Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2009 14:34:19 -0800 (PST)
From: Larenza Prince <larenzaprince@yahoo.com>
Subject: He is my brother omnibus

Hey everyone.

I first posted this story about a year ago on Nifty. Lots of people
commented me on a job well done in writing it, and although I posted the
final chapter of the story on the 26th of August 2008, I still get mail
from the story. Ive decided to make things a little bit easier for you, by
combining the 12 chapters into one story. I don't know whether this is the
right thing to do, I'll admit that, but there is a first time for everything
and if I get negative feedback, I won't do it with my other stories.

Please enjoy this story as I enjoyed writing it.
Lots of love, Larenza.
larenzaprince@yahoo.com

HE IS MY BROTHER

"Will I see you tomorrow night?"

"Maybe, only if you make it worth my while."

"Okay, I better get inside. If I miss my curfew, I'll never hear the end of
it. See you tomorrow, yeah?"

I kissed my beautiful girlfriend goodnight and she went back into her
house. I had the lucky scenario that my girlfriend, Rachel and I lived next
to eachother. We had known eachother our whole lives and we started dating
three months ago. I was happy, since none of my current friends had a
girlfriend. I smiled and entered my own house. As I walked into the living
room I saw my father and my brother watching TV. Our mother died at my
birth, so I had never really had a motherly figure in my life and always
was in the company of men. I loved my brother and my father dearly, so I
didn't have any trouble with that. My brother, Perry and I had always been
more like best friends than the brothers that we were. It was really funny
because Perry was born on the second of January 1994 and I followed ten
months later on the 30th of November that same year. We were in the same
grade, same class, had the same friends, but we always looked after
eachother. Perry was so happy for me when I started to go out with
Rachel. I think that he might have had a crush on her himself, but yeah...I
got her in the end.

One afternoon as I came back from Rachel's house, I quickly wanted to take
a shower as Perry and I had a meeting at school, so I wanted to be fresh so
to speak. As I undressed and stepped into the shower, I heard my brother
calling me.

"Ricardo! You here?"

"Yeah, bro! Im in the shower."

As I stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, I saw Perry run into our room
almost out of breath. I immediately saw that something was wrong, Perry was
upset.

"Perry, what's up?"

"Bro, I don't know how to put this to you. I don't want to hurt you, man!"

"Perry, you're not hurting me but you are freaking me out. Incase you
didn't notice, im wet, and I am not cleaning the floor up here."

Perry sat on his bed. Once immediately he stood up again and held me at my
shoulders.

"Ric, Rachel is cheating on you."

For a moment Perry must have thought that I had completely blanked out as I
didn't reply or showed any emotion or a sign that I heard what he had
said. I finally moved away from him and looked at him for a moment.

Then I punched him in his stomach.

He bent over, the wind knocked out of him and fell on the ground groaning
and coughing. I stared down at him and then I followed the punch up by
kicking him in the stomach once more. He started to cough up blood as he
layed there, but I didn't feel a thing.

"What, you think if you tell me this kind of crap that I would dump Rachel
so that you can have her?"

He looked up to me with tears in his eyes.

"You know what you can do with those fucking fake tears? Go shove them in
your faggot ass and leave me and my girlfriend alone. I thought we were
close, but if this is how you are going to be with me, to spread lies like
this about Rachel, then you are no longer my brother!"

I turned my back on him and stepped back into the shower and slammed the
door shut.

I couldn't believe that Perry had done this to me! We were always so close,
did everything together. I loved Perry to bits, but then again I didn't
tell him to dish up lies to me about my girlfriend. Around by five a clock,
Perry came into our room, limping a bit, and sat on my bed.

"You...eh...better hurry up. We're going to be late for the meeting."

"Im going no where with you."

"Ricardo, I know that you love Rachel, but this afternoon I..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

I had never before talked to Perry like that.

I could see that he was upset, but I didn't say anything. The once
closeness that was between us, as far as I was concerned, it was
over. Rachel meant the world to me and I really loved her. If Perry was
jealous about that, it was his problem. When he left for the meeting, I
went over to Rachel. As we sat and watched TV, she started to slide her
left hand all over my knee. I didn't think much of it at first, but then
she started to rub her hand more upwards and towards my groin, I felt this
was serious. I had never had sex before so this would be my first. With
Rachel. Nothing could be better! I gasped when I felt her touch my now
steel hard cock through my pants. She twisted her hand so that she was
rubbing my cockhead and I shivered. Then I felt her putting her hand inside
my pants so that only the slight material of my boxers was between her and
and my swollen prick. I gasped again as this as so fucking much better that
my right hand...

Suddenly I backed away. I stood up and just stood there looking like a
moron. She stared at me with a confused look on her face. I knew what made
me back away. The sheer thought of what Perry had told me, made me stood
up. The mere thought that this stunningly beautiful girl that was giving me
all these romantic and erotic pleasures was for one minute cheating on me
was too much to bear. I knew that Perry was lying; I had known Rachel for
so many years to know that she would never betray me like that. And still
there was a small voice at the back of my head saying: "Why would Perry
lie? He is your brother."

"Im sorry, Rachel. It's just...I have some things on my mind. Not that I
didn't like this...what you did and believe me I want to make you feel that
good aswell, but...not right now. Please understand."

Rachel's facial expression changed from confusion to a reasuring smile.

"Ofcourse, it was your first time, I understand. There is nothing to
forgive. I love you."

"I love you too," I said and kissed her.

How Perry could think that I would ever believe that shit story, I'll never
know. Nothing could be better than being with the girl you trust and love.

That night as I was getting ready for bed, I was in the bathroom brushing
my teeth when Perry came into the room. Since my father believed in cutting
costs wherever possible, me and Perry had shared a room our whole
lives. Now at the age of fourteen, Perry ofcourse almost eleven months
older than me, we had no problem sharing, but now, it was. For me at
least. Perry came into the bathroom just as I was leaving and I bumped hard
into him with my shoulder. He didn't say or do anything, and just went on
doing his business. I climbed into my bed and switched the light off on
purpose. As he came back into the room, I could hear Perry sigh and tried
to find his way back to his own bed. Suddenly I heard a bump followed by a
cry from Perry. Obviously he had bumped some part of his body against
something, and having been in a situation like that myself, I know it
hurts. Suddenly I sat upright. Perry was crying. As much as I hated him for
telling that lie about Rachel, I felt a little pity in my heart for causing
this. No mattter what he did, Perry was still my brother. I climbed out of
my bed and carefully made my way over to him.

"Hey, where does it hurt?"

"My foot..."

I switched the light on and looked at his foot. It was red and beginning to
swell up.

"Doesn't look like you've sprained it," I said.

"Yeah, but it hurts like hell."

"Perry look, im sorry, yeah. I just couldn't understand why you would lie
to me like that. If I took what you said seriously, think about how Rachel
would've felt! How long have we known her?"

"Ricardo, I know you love her and don't want to hear this, but I went over
to her earliar today to look for you. When I heard screaming and laughter
and all kinds of...sounds, I thought it was you and her, but then I heard
her say it."

I didn't want to believe this, but I was curious nonetheless.

"What did you hear?"

"She said: "You are such a better lover than my boyfriend" to whoever was
there. When I came home and saw you were here, I knew that she was cheating
on you. Ricardo, you're my brother, I love you man! I'll never lie to you."

I thought about what almost happened this afternoon over at

Rachel's and then I felt my blood steam inside me. Rachel was so sweet, so
kind and understanding, this couldn't be true! I stood up and climed into
bed, switcing the light off.

"Ricardo, do you believe me?"

"I don't know what to believe, Perry. All that I know is that I love Rachel
and that you have no proof of this crap."

"Ric, please I don't want you to get hurt..."

"Would you quit bitching about this? Go to sleep and get your own fucking
girlfriend."

I heard him sniff once more, but this time there was no pity in my heart.

Our father noticed that there was something wrong with me and Perry; we
have always been so close. Now we were ignoring eachother; or rather I was
ignoring Perry. He was crying himself to sleep every night. Rachel and I
was still going good, but came no where to where we were a few days
ago. Everytime we got close, something in me would crack, and I would back
off. Rachel understood each and everytime. God, I really had the best
girlfriend imaginable.

About a week after me and Perry's fight, I was reading a bit after school
when Perry came storming into the room.

"Ricardo, come with me!"

"Fuck off, Perry!" I screamed as I shoved him away from me.

"Im not leaving without you, you wanted proof, so im gonna give you proof!
I said, come with me!" he screamed as he pulled me along with him.

I reluctantly let him drag me with as he pulled me out of the house. He
stopped when we where infront of Rachel's house. I took one look at him and
then knew what he was doing.

"Oh no, Perry! I'm not falling for this!"

"Ric, quiet! Just come and look at this, just look man!"

