was betting on her pegging him from the way he was reacting. Henry
reached behind himself and gripped my shaft, my cock was hard and
throbbing. He looked at me but not saying a word but the look of what he
wanted me to do was written all over his face.

My one free hand I let wander over his chest then up around his neck. I
pulled him towards me sharply and hard. My aggressiveness took him by
surprise. I pulled him close to my mouth and kissed his lips softly. Then I
softly began to kiss along his jaw so I was at his ear. I whispered to him
"if you want me to fuck you Henry, you're going to have to ask" I
whispered. His body shuddered when I said fuck him. He sat up and reached
for the lube beside us and put the tube in my hand. He turned to me he took
me at my word, his voice was soft but there was no pleading. He knew I
would fuck him if he asked. "Will you fuck me, Jack? Fuck me and let me
feel loved. Even if you don't mean it" he said.

I moved swiftly flipping us both over so he was on his back and me on top
of him. My hands gripped his boxers and I pulled them off and flung them
across the room. I had my cock slicked up and the tube in his asshole
making sure he was well lubed for his sake as much as my own. I pulled a
pillow over and slid it under his hips and shuffled closer on my knees.  He
held his legs bent up over his chest, his hole was pink and pulsing. I
swallowed hard, I was about to commit incest by fucking my brother. A wave
of excitement at doing something so frowned upon, so forbidden washed over
me. I pushed my hips forward and watched as my glans slipped into his
asshole. To say his hole was hungry for my cock was an understatement. His
hole quivered as I entered him. Gobbling me up like a horse eating oats. He
was hot and the flesh inside his hole was silky smooth like a silk glove
holding me in a vice of warmth. I slid in deeper and his hand went onto my
thigh making me pause. "Whoooa, give me a second. You're a big guy. A very
big guy Jack" he said trying to catch his breath. He took a few deep
breaths and nodded.

I slid in a little deeper and his eyes closed and he sighed before nodding
for me to continue. It took just a few minutes to bury myself to my bush. I
have never felt something like this before, the heat was like a
furnace. The manliness of this big masculine man with my cock in his
asshole making him vulnerable added to the softness of his insides was a
huge contrast. It turned me on and my cock flexed and swelled stretching
his hole around the base of my shaft. His eyes opened wide with surprise I
could make my dick fatter than it already was. The smile he gave me was
warm and full of love. I thought of what he'd just said a few moments ago
about `fucking him and letting him feel loved. Even if I didn't mean it.' I
knew he was feeling bereft and alone. But I also knew I did love him.

I began to slide out slowly watching his asshole expanding dragging over my
slick and veiny shaft till just the big purple head was left inside. I
pushed in and watched him swallow me, taking every inch I gave him. His
cock was painfully hard and matched my own in size. A pool of precum was
resting atop his hairy abdomen. He sighed as I slid in and pulled out,
fucking him slowly and methodically. He was chewing his lip and his eyes
were closed as I began to plough him, my speed picking up. "Henry look at
me," I said. He opened his eyes wide. The flaming blue fire alight from
within. I smiled at him "watch me as fuck you little brother " I said. He
grinned widely at me as I slid deeper into him. My hips sent my shaft into
the depths of his bowels. Making him cry out "too hard?" I asked him
concerned. "Oh fuck no, so good. You passed over my prostate that's all" he
said. "Your what?" I asked.

He looked at me incredulously. "What?" I said. "You're shitting me right?"
He said. "I'm not going to explain when you're fucking me.  We'll talk
later about it. But just keep angling your hips like that and you'll make
me a very happy man" he said. "Not wanting to kill the mood or my rhythm I
did as he asked and was rewarded when he cried out again and again. I
watched enraptured as I did, every pass making his cock flex and pulse
madly. Whatever I was doing it was the right thing.  My hips were going
harder and faster, my big balls slapping against his ass. The excess lube
was making the skin from my ball sack stick and peel away like a second
skin. In and out I slid watching him swallow my shaft to the root. He
hadn't touched his cock, I went to stroke him but he said "don't. I'm so
close. Just keep fucking me, please Jack. Just fuck me like that. So
deep. It's beautiful" he was in nirvana.

I began to pick up the pace, the hollow thwack of my balls against his
asscheeks echoing in the large bedroom. Harder and faster I fucked him,
with him watching me. I looked at him, spread open naked and wide before
me. "I love you "Henry," I said. "You don't have to say it, Jack," he
said. "I said it because I mean every word. I've always loved you as my
brother, but this is something else though. I hope it doesn't change
anything between us. Because right now you couldn't be loved more." He
looked taken aback by my words but it was true. Right now at this moment in
time he was the only thing in the world that mattered. He looked bashful
"you're a good man and you have a hot ass" I smiled. He chuckled and
groaned as I hit that magical place inside him.

Harder and faster I fucked him, deeper and deeper. He pulled his cheeks
wide trying to get me just a little deeper. Watching him writhe on my cock
was so horny, no woman had ever reacted to me fucking them like my brother
was. He was groaning and moaning now. "oh yeah Jack, harder, fuck me
harder. Mmmm right there, oh yeah. Oh, fuck that's it. There, harder. Oh
god, yeah. Yes. Yes." I was battering him hard pistoning in and out of his
ass like a machine trying to make sure I gave him as much pleasure as he
had given me sucking me off. "Oh Fuck, fuck, yes oh yes.  I'm gonna
cum. Nnnngghhhhh, arghhhhh. I'm cumming, fuckkkkkk!" I watched his balls
pull in tight to him, his cocked throbbed and the big purple head swelled
and exploded. The first blast shot went clean over his head. The second he
was waiting for, his mouth opened and he managed to get some of his creamy
jizz on his tongue.