We stood outside of the house and he pointed to the window. I showed him a
murderous look and then looked through the window. Okay, I looked, no big
dea...What? I felt a hand on my shoulder and as I looked into Perry's eyes,
I saw that he was crying. I looked through the window again. It couldn't
be! My darling Rachel was on her knees and this guy was fucking the living
daylights out of her. At first I thought that he was raping her, but the
more I watched, the more I saw that she was enjoying it. I sliently turned
around and walked home. I went straight to my room and lied on my
bed. Perry must have followed me because I felt a hand rubbing my back.

"I didn't want to do that, Ricardo. I didn't want to hurt you, but you had
to know that truth or she would have played you forever."

I sat up and looked at him.

"Why are you crying?" I asked, my voice horse.

"I...I was hurting for you. You are my brother, I love you man."

Then the reality of it all shocked through my young body. Rachel had been
cheating on me all this time. I had taken my rage out on the one person who
had always been there for me. I wanted to hurt him so bad, and know I knew
that it was in vain. Rachel, I loved her so fucking much. How could she do
this to me? Suddenly the sobbs just came spilling out of me. I stood up and
beat the door with my fists over and over until Perry took hold of my arms
and hugged me tight. I melted against his chest while crying my eyes out
for what I had done to him. And still, here he was. He was holding me and
caressing my back. I suddenly felt this incredible love for my
brother. Perry and I were brothers, so we loved each other unconditionally,
but this was a different kind of love. My hands went around his back, while
I still cried. Perry pulled away from me took my face into his hands,
wiping my tears away. I hugged him again and pressed my face into his neck.

We didn't speak much further that day and as my father was having a
business dinner; Perry and I were keeping ourselves busy. When we finished
washing the dishes we sat infront of the TV and watched a bit of The
Simpsons. I felt Perry cuddle up to me, which was strange, since I was the
youngest, but I didn't care. If anything this thing with Rachel brought us
closer as brothers. I put my arm around him and held him as he put his head
on my chest.

We were getting pretty sleepy around the time our dad came home, so we said
good night and went to bed. As I pushed the covers back, I noticed that
Perry sleeping already. It was getting cold at night, so I decided to wake
him.

"Hey, get under the covers, you'll freeze tonight."

"Okay, goodnight."

"Goodnight."

As I switched off the light, I really missed having Perry with me, as I
layed back onto the pillow. I tried not to feel sorry for myself, but
suddenly I felt like crying again. Rachel's face kept showing up in my mind
and I knew I would get sleep easily tonight. I stood up and walked over to
Perry's bed.

"Perry, you awake?"

"I am now" he said.

"Perry, can I sleep with you, bro?"

"Why?"

"I...I don't want to be alone tonight, please man."

"Okay, get in."

I lifted the covers up and got in beside him. We layed like that for a
moment and then he turned towards me.

"Sorry about Rachel."

"Don't worry about it; it's not your fault."

"I just wanted to protect you, bro."

"Can you please hold me like you did this afternoon?"

Perry didn't say anything. He just put his hands around my waist and we
were lying face to face. Before I knew it, I found my hands around his
waist aswell. It was getting hot inside the bed and we couldn't help to
stare into eachothers eyes. I felt his hands on my face, stroking my hair
and I rubbed my hands around his back. Slowly our faces came closer and
closer until our noses were touching.

"What are we doing? You are my brother," I whispered.

"Its okay, I want this aswell," Perry whispered back.

I leaned in and did the unthinkable. I kissed my brother passionately on
the lips. Our hands were all over eachother and our tongues danced the
tango of love as did our hearts inside our chests. Perry pulled away and
wiped my sweaty hair from my forehead.

"I wanted to do this for so long, bro."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I knew that you were interested in Rachel. Anyway, what normal person is
inlove with his brother? I didn't want to lose you."

I kissed him again and I knew that from this moment on my life would be
changed forever. A new kind of love for Perry had been awakened inside me
and I couldn't get enough. I wanted him.

As I woke up I felt an unusual feeling behind my back. I turned around and
looked into the sleeping face of my brother Perry. Then it dawned on me
just what exactly had happened between us last night. Me and my brother had
kissed! Not just a brotherly kiss, but it was in a lovingly way, one
quarter of the way to making love with my brother, oh my shit! I stood up
and ran to the bathroom as quick as I could. I washed my face like a
thousand times as I wanted to clear myself of everything that had
happened. As I dried my face, Perry stood in the entrance of the
bathroom. We looked at eachother for a while, but then I looked away and
went on about brushing my teeth with real meaning. Perry came up to me and
watched me try my best to clear all possible remains of what we did. As I
finished and went back to the room, Perry came up behind me and put his
hands on my shoulders. Without thinking I pulled myself away, still not
looking at him. It was like I was guilty of a crime that I didn't commit.

"What's wrong, Ricardo?"

"Nothing at all, why do you ask?"

"I thought you were okay with what we did last night."

I finally turned around and looked him in the eye.

"Perry, I know that what we did last night felt good and I know that I
really wanted it at the time, but..."

I felt Perry put his arm around my shoulder. He put his face into my neck
and softly kissed it. I shivered with the sheer emotion of the genuine love
that my brother showed me and all I wanted to do was to kiss him
aswell. But then again the whole concept of Perry being my own blood
brother crushed my fantacies like a boulder and I pulled him away.

"Perry, please. I love you, but that is just it! You're my brother for
heaven's sake! We are not supposed to be doing this! What the hell would
dad think? I can't help it, Perry, im ashamed of what we did! I can't do
this. You're my brother. My only brother."

Perry sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. My heart wanted to
break in a million pieces for him and I couldn't help but sitting next to
him and taking him into my arms.

"Im such a fool, Ricardo. I fell inlove with you, bro. And my biggest
mistake was to tell you about it on the same day that you realised your
first girlfriend was cheating on you. God, Ricardo! I've loved you all
these years, man! Well, I guess we can just forget about this. Just give me
some time, because I can't wish these feelings away. That's all I ask."

I pulled Perry into a hug. I knew that he was hurting, but what could I do?
Not only because he is my brother, but I was like totally into girls! I
have never had a single gay thought in my life, not to mention towards my
own brother!

Around about four a clock, I heard the doorbell ring and I saw it was
Rachel. I opened the door.

"Hey, baby! I missed you! Why didn't you come over last night?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because...let me think...maybe because you were on
your knees getting fucked! I couldn't possibly interuped; afterall they say
three is a croud!"

If I expected Rachel to show any kind of shock or emotion to the fact that
I knew the truth, I was mistaken.

"Well that's a relief! Thank God!"

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Every single time I wanted to do something with you, you chickened out!
You think I was going to wait forever for you to fuck me?"

"You motherfucking bitch! I loved you!"

"You love yourself, Ricardo. You didn't have the guts to make me a woman,
so I got someone else to do it. Well, I guess I won't be seeing you around
then hey!"

I felt this overpowering emotion to run after her and tell her what a bitch
she really is. As I struggled with my own emotions Perry came in at the
backdoor. He was shitless as he was shooting some hoops outside. I turned
around and he saw that I was upset.

"I just saw Rachel leaving, is that what got you so upset?"

"It's nothing, leave it."

Perry gave me one more look and then went upstairs. Suddenly I felt this
shadow coming over me as I became more and more depressed. Was I really
this bad as a guy and as a boyfriend that I had to sleep with and kiss my
brother last night because I couldn't keep my girlfriend happy? Why did I
need time to make love to Rachel? Any other guy would have jumped and
pumped his dick at the chance! But I said no each and every time...I felt
such a failure. I wasn't a good enough lover for Rachel and that's why she
cheated on me. I went into the kitchen and I took hold of one of the knives
in our set of cuttlary. I went back to the livingroom and felt the sharp
metal of the knife in my hand. I sighed. Then I...

PERRY'S POINT OF VIEW

I was inlove with my brother. I wanted to help him so much but he kept
pushing me away. Last night...oh heaven, last night I was so happy that I
finally had the love of my life in my arms; I was so na�ve to believe
that Ricardo would suddenly love me in that way too. I wanted to murder
Rachel for what she had done. Once I had finished with my shower and put on
some new clothes, I went back down stairs to get sonething to eat. As I
stepped past the livingroom my blood ran cold. Ricardo was on the couch,
with blood dripping from his hands.

RICARDO'S POINT OF VIEW

I slowly opened my eyes and looked around me. The last thing I could
remember was the knife in my hand so what was I...

"He is awake! Dad, Ricardo is awake!"

Was that Perry? Suddenly I saw my dad and my brother running into the room
and looking down at me.

"Oh, son Im so glad you're okay! How are you feeling?"

"Im not sure," I said. "What happened? Where am I?"

I felt someone slowly take hold of my hand. I turned my head a little to
the left. Then I saw Perry, his eyes bloodred, looking into mine.

"You're in the hospital, bro. I don't quite know why you did it, but you
slit your wrists."

Then he suddenly looked up.

"Dad, could I have a word with Ricardo in private, please?"

"Okay, but not to long, your brother needs his rest."

As our father left the room, I felt something wet on my arm. Perry was
crying. He took my face into his hands and kissed my forehead while he
stroked my hair. I reached out and put my hand on his cheek, wiping Perry's
tears away. Why didn't I want his love for me? Why did I push him away this
morning?

"Ric, im not going to ask you why you did this. I think I partly know why,
but we're not gonna talk about that. I love you so much that I don't know
what I would've done if..."

"Perry, do me a favour. Close the door."

He did.

"Will you get into the bed with me?"

Perry didn't even think twice. He lifted the covers just like I did last
night and layed down next to me. I took his face into my hands.

"I thought that I was no good, bro. I thought that I'd do everyone favour
by doing what I did. Now I knew that I was wrong. I love you, Perry. Kiss
me, please."

Our love was spread through our entire being as Perry's tongue was
searching and finding mine. I had no idea that it would feel this
good. Perry ran his fingers through my hair and I explored his strong
stomach. We were getting pretty into it when Perry pulled away.

"Bro, as much as I want to do this, Dad can come in here any moment. Let's
wait until you're home again. Just promise me one thing."

I kissed his hand and looked into his eyes.

"Anything."

"Please don't do to me what you did this morning. My heart can only take so
much."

I gave him a hug as he climbed out of the bed.

"I swear, Perry. I'll never push you away again."

It was two more days before I was discharged. That morning I couldn't wait
to get home so that I could be with Perry. I really had to pinch myself. I
never thought that I would ever be inlove with Perry. But this was for
real; I couldn't wait to be in his arms once more. I smiled as Perry came
into the room.

"Dad's waiting in the car. You ready?"

"More than ever, Perry. Come here."

Our lips met for the first time in two days and with the urgency that we
kissed eachother, I could feel that we both really needed this. We were two
horny fourteen years olds afterall. As his hands went around my neck, I
felt him kiss me on my collarbone, my chin and then my lips again.

"I need to feel you inside me," I heard him whispered.

"Well, let's go home," I said, rubbing his chest. He kissed me one more
time and then he took my bag and me and my brother walked out of the room,
with our arms around eachother. For others it might have looked that we
were the best for friends, but not only were we that, we were lovers as
well.

 As Perry and I came home, he went into the kitchen and made us both a cup
of hot chocolate. We sat in front of the TV, and for the first time, it
wasn't just as brothers, it was as lovers aswell. We watched the screen as
we sipped our drinks. Finally Perry reached for my hand and I gave it to
him. He laced his fingers with mine and squeezed mine tightly. I felt this
wrath of warmth breezing over my body, into my being and into my
soul. Thinking that my father would maybe come into the room, I gently
stood up and pulled him with me. I put both my hands on his waist and
leaned in for another heartwarming kiss. My brother kissed me back with a
moan that I have never heard coming from him. We were giving our hearts to
eachother, never to be taken away ever again. Never would someone come
between us again. He reached up and ran his hands through my hair and that
just made me more and more horny for him. I pulled away from the kiss and
whispered in his ear:

"I thought you wanted to feel me inside of you, what happened with that?"

Perry groaned.

"Oh, yes. Please, I've been waiting for years, put that thing into me, my
dearest brother, I wanted it so much!"

It was my turn to moan out loud as his hand rubbed over my swollen cock. I
wanted him NOW. I pulled away from him and stepped up the stairs slowly. I
was looking at him all the way and I took off my shirt. Perry breathed in
deeply as he saw my upper body and I rubbed my hands over my nipples.

"Come on, you know that you want these little babies. Maybe between your
teeth and lips as you suck them one by one? What about these pecs of mine?
Oh yes, I can see you want to lick your way down this body. You want it?"

"Yes, oh God, yes! I want you, Ricardo. I want you so fucking bad. Let me
pleasure you, bro. Let me make you so damn hard like you have never been
before."

"Too late, bro. I have had a hardon since I saw you this morning. It needs
taken care off. You're offering for the job?"

"Oh you're gonna get it now!"

Perry rushed up after me and we burst into our room laughing and giggling
like a bunch of girls. I grabbed Perry at the back of his neck and I kissed
him again, all while pulling his shirt off him so that I could feel his
firm body. I could feel his strong stomach muscles flexing underneath my
gentle touches. I gasped as I felt a hand on my cock. I looked up at
Perry. Until now we were just playing around but when we both realised what
Perry had done, we pulled away and stared at eachother.

"You sure you want to do this, bro? Once we begin, im not sure I'd want to
turn back," I whispered.

"More than anything, Ricardo. I love you, and I want to show you just how
much. I know it's probably wrong against everything that we believe in, but
if this is wrong, being inlove with my brother, and I don't care. Make love
to me, bro. I need to feel you in me."

I slowly layed him down on the bed as I took hold of his pants. He looked
so darn sexy with his underwear sticking out from underneath and I gently
slipped his pants off. Perry started breathing heavily as I caressed his
strong, muscled chest and then we kissed once more. I moved on to kiss the
side of his neck, the little secure spot that I found there.

"Bro, you have you idea what you're doing to me. I've waited so long..."

I kissed his chest and layed my head down for a second and closed my
eyes. If you would tell me that I would be doing this a month ago, I would
have killed that person, but now...this is where I wanted to be. I caressed
the spot next to his left nipple, I as wanted to be as close as I could to
his heart. By the time I came to his belly, Perry was squirming and
grabbing the sheets of the bed, I guess I must have done something right! I
kissed the spot where his underwear was and then I looked up into Perry's
eyes, desperately seeking his approval. As if knowing what I wanted, he
blew me a kiss. That was all I needed. I took his underwear off and I
gasped. I never knew he was this big! Easily nine inches. I kissed the
insides of his legs and across his thighs. Perry began panting and shaking
all over.

"Damn it, Ricardo. Just suck it! Please, bro."

That did it. I took my first ever cock into my mouth, and it was my brother
Perry's. I licked the cock from the base of the stem until I reached the
head, where I knew, as by my own previous experiences, that it was the most
electric at that spot. As I licked his cockhead, I loved every moment of
this. And taking the moans from Perry, he was enjoying the feeling of his
brother's mouth on his cock aswell. Perry's cock was beginning to become
really red and hot as it danced between my lips. Each time and I down on it
fast, but taking my time in coming up again and caressing his cockhead.

"Ric, bro! Im getting so close, man. I can try to hold it...oh
MOTHERFUCKER! Jeez, man! Oh lick it more, just one more...Oh shit! FUCK!"

One second I was still sucking and the next thing, this massive load of cum
was spilling into my mouth. I swallowed. It wasn't the first thought that
had come into my mind, swallowing my brother's cum, but I wanted his love
in me. There was still cum spurting out of his cock as I was finished
swallowing what I had in my mouth. Like a bolt of lightning I dove back
onto his cock and sucked up every single love fluid that he had to give
me. When I was finished, I took a look at him once more. His eyes were
closed and he looked so peaceful. I layed down next to him and kissed him
softly. This was a speacial thing between me and my brother, something that
was so sensitive and sacret between us.

After a few minutes, Perry opened his eyes and I saw the tears streaming
down his face. Have I done something wrong? Had the sheer reality of just
what we did sunk in only now?

"Perry, talk to me, bro."

"Im...Im just so h...happy, man. I wanted this ever since I can
remember. Just being close to you, and touching you, I thought and made
peace with the fact that it would never happen and now it has..."

I took him into my arms and he cried his heart out. I could never know what
he was feeling while I was perfoming this on him. For someone it might seem
like just another blowjob, but for him it was the reality of seeing a life
long dream come true. I stroked and kissed his hair as he fell asleep on my
chest. I quietly stood up, grabbed the covers of the bed, layed down again
and covered us both. Immediately he turned to my side and put his head and
his right arm on my chest. And for the first time I felt that this was
where I would always be, my brother and me.

As I heard the door opening and slam closed, I got my ass out of the bed,
put on my shorts and went down to the living room.

"Hey Dad. Where have you been?"

"Ricardo, what are you doing, you should be resting!"

"I had some rest, actually. Perry however is still sleeping."

"Why does he need to sleep? I thought he could help me with the grill
tonight."

"Yeah, I'll go wake him."

I prayed that my dad wouldn't follow me upstairs and see Perry naked in
bed, and luckily Dad began to unpack the steaks so I could run upstairs.

"Perry, wake up! You need to get dressed, Dad is right down there!"

"What? Shit, get me my clothes. Quick!"

I watched Perry get dressed and I felt a little sad, forcing him to put on
those clothes to hide his fantastic body. Just as he wanted to run
downstairs, I stopped him.