His cock was splurging and cuming like a fountain in Versailles, creamy
white ribbons coated his chest hair. His hole had squeezed my shaft tightly
and I came for the second time in thirty minutes, something I hadn't done
in a decade. My balls were blasting my baby batter deep inside his
intestines, sending my swimmers looking for an egg they'd never find. He
twitched and sent a spasm through us both that made us cry out from the
over-sensitivity of our bodies. We laughed in unison. I lowered myself down
closer till I was resting on my elbows so as not to crush him. "I love you,
Henry, with all my heart. This'll never happen again between us but I never
want you to forget how much I love you right now. One day long in the
future when you look back upon your life you will look back and see this
moment frozen in time. When you do and you're ready to leave this world for
the next; you can rest easy. You can go to your grave knowing you were
truly loved, for no one in this world will love you as much or as more as I
do right now" I said and kissed him.

As we broke apart he was crying. "I love you too" he sniffled. Now
separated you could see where his cum was plastering us both, sticky white
tendrils like a fine spiderweb coated all the hair. We had a moment of
embarrassment about what had happened. "I think we need to shower," I
said. He wiped his eyes and nodded. "Jack" he said. I looked at him and he
smiled. I winked at him before I headed off to one of the spare bedrooms
and it's adjoining bathroom. Under the water, the scratches and tiny cuts
stung briefly, especially with the soap but it soon went off. I lathered
myself up and cleaned every inch of my body thoroughly thinking about what
we had just done together. I chubbed up again but left my cock well
alone. I've never felt this horny, what was it about my brother that had
made me an insatiable sex fiend?

Thinking about fucking him had been amazing and he'd given me one of the
best blowjobs in years. Well, it was probably the only blow job I'd had in
years, but it was still great. I didn't feel bad, guilty or anything like
that which surprised me. Especially with the whole incest taboo thing
people have. We were two consenting adults and we enjoyed ourselves, I
laughed to myself as I cleaned up. I just hoped this didn't change things
between us. That we stayed as close as we always were. I guess only time
will tell I thought. I wrapped a big towel around my waist and headed back
to Henry's room where my clothes were. He came out of his bathroom and
immediately looked at the floor not meeting my eyes and turned around and
went back in and shut the door. Fuck, I thought, it begins already.

This could ruin us as brothers and a family and I wasn't prepared to lose
another family member. I walked to the door raising my hand to knock then
thought fuck it and walked in. He was standing in front of the mirror hands
resting on the basin head down. I walked up close to him and hugged him,
wrapping my arms around his chest. I nuzzled his neck and kissed him
softly. "Look, what's happened, happened. We can't change that. But if we
don't sort this right now we could end up losing each other and splitting
our family down the middle. Mum and Rex would keep on and on till you
spilled your guts." He looked at me with annoyance.  "It's true Henry, you
have never been able to keep a secret, you blab at the first opportunity,"
I said. "That's a fucking lie," he said indignantly. "Really..." I said
raising my eyebrows questioningly.  "There's telegraph, telegram and
tell-a-Henry," I said. He looked at me and roared with laughter. "How long
have you been waiting to use that line?" He asked smiling. "A while" I
grinned back at him.

Shaking his head he said, "so what now." I bit my lip. I did have an idea
"why don't you come to Scotland with me and Aidan" I said. He looked at me
like I just sprouted horns. "Scotland?" I looked at him.  "Yes, fucking
Scotland. What's wrong with Scotland?" I asked him irritated. "It's an
eight-hour drive for a start, and you said that cottage has no
internet. Need I say more?" He replied tartly. "You want to stay here
alone?" I said. He flinched. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for" I said. He
nodded. "But when you put it like that, I don't want to be alone," he said
quietly. "Okay, pack a bag. We're leaving in thirty minutes, two weeks just
us and the boy will give you time to come to terms with what we just
did. "Why is it me who needs time to come to terms with it?" He asked. "You
want an honest answer?"  I asked him. He nodded. "Because little brother, I
don't regret it.  Sure I begged you not to suck me off and I didn't expect
you to eat my load either but you did. But it was hot. So was fucking
you. I refuse to feel guilty about something that was one of the most
incredible expressions of my love for another human being" I said matter of
factly.

He flinched when I said about sucking me off and eating my load but it was
true. I did tell him to stop. He was the one who pushed us both beyond the
point of no return and of course, he did ask me to fuck him.  "I have a bag
packed," he said reluctantly. I shook my head "That was for Jamaica, you'll
freeze your tits off this time of year in Scotland in shorts and t-shirts"
and laughed. "You're not selling me this very well" he replied. "Just pack
a fucking bag you miserable old fucker.  I'm off to raid your wardrobe, you
ruined my clothes when you went all HULK SMASH on me" and I laughed
again. "I forgot what a prick you can be Jack," he said. I grinned this was
too easy. "But you'll never forget my PRICK again will you little brother,"
I said walking off. I glanced at him as I left his bathroom. His cheeks
were burning red with embarrassment.

Thirty minutes later we were in my Range Rover all packed up and heading
down the winding driveway. The gates closed as we left, Henry had called
his cleaner and apologised for the mess and with a hefty bonus she was
going to clean up and arrange for repairs. Aidan was quiet in the back of
the car, he'd been like that since I found him downstairs wide awake.  We'd
talk later, he could always talk to me. We were so close, almost like
father and son. Maybe because I offered a stability he just didn't get with
either of his parents. That I was determined was going to change. Maybe
these two weeks will give Henry a chance to become the sort of father the
boy needed. We'd see...

To be continued...

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