"Remember I love you. Even if Dad's here, and I can't show you, I still
love you."

"I know. I love you too. Dad is here so we obviously can't...but
yeah. Let's try and get some sneak kisses through dinner, yeah?"

"Now you're talking," I laughed and kissed him before making my way
downstairs.

We had a feast that night as our dad tried everything within his power to
spoil me. The incident with me cutting my wrists was never mentioned, but I
have a feeling that one of these days, dad would want some kind of
explanation. After dinner dad surprised us with a DVD of Good Luck Chuck.

"I know how much you two love Jessica Alba so I thought this would be
great," he said slyly. Sure, me and Perry really, and I mean really liked
Jessica Alba, and although I still thought she was really hot, no one could
replace Perry. When we sat down, I felt Perry give my hand a little
squeeze, as to say the same to me. We really laughed during the run of the
movie, as our father didn't know of the sex scenes in it. Dad became bright
red as we came to those scenes. In the middle of the movie, Dad excused
himself, claiming that it had been a long day and that he was tired. As
soon as he was out of sight, Perry and I burst out laughing. When the movie
had finished, Perry was lying with his head on my lap, grinding his face
into my clothed-covered cock.

I stood up and once again, almost like a man asking a woman to dance, I
held out my hand. Perry graciously accepted it and we made our way up to
our room.

"You forget that you still owe me, bro. I want that piece of cock up my ass
and I want it now!"

No time was wasted. Our clothes were ripped off in record time as we were
both hungry, so hungry for eachother. As Perry was naked, he layed on the
bed and he opened his legs for me.

"Put it in me, Ricardo. I want to feel my brother fuck my brains out!"

That would get any fourteen year old, girl or boy, horny and I softly
pressed my cock against his hole.

"Bite your teeth, bro. I've never done this, but I guess it's gonna hurt."

"I don't care, man. I know Im safe with you."

My love for my brother grew as I pushed my cock into his ass. His facial
expression told me that it hurt like hell, but he tried so hard to ignore
it. As I wanted to pull out, he stopped me.

"No, please no! Don't let us be separated."

A few minutes of just gentle rocking and pushing had past as Perry got over
the pain of a having a cock in him for the first time.

"Okay, im ready. Make love to me!"

It was like was was no tomorrow. I pushed my cock into his ass over and
over. The feelings that had crept over my body were otherworldly. This was
my first fuck, that to my dearest brother Perry. My cock felt twelve inches
long instead of the seven it actually was. While I was pounding into Perry,
I felt his cock sliding up and down my chest and I motioned for him to jack
off. The feeling of having your ass fucked aswell as having your cock
stimulated was too much for him and he shot his load. I opened my mouth and
two of the spurts flied directly into my mouth. The rest I felt landing on
my chest, hair, face and arms. There was just so much cum. I couldn't hold
it any longer.

"Don't you dare pull out, Ricardo!" Perry whispered.

My love for him was making me thrust my hips into him more and finally I
felt my cum blast out of me and into my brother. Same genetics, same
seed. I collapsed on him as I gave him literally everything I had. He ran
his hand across my back and I lifted my face to kiss him once more. Perry
and I had truly become one.

I was awakened by a lovely feeling on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw my
brother Perry gently rubbing his hands all over my chest. His hand moved up
to my neck and stroked my hair. His thumb glazed over my lips and then I
couldn't take it anymore. I pushed his head closer to mine and reached for
his lips. I wanted him so much. I felt his hands go around my back as we
kissed. I had never felt this way for anyone, girl or boy. This was more
than love. If there was something, some emotion, more than loving someone,
this would be it. I couldn't describe it! It felt wonderful. Just then as
we were kissing, we heard our father calling us for breakfast
downstairs. We reluntantly stopped as we were both hungry. As we stood up,
Perry pulled me close once more and kissed me again.

"Listen; there is something I want us to talk about, yeah? Let's make it
later, after school. It's important."

"Sure, anything for you."

"Ricardo, this is important. We really need to talk. Let's go down before
dad gets angry."

As we both ate our bacon and eggs and downed our OJ, our father came in,
half-dressed.

"Dad, what the hell?" I asked.

"Im so late, it's not even funny. There's a meeting at work, shit I can't
even eat breakfast."

"Dad, if you knew that you had a meeting, why did you make breakfast for
us?"

"Come on, Ricardo. If I had to choose between you guys and my work, my work
could go to hell for all I care. You guys can't go to school without
something to eat. Anyway, I got to go. See you guys later."

Perry and I looked at him leaving the house. He looked sad.

"Shit, man. Now I feel guilty as fuck. He really cares for us."

"No shit, he is our father. We love him aswell. He knows that."

Perry sighed.

"You know sometimes I really think that you are not human, I don't think
you have any feelings at all."

I was shocked. After all that we did last night, I thought that me and
Perry would never fight again. That comment really did hurt me. I stood up
and hugged him when I noticed that he was crying. I held him closer to me
and he layed his head on my shoulder and he kissed hit. I melted when I
felt him do that. I really started to feel for my brother. He pulled away
and kissed my forehead.



"This is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. This thing between us,
what is it? What the hell do we call this? I fucking affair? A
relationship? Something to let us both get our rocks off? What do we call
this? I love you so fucking much Ricardo, but can we really have a
relationship? We are brothers! How long can we keep this up? Did we have
sex, or did we make love? What is it, Ricardo?"

I had never really thought about this. Perry was right; we had to talk
about this. Perry glanced at the clock and we saw that we were way late for
class so we rushed to school. Since me and Perry were the same age, we had
the same classes. We sighed with relief as the bell finally rang for
break. Perry and I got our lunch and sat down to eat, when suddenly Rachel
caught my eye. She sat with Kyle Laverham, the captain of the soccer
team. As she saw me she leaned over to Kyle and gave him a smothering kiss
on the lips. Was I supposed to be jealous? OMG!!! I really had to stop
myself from laughing right there in her face. It was so misplaced! I had
Perry, who the fuck needed her ass or nasty cunt? Suddenly she came over to
our table. I was too late to warn Perry and he got a shock as he saw her
standing next to us.

"Hey, sexy! You miss me?"

"Hardly, Rachel. Why don't you go suck on Kyle's dick and leave us alone?"

"Why, you jealous because you can't?"

I sat there, unable to come up with a suitable reply. What the fuck did she
mean by that? Could she possibly know something? Rachel gave me a wink
while smirking at Perry and made her way over to Kyle again. Perry and I
were silent as we were both thinking the same thing. Did Rachel know about
us? This bothered me the whole day and when we finally came home, Perry
went up to our room and locked himself in there.

"Perry, come out, man! We've got to talk about this!"

"Ricardo, we have let this thing get way out of hand. We should have never
done what we did!"

"That's bull and you know it! We love eachother! People who are inlove
should be together."

"YOU ARE MY FUCKING BROTHER!" I heard him cry out. I decided to talk to him
later and leave him alone for know. We each had to deal with this. The more
I thought about it, the more I started to worry. I thought about our
father, how he didn't care if he was late of for a important meeting, he
still had to take care of us, even if we were at the age of fourteen! Shit,
and how would he feel if he found out that his two boys were inlove and
having sex with eachother?

As he came out of our room, Perry made his way down and sat down next to
me. I could see the dried tears on his face. I put my arm around him and he
leaned into me. I stroked his arm and he kissed my chest. Then he looked up
to me.

"I've been thinking all day. This isn't just lust or just sex for me,
man. I really do love you. Not only that, im inlove with you, Ricardo. I
have been for years; I just didn't know what to call it. I don't know how
you feel about this, but I love you and I want to be with you."

Im not one to cry easily, so you can understand my shock as I felt the
tears rolling down my cheeks. For the first time I knew what love really
was. I wanted to have every bit of Perry with me all the time, and I knew
that it was slightly impossible. I kissed his hair and he sighed. He gently
nudged my chest with this head and then leaned up to kiss my neck. I held
his head between my hands and stroked his hair and his lips did wonders
against my neck. I felt his hands underneath my shirt and I shuddered
against his touch. I rubbed his bare back as my lips found his and our
tongues danced inside the heaven of our throats once more. I was only
fourteen, but this wasn't just sex. I loved this brother of mine.

"Let's go upstairs," he whispered.

As we reached our room, we fought to take our clothes off at the same
time. I wanted him naked. As he took off his briefs, I took hold of his
cock and gave it a few strokes. He groaned and thrusted his pelvis into
me. His big cock bumped into my face and I took him into my mouth. I licked
all over his cock, covering it with my saliva. I squeezed his big boner as
I felt all over the big organ with my throat. His piss slit began to pour
his pre juice all over my face and I pulled him down. I took his cock and
put it between my knees and squeezed. I felt this warm throbbing cock
between my legs as I milked him. Before I could stop him, he opened my legs
and pushed his cock against my hole. I layed on my back immediately and he
softly glazed his cock against my hole.

"Put it in, I need to feel you, man! Give me all you got!"

He didn't disapoint as he pushed in all the way, making me feel his
hardness between my cheeks. It hurt like hell, but I wanted all of
him. That made the pain worth it. He slowly started to push in and out of
me and I groaned and sighed, feeling my brother giving me his mighty
cock. I jerked my cock so fucking fast that all I saw was a blur. As I felt
my cock beginning to throb and twitch, I lunged forward and layed on top of
my brother. I grinded my cock onto his strong stomach and I screamed out in
pleasure as my love juice was spread on his stomach while I was holding his
shoulders. It took me a while to recover and then there I was, bouncing on
his dick once more. Perry was really fucking me good and I wasn't shy
either. What did I ever see in Rachel? This stunning guy was so sexy, so
loving and he was mine! He was Perry, my brother and we loved eachother. I
really wanted to spend my entire life with him. I don't want anyone
else. Perry was my life.

"Shoot in me! Put your cum into me! I want your cum, I want it in my ass, I
want to have you, Perry! Fuck me! Fuck me until you give me your love! Fuck
me harder, bro!"

"Shit, man! My cock feels so good in your ass, Ricardo!"

He pounded in and out of me and then I felt it. He came with huge globs of
teen cum blasting into my ass and I loved every minute of it. I bounced on
his cock a few more times, to, in all honesty, pump all the cum into me
that he had to give. I collapsed onto his body and we kissed once more,
bathing eachother in our love.

Perry and I showered together and we were watching TV as our father came
home. Perry and I immediately saw that something was wrong. Our father was
as white as a sheet! Perry and I glanced at eachother and once again we
thought the same thing. Did he know?

"Thank God you guys are safe! I was worrying myself sick all afternoon!
Where were you? I gave each of you a call on your mobile phones and both or
you didn't answer!"

We both knew what we were doing, but fuck knows, we couldn't tell him that!

"Dad, what wrong, why were you worried?" Perry asked.

"You mean you haven't heard?" our Dad asked with a frown.

"Heard what?"

"Rachel was killed this afternoon!"

**********************************

As we left the church I had a feeling of numbness in my legs. I honestly
couldn't get my legs to move one foot infront of the other. Dad and Perry
had to keep me upright until we reached the car. As we drove away, I took
one more look at the church. This was it, Rachel was gone forever. I had
hated her for what she had done, but still, Perry and I had known her
almost our whole lives. Images of us playing in kindergarden, in our
backyard and ofcourse images from when we were a couple came flashing back
to me and no matter how hard Perry or Dad had tried to cheer me up, I
wasn't up to talking or being friendly to anyone. All in all, I felt like
fucking shit. Since that afternoon our father told us that Rachel had been
murdered, I constantly wondered who would've done that to her. She was very
popular, and everyone liked her, that was part of the reason why I didn't
believe Perry at first when he told me that she was cheating on me. From
that night on, I had slept alone in the livingroom each night, as I wasn't
in the mood for Perry or Dad. My schoolwork wasn't what it should have been
as I stayed at home ever since I heard about Rachel's death. My incest
relationship with Perry was the last thing that I wanted to think about.

That afternoon after the funaral I was getting the couch ready by putting
me pillows and blankets on it, and then getting on the couch myself. I
reached up to pull the covers over me when I felt an hand on my shoulder. I
looked to my left to see Perry there, starting at me. I layed down and
refused to look at him. He sat down on the floor and brushed away the hair
on my forehead, leaving his hand to linger for a moment, before resting on
my shoulder.

"I still love you, you know."

I kept silent. What the fuck was this?

"Why won't you talk to me? I know what happened to Rachel was bad, but..."

I slienced him with one look.

"What a great time to tell me this. On the fucking day that she was buried!
Fuck knows what you hope to achieve by this, Perry. What, did you think im
gonna open my legs and tell you to fuck me? Come on, what are you waiting
for? Fuck me, like a brother should!"

Perry stood up and walked out of the livingroom. I wanted to lie back down,
when I saw the face of my father staring at me from the study.

"You come back here, Perry."

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

This was it. Now our father knew of me and Perry.

That we fucked.

That we love eachother.

All because I couldn't keep my fucking mouth shut.

"Did I hear correctly? Have you two been having sex? Ricardo? Perry?"

We could have denied it. We could have said that he we kidding around, but
for the fact that we couldn't look at eachother or at Dad. That gave us
away. In my case I was too ashamed and too humilated. Perry was just too
scared, I guess. I could feel him shaking next to me. What the hell did I
get us into?

"Well, I suppose we'll have to sit here all day, but you two are going to
tell me what is going on here. On the other hand, I think it's all plain
simple. My two boys are having sex with eachother. What the fuck were you
two thinking? Not only are you both fucking boys, but, incase you hadn't
noticed it after fourteen years, you are brothers! I can't believe you two!
I didn't raise you to do this!"

"Dad, we love eachother," Perry said quietly.

"What? Well that explains it, doesn't it? So you loving eachother, gives
you two full right having sex?"

"Dad, please! He was sad when Rachel was cheating on him, so he was like
real mad and then..."

"Would you two please just...go to your room. I can't deal with this right
now. Yeah, you too, Ricardo!"

Perry and I stepped into our room and slammed the door shut hard.

"Fuck, what the hell do we do now?" he said.

I went to sit on my bed and took a deep breath. Perry looked at me as if I
was mad.

"Are you just going to sit there? Ricardo, we're in deep shit here! Dad
knows! He knows!"

Still no remark, emotion or movement from me. Perry was pacing up and down
the room as if his world was coming to an end. He was sweating and talking
to himself furiously. The next thing I knew Perry was taking a suitcase
from his cupboard and was throwing his clothes into it as quick as he
could. That brought me out of my slumber; I mean what the fuck was he
doing?

"Perry, what's with the suitcase?"

"Hello? Dad's going to kick us out, man! You think we can go to Aunt Finah?
No, he will find out, no, oh my fuck, where will we go? Ricardo, man why
did we do this? Oh, fuck! Shit, man!"

He was in a sort of hysteric trance and I took him into my arms. He was
shaking like mad and he started to pull away from me. I determindly pulled
him closer and held on to him tightly. It took some time, but he eventually
started to calm down and putting his head on my chest. I could feel my
shirt getting wet with his tears. I took his face into my hands and kissed
him lightly on his forehead. He looked at me through his tears and then he
pulled me into a fierce hug. We hugged for a minute or so when he pulled
away slowly.

"Oh, Ricardo. What are we going to do? We have no where to go."

"Perry, listen to me. If Dad kicks us out, we will manage somehow. It won't
be easy, but we love eachother, yeah? Im sorry that I have been such a dick
lately; it's just such a shock of Rachel's death. She was my first love. I
thought once that I would love her forever, maybe marry her. But now I know
that I fell inlove with a lovely, sexy guy who just happens to be my
brother. Our love will keep us going."

Suddenly the door opened. Perry and I looked at our Dad standing in the
doorway, looking straight at us. He sighed and he showed us to sit on our
beds. As Perry sat down on his bed, I decided to prove my love to him by
sitting next to him, and taking his hand in mine, looking defiantly at our
Dad. He gave us one look before he stood up and sat between us, forcing us
apart.

"Firstly, I want you guys to know that I love each of you very much. You
two are my children. That will never change. Secondly, I can't say that I
approve of this...well this thing that's going on between the two of
you. You are brothers and family. Sex should never happen between family
members. Then again, you can't ever choose with who you fall in love
with. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but from what I heard, this isn't just
some...cheap sex thing between you two. From what I just heard, you guys
really love eachother. Now I know that you two are only fourteen years
old. You have your whole lives ahead of you. There may come a time where
you will both realise that this was sheer madness, or you may love
eachother still after many years. I don't know what will happen in the
future, but for now...I have decided to let you guys carry on with
this. Like I said, this may fade out, or it may last. I want to give you
the chance to discover and explore this...eh...relationship between you
two."

"You mean...you are not throwing us out?"

"Perry, I will never do that! Never in a million years! How could you guys
ever think that?"

Perry and I looked at eachother and then we both jumped on our dad out of
sheer happiness. We loved him and he was making this huge sacrifice, one of
thousands that he had already, because he loved us.

"Just another thing. If you two could just not...kiss infront of me for the
next few days, I would appreciate it. Nothing major, but I need to get used
to this kind of behaviour between you. Well, come and help me with dinner."

We had a great time. And an even greater Dad. Shit, I knew of a lot of
people that would have disowned and thrown their kids out of their home for
being gay, even worse if it were brothers. Dad was great. Perry and I told
Dad to relax and then he and I washed the dishes. We didn't once let our
hands touch or let out some sign of our love. After that we watched some TV
and just chilled. When it got late, Dad told us he was going to bed.

"Be sure to switch the lights off and clean up here. Goodnight. Oh, and if
you were planning to do something sexual tonight, please keep it down. Im
still not sure about allowing you to do this, but I trust you and I love
you. Night again."

It was with true love in our eyes that we wished our Dad a good night as
well before relaxing against the couch once more. I sat with my arm around
Perry as he leaned against my chest. I decided to surprise him and I put my
hand inside his pants, touching his cock. Perry gasped out loud as I put my
hand inside his boxers and stroked his bare cock. He put his hand
underneath my shirt and rubbed my nipples and I had to put my fist into my
mouth as he sucked my left and then my right nipple into his mouth. I
lifted my hand from his cock and put it around his neck. He lifted his head
up and we kissed, our inner souls making contact and our love shining like
a golden fleece around us. Suddenly I pulled back. Perry looked at me
questioningly as I stood up and ran my fingers through my hair with sweat
running down my face.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you...?"

"No, Perry no. Not you. Rachel."

It came at the most strangest moment. As I kissed Perry, it reminded me of
the one and only time that Rachel and I came so close to making love. Why
the fuck now?

"Im sorry, bro. I can't get her out of my head. She's all I could think of
this past week. Perry, I love you and you know that, but I can't do this,
not tonight. God, Perry don't cry, please!"

I knelt down beside him and kissed his face and neck as he cried. Once
again, Rachel's face sprung up into my mind. I stood up, so fucking
frustrated; I mean she was dead for heaven's sake!

Perry pulled me close. He grabbed me like he had never before and held on
to me as if his life depended on it.

"I love you, I love you," he told me over and over and over.

"Perry, im sorry if I hurt you. You will never lose me. Never. I will never
let you go."

"But Rachel..." he cried.

"Fucking forget Rachel! I love you and only you. Nothing will change that."

Perry looked up at me and wiped his tears. His mood had changed so quickly
that it actually frightned me.

"How will I ever forget that I killed Rachel?" Perry asked.

No.

Perry could not have killed Rachel.

He could not have.

And yet there he was, telling me that he did.

This had to some kind of a sick joke.

"Perry, please you don't need to do this. We both know that you didn't kill
Rachel. Stop this now."

Perry kept looking down. His hands were laced into eachother and he was
clenching it hard. I sat next to him and took his face in my hands. I
kissed his lips and pulled him into a hug.

"I love you for caring about me that much, but I know that you didn't kill
Rachel. Where is all this coming from?"

"Ricardo, I did kill her. I killed her. Believe me. I didn't want to, but I
did. Im not kidding, you think I would sit here and fuck myself up about
something I didn't do?"

I became shit scared. Perry was kidding, right? Yeah, he was kidding. HE
FUCKING HAD TO BE...

"Remember that day she came over to us in the cafeteria and spoke to us?
You said that she implied you would like to suck that Kyle's cock. You were
so freaked out about that, I went over to Rachel's house. I just wanted to
talk to her and try and find out if she did know something. She was very
flirtatious with me that afternoon and I knew that she was sceaming
something. When I didn't want to touch her or flirt back she said that I
was a faggot, just like my brother. That was her words. She knew about us,
Ricardo. She saw us from her bedroom window, she saw us kissing, making
love, everything. And she also told me that she was going to make it public
to everyone that we were brothers aswell as lovers, oh Ricardo, I couldn't
let her do that! I love you too much; I don't want anyone to ever harm
you. I know that sounds so clich�, but it's true. So I came home, took
Dad's gun from his safe, went back to Rachel and I shot her. I had no
choice. She would have distroyed you. Please, Ricardo! I had no choice!"

While he was talking, all of it started to make sence. Perry was never sad
about hearing that Rachel was dead. He was cool about the news, took it in
his stride, and rather than him being upset about a girl that we have known
ever since kindergarden, he always tried to cheer me up. I remember him now
not even being shocked in the least as our father told us that Rachel had
been shot. He obviously had known it long before. And I didn't see it; I
was beating myself up and blaming myself for her death. Then I remembered
the letter.

"You wanna tell me not only did you kill Rachel, but you wrote that letter
aswell?"

"Bro, what else could I do? After I...did what I did, I went to her
computer and I typed a note so that it looked like Rachel had planned
everything."

"Perry, it wasn't nessasary to kill her."

"Ricardo lets get something straight here and now. Not only are you my
brother, but you're the guy that I want to spend the rest of my life
with. I really don't know if brothers can get married, but if they can I
would like nothing more or better than to be your husband one day. And im
suppose to just allow this tramp to distroy everything that we had built
between us? What do you think Dad would have done should he have found out
about us through Rachel? Shit, man he would have sent us to a fucking rehab
centre or something! You want that?"

"Perry, I love you more than life itself, but this will stay with you for
the rest of your life. You killed another person. Even if Rachel was evil,
I doubt that her parents were, I mean you saw them at the funaral. They
were heartbroken. And you did that to their girl."

"Fine. I did for you, but if you are going to preach to me all the time, im
leaving. I mean it, Ricardo. I will leave and you will never see me again."

"Perry, what has gotten into you? You never used to be like this!"

"Yeah, well I did what I had to to protect you, because I will do anything
for you. I will even die in your place should I ever have to. When I say I
love you, bro, I mean every single word of it."

"You think I don't? I love you just as much but you don't see me going
around killing people to prove it!"

"Are you going to tell Dad?"

"Ofcourse not! But what if someone finds out that it was you? Perry, you
could go to jail!"

"If that's the price I have to pay to see you happy, I'll gladly do it. I
love you so much, it hurts. Come here."

I slowly stood up as Perry wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his
fingers glide over my back and resting at my waist, before he kissed my
neck. I moaned as he showed his love to me at full strength. And I
realized, this guy really, really loves me. I knew I had to stop this at
once because, I knew that although we were in love, until now, I didn't
think one moment of actually committing to him as a hole and marrying
him. I was devistated. I never knew that I would feel this way. As he made
love to my neck, I thought about the future. I thought about having a kid
of my own one day. If I marry my own brother, I will never have that with
him. Is it even possible to marry a sibling? So many questions blasted
through my mind as I thought this over and over. So what the hell were we
doing this for? If it will someday means to an end, why am I in an incest
relationship with my brother? I pulled away and that left him confused. I
turned around and walked out of the house. I needed some space to think.

My God, Perry had killed Rachel.

He did it to stop her from telling everyone that we were gay.

He did it because he really fucking does love me.

I wandered around for what seemed like hours, trying to clear me head and
make sence of it all. For the first time I knew that should Perry and I
make our relationship public, that no one, but no one would ever give us a
chance at anything. This was pure fucking incest, and it would always be. I
returned home just before it got dark and went into our room, where I found
Perry at his computer.

"Bro lets go for a walk, we need to chat."

He immediately stood up, switched off his PC and followed me. I directed
the route and when I saw that we were at the park, I stopped as no one
would ever bother us here. We had some to this park all our lives. When he
were five, Dad used to bring us here and Perry and I would always make
turns to swing eachother on the swings. As I went to sit on one of then, he
quietly stood behind me and held me at my shoulders. I let him do this, as
it was starting to get dark. He ever so slowly started to swing me and
suddenly all these fucking good memories of our childhood came back to me
once more. When I hurt my leg and Perry had kissed it better. When he fell
out of the tree and landed right on top of me. I felt Perry put his hands
around my neck and he softly kissed my head. He came around so that he was
facing my front, and he sat in my lap. When he put his head on my shoulder,
the tears just came flooding out from my inner being. I really loved my
brother and I didn't want him to go through all this. I knew that it was
only a matter of time before someone found out that Perry was the one who
had killed Rachel. So we sat there, Perry in my lap with our arms around
eachother, each of us knowing that our love would overcome anything on this
Earth. But know I started to wonder if we didn't aim a little too high this
time. Rachel was still hurting us, even from the grave. Perry gave me a
kiss and our tougues found eachother once more. He ran his fingers through
my hair and started to kiss my neck. I rubbed his strong stomach underneath
his shirt and kissed his chest. After a while, he stood up.

"Let's go home, my love."

�It had never crossed my mind that we never got to the talking. What we
juist did, meant a lot more than thousand words could ever be. And no
matter what waited for us in the future, we would be together forever.

Just as we reached home, I had made my decision.

"Perry, I can't let you do this. Im going to tell the police that I killed
Rachel and no one is going to stop me.

Fifteen years on from the last scenes.

 As the gates swung open I breathed a sigh of relief. It was great to be in
public again. With a final nod to the security guard, I was off. As I
walked past the familiar buildings that I had come to know during my time
growing up, I could see that a lot had changed during the past fifteen
years. I waited patiently for the bus that would take me home while taking
my time in checking out my surroundings. It felt like I had never been
away. As the bus pulled up, I took a huge gulp of air and took my seat. I
had no idea what was waiting for me when I eventually reached home. God,
could I still call my home? I had no idea. Perry had brought the house from
our father.

The last fifteen years that I had spent in jail, was the most traumatic of
my life. I actually had received twenty-five years, but through my good
behaviour, I was allowed to be released on parole. The memories came
flashing back as we rode past the familiar buildings and shops aswell as
the old park that was so special between Perry and me and would forever
hold a place in our hearts.

Perry.

The day that I decided to go to the police and confess that it was me and
not Perry who had killed Rachel I could vividly remember. Perry had to be
restricted in the court when they had sentenced me. On the day that I had
to go, he didn't want to speak to me. My own brother turned his back on
me. When my father first came to visit me in prison, he told that Perry
never wanted to see me again. It was Dad who demanded that I come back home
after my release. The bus had finally stopped and I climbed off, only to
see our old house, or what was left of it as I remembered it. There was
nothing that reminded me that this was infact the house I had grew up in,
it was another colour, and as far as I could see, their was another two
windows that wasn't there when I had to leave. The last time I spoke to my
father on the phone, he said that Perry had gotten married and that he had
a little boy called Carry. I wanted to turn around and maybe go and stay in
a hotel, when the door opened. I turned around to see a little boy, with
blond hair and a toy car in his hand, staring right at me. I couldn't help
it. My mouth dropped open. The boy was the spitting image of Perry. I had
to do a couble take because it was like looking at Perry himself. Suddenly
a woman appeared behind the boy; she had brown hair and was a medium height
and really beautiful. She stroked the boy's hair and then pushed him back
into the house. She wiped her hands on her apron and walked over to me.

"Hey, Ricardo, I presume?"

"Eh...yeah, you are?"

"Oh, sorry! Im Celeste, Perry's wife. He told me that you were coming. Come
on in."

"Thanks. Is my dad here?"

"Oh yes, in the study I think."

I thanked Celeste and slowly made my way over to the study. Once again the
image of my father's face that afternoon he caught on that Perry and I were
having an incest relationship flashed through my mind. He was so hurt, so
disapointed and even though he said he didn't mind it I could see that it
bothered him. As I opened the door, butterflies invaded my stomach like
never before...

"Ricardo! My son, you are home!"

I hugged my father more tightly than I had ever before. I had really missed
him; the times that he came to visit me wasn't nearly enough. We embraced
for a long time before releasing eachother and just looking at eachother,
father to son. We embraced again and then he sat behind his desk. I moved
to the cabinet and poured drinks for him and me. He took it with a smile.

"So, how are you really?"

"Glad this whole ordeal is finally over. Thank you for coming to visit me
all those times. I really needed to hear a friendly voice."

"Ricardo, I know I've asked you before but..."

"No, Dad. They took really good care of me inside there. After the first
attempt, no one tried to rape me again. It was tough, but the mere thought
of Perry waitng for me here, kept me going."

"Perry told me the truth, you know."

"Oh Dad. I really wanted to tell you myself. I knew what had to be
done. Perry would never have survived in jail. When you told me he got
married I nearly committed suicide. I didn't want to live anymore. You
know, Perry hasn't spoken to me in all of the time that I was in
there. Dad, why did he do it? He loves me, I know it! Why did he get
married?"

"At the time he told me that Celeste was pregnant. Two weeks later he told
me that they were getting married. He never talked about your relationship
after that and I never mentioned it. Then Carry was born. I didn't have the
guts to tell you about Perry. Perry was really unhappy, Ricardo. He will
never admit it, but I know that he doesn't love Celeste. That look that he
gave you all those years ago, I never saw it once with Celeste. Ricardo,
when your brother comes home this evening, please, don't force him into
anything. After you went to jail, I heard him night after night crying in
his room after you left. He really loves you. I can see it."

I met Celeste in the living room when she offered me something to eat and
told me I could take a shower if I wanted to. I wondered if she somehow
knew about the real state of affairs. Would Perry have told her? I politely
declined the food and went upstairs to my old room. What a sight. Nothing,
and I mean, nothing had changed. Unbelievibly, it still looked the same as
when I left it fifteen years ago. I sat on my bed and looking around me I
could still picture me and Perry kissing and making love in this very room,
on this very bed... It was never sex, it was making love.

But it was all over now. Perry was married and he had a cute little
boy. Holy shit, I was an uncle now! I forgot about that! I quickly showered
and changed and went down to the living room. I sat down and switched on
the telly, but then I remembered that this house now belonged to Perry and
his wife, was I even allowed doing as I pleased here anymore? Celeste
seemed really nice and caring though; she was the perfect woman for
Perry. That was just it. She was the perfect woman...



I felt someone sitting down beside me. Carry looked up to me with those
beautiful blue eyes that so strongly resembled Perry. Those eyes traveled
all over me and came to rest to my face.

"Are you daddy's brother?" he asked.

"As a matter of fact I am. But please, just call me Ricardo, or Ric. Uncle
makes me feel old. And you're Carry, ofcourse. How old are you, young man?"

"Im seven. Daddy never said anything about a brother. Grandpa told me that
you're coming. Are you gonna stay here?"

"Well yes, only if it's alright with you."

"Sure! You wanna play Playstation?"

"Sure, buddy! You pick a game."

This was the first attempt to really get to know my little nephew and I was
surprised at how easy it was to actually talk to and getting to know
him. He reminded me so much of Perry from when we were growing up. It was
like being transported back to that time again. Suddenly I heard the front
door opening and Carry jumped up.

"Daddy! Come look who's here!"

I stood up and looked into the face of the only man other than my father I
had ever really loved. Perry's face was like a closed book though, he
showed no emotion whatsoever that he was either glad or that he hated that
fact that I was home. The past fifteen years had been kinder to him than to
me. At twenty-nine, Perry was real sexy. I had missed our teenage years,
being away, but Perry was georgeous. I could see that he still had a
fantastic body and I couldn't help to wonder if his nine inch cock as I
knew it had gotten larger. Perry hugged Carry and left the room without as
much as a word to me. I was devistated. I really thought that he would have
forgiven me after all this time. Carry ran to the kitchen as Celeste called
him, so I saw my chance and followed Perry up the stairs. I was somewhat
surpised to see him going into our father's room, but then I remembered
that this was now Perry's house and therefore he would get the master
bedroom. Perry was sitting on his bed, taking his shoes off when I came
in. He looked up, and I saw the tears in his eyes.

"Hey Perry. Glad to see you again. Fifteen years seems like a lifetime."



Total silence.

"I missed you, big brother."

"Don't call me that."

"What?"

"Fuck you! You stopped being my brother the day you decided to do what you
did! You could have kept quiet and nobody would have known! But no, you had
to play the hero!"

"Perry, I did it for you..."

"Don't give me that crap! You wanted out of our relationship from the
start. I once told you I would die before I would let anything happen to
you. Well, I might be alive, but my heart and soul is dead. Each and every
day I longed for you, missed you and wanted your arms around me! You fucked
me up so bad I got Celeste pregnant! I wanted to prove to myself that I
didn't need you to make me feel happy and inlove. But you know what? I
couldn't! Every second of every day I missed you and hated myself. I hated
myself for still loving you."

The tears were pouring freely from us both. When I decided to come forward
and say that I had killed Rachel, I never thought that I would tear me and
my darling brother apart like this. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him
and tell him that I would never leave him again.

But he was married with a little boy now.

"Perry, we have always been close, closer than any two brothers had ever
been. Don't do this to me know."

"Ricardo, im sorry. I think it would be better for us both if you just
found somewhere else to live. Please. For the sake of what we had."

I was shocked, but I understood. I didn't know how I could look at Celeste
and Perry being together anyway. I knew that he was right. I left Perry in
his room and went back down. Carry came to sit on my lap and we watched
some telly while Celeste was preparing dinner. As Perry came down he asked
Carry to help him with the washing and Carry simply told his father that he
wanted to sit with his uncle Ricardo. I saw Perry stiffen when he heard
that and he gave me a warning look. That night was rather pleasant as we
talked about nothing in general, just plain small talk. When we finished
desert, I went up to my room to get ready for the night. I had already
decided that I would look for another accomidation tomorrow. I was getting
out of the shower when I saw Perry sit on my bed. I walk over to him and
sat down beside him. Were sat there, silenced for a while when I spoke.

"This afternoon, this room brought back so, so many memories, Perry. We
grew up in this room."

"Yeah. We sure had a lot of fun in here."

We were silent for a moment when Perry slowly put his hand on mine. Having
his hand on mine for the first time in fifteen years made me shudder. I
looked at Perry nervously and I saw a tear making its way down his cheek. I
took him into my arms and held him while he cried sliently. I gently rubbed
his back while he sobbed. I took his face into my hands and kissed his
forehead, like I had done numerous times before.

"Im....so...so sorry."

"It's okay. I still love you."

"Oh Ricardo! Im such a fool. Here I was forcing myself to hate you when you
sacrificed yourself for me...I love you more than ever, my sweet bro. Kiss
me! Fucking kiss me NOW!"

Our lips were brought together and Big Bro and Little Bro were reunited
once more. The urgency of the kiss was electrifying as we nearly ate
eachother's faces. Perry and I were back together. Even after fifteen years
in jail, the flame of our love was still burning high.

"Daddy?"

Shit!



We broke the kiss, only to look at Carry, still holding his toy car,
standing in the doorway.

"God, no! Carry, come here!" Perry's voice echoed through my head.

Carry turned around and ran out of the room as fast as his little legs
possibly could. Perry dashed out after him leaving me sitting on the bed
feeling like shit. What the hell did I just do? A little seven year old boy
just saw his father kissing another man! Not just that, he knows that im
his father's brother! Oh my God! I ran after him and I saw him running
after Carry into the street.

"Perry!" I screamed as I realised that Perry could not see the black
Mercedes rapidly coming his way. The car was getting mighty close, but
Perry wasn't looking, he was too focused on Carry who was getting further
and further away from him. What the hell did I do?

"Perry watch out!"

The car missed Perry by inches and swerved bacause of the sudden
movement. Although Perry didn't hear my screaming, Carry sure did. Perry
fell down when he saw the car and when Carry turned around he must have
thought that his father had gotten run over by the Mercedes because he
started running towards his father, crying and screaming.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Carry was running back so fast that I caught up with him. I tried to grab
him, but he wriggled free and kept running to his father. He unfortunately
didn't see the Mercedes coming his way and I knew that I had to do
something. I started to run towards Carry.

"Carry, get out of the way!"

It was too late. The car came nearer, spinning out of control and towards
little Carry. He was too worried to see if his father was ok than to see
the car coming towards him. I tackled Carry out of the car's way and he
landed on his back. Perry looked up and ran towards his son. The Mercedes
spun around and took off. I managed to get the licence plate number in the
process and then made my way over to Perry and Carry. Perry was crying
hysterically and when I got there, I knew why. Carry was lying on the
ground and he didn't look like he was breathing.

"Ricardo, what the fuck are you doing here? Go call the ambulance! Come on,
get on with it! Carry? Carry, wake up please!"

I dashed into the house and got my mobile. Celeste was standing in the
living room and was crying silently. The wasn't sobbing, but she wasn't
moving either. She turned around and hugged me. I was flabbergasted, why
was she doing this? The whole entire accident had been my fault! If it
wasn't for me being here, Carry would never have seen Perry and me kissing
and therefore he wouldn't have run away. I let Celeste go and ran out to
Perry. He was still lying on the grass with Carry in his arms. I couldn't
go near them. I stood like a paralyzed being watching this scenario play up
infront of me. God, please. God, don't let Carry die!

Carry was admitted to the casualty ward and Perry and Celeste were in there
with him. I decided to go outside to get some fresh air. I had to blink the
tears away as I couldn't take it anymore. Just as Perry and I had gotten as
close as we weren't for fifteen years, this had to happen! Why was I always
doing stuff like this? I could have left it like it was years ago when
Perry had killed Rachel. Chances were that nobody would have found out that
it was him, but I had to step in and cover for him. If I hadn't gotten
together with Rachel in the first place none of this would have happened. I
wished I was dead. I went back home and found Dad in his study. He looked
up and saw my face. He stood up and gave me a big hug. I couldn't keep it
in longer and I started to cry my eyes out. I grabbed my father's shirt and
clung to his body like never before. I needed him now. I really needed him
now. I fell to my knees as I could no longer stand. My father kneeled
beside me took me into his arms. For that moment only I felt like little
Ricardo again. Just a little boy who needed his daddy's help and love. Dad
stroked my hair and I buried my face into his chest. He picked me up and
carried me up to my room. He put me down on my bed and covered me with the
blankets. He kissed my forehead and tucked me in just like he did years
ago. Here I was, twenty-nine years of age, and my father was tucking me
in. I fell asleep almost immediately.

As I woke up I felt a presence. I sat up and looked at Perry. When he saw
that I was awake, he leaned over and stroked my cheek. Then he leaned down
and kissed me on the lips. My tongue found his and danced the tango of love
once more. He put his hand behind me head and pushed me closer to him. I
let go of his lips and kissed him on the left side of his neck. I licked
his ear while grabbing a handful of his hair and found his mouth
again. Finally I let go and I looked into his eyes. It sparkled. Then I
pulled away and pulled the covers off me. He climed in with me and we
kissed passionatly once more. He licked his way down my chest before
finding my rock hard cock. He squeezed my love organ before deep throating
it at once. The quick manner of which he sucked me made me wanna cum right
then and there. Well when you haven't been sucked off for close to fifteen
years, you tend to fire fast when it happens again LOL. I groaned and
blasted his throat with my white, creamy seed. My love juice inside his
mouth, down his throat and into this stomach. I had become part of him
again. It was meant to be. He put my cock between his legs and squeezed the
last spill of cum before wiping it off and licking it off his fingers. He
kissed me again. After he sat up and sighed.

"Oh Ricardo. I've missed this so much. I wanted you all these years. I
can't imagine my life without you."

"Right back at you, bro. What's happening with Carry?"

"The doctor said that he will be fine. He has a couple of bruises and his
ancle is broken, but other than that he will be fine. He wouldn't have been
if it wasn't for you. You know, when your child gets injured your heart
stops beating. You feel as you want to share his or her pain, so I
apologize sincerely. You and I can't be more in love with eachother. Again
Im so sorry about what I said yesterday. I honestly didn't mean it. I feel
like I need to tell you this. One night, seven years after the aniversary
of the day that they took you away, I went to that club down the road. I
drank and drank until I couldn't anymore. This one girl offered me a ride
home. Once I got here, she helped me put me into bed and then I started to
cry. She sat with me and comforted me and before I knew it I had blabbed
the whole thing to her. About me killing Rachel and you taking the blame
for it. Relax; this girl im talking about is Celeste. Well obviously one
thing led to another and we had sex that night. A month or so later she
told me that she was pregnant and that she hadn't been with anyone else
except me. Well, what could I do? I married her later and when Carry was
born, I felt...I don't know...alive and great. But every time I looked at
Carry, I thought of you. The love we shared, the passion that we had
created with our bodies and the gentle touches here and there that we so
loved. Ricardo, I want to tell you this. I may be married to Celeste, but I
will never love her as much as I love you. I crave being with you every
single moment of every day and I want your heart to be merged with mine. I
love you and I'll always will."

Dad was in the kitchen as we eventually made our way down. He kissed us
both and then left for work. Perry's mobile rang and he went to answer
it. After he came back, he told us that we could go see Carry. I kissed him
and I went to take a shower. As we stepped into Carry's room I suddenly
turned away. It was my fault that this beautiful young boy was laying
here. Perry took my hand and led me to the bed. Perry kissed Carry's
forehead and the little boy started to wake up.

"Daddy..."

"Hey, my boy. Daddy's here. How are you feeling?"

"Im scared..."

"Why? You hurt somewhere?"

"No. Why were you kissing Uncle Ricardo?"

"Well, I kissed him because we love eachother."

"Oh! But you were kissing him like you kiss mommy..."

"Well, just forget about that for now. We'll speak about this when we get
back home. Now you just get better, yeah?"

Perry stroked his hair and kissed him again. After a while we left and went
to drink coffee at a little restaurant that we saw. As the waitress came to
collect our order, she winked at me. I decided to play the straight game
and winked back. Perry struggled not to laugh and when she had left, I felt
him put his hand on my knee.

"You can flirt all you like, my love, as long as you park your car at the
right garage, yeah?"

"I wouldn't dream of parking anywhere else, I don't wanna be arrested, now
do I?"

"I suppose I'd have to handcuff you and then read you your rights..."

"As long as you don't take me to jail immediately. I want to become one
with the crime that I had committed."

"I love you, Ricardo."

"I love you more."

I stood up and started walking to the bathroom. Halfway there I turned
around and winked at him. I waited in the cloakroom and it wasn't yet a
minute, when Perry came in aswell. He pushed me against the wall at once
and started to open my trousers. He stroked my cock through my boxers and
then he looked up at me.

"I want you inside me."

Like lightning he turned around and I put some of the soap lotion I found
on the counter on my firery cock. I pushed down his pants and my boxers and
pushed my cock into my brother, my lover. My balls slapped against his body
again and again, over and over until his body spasmed underneath me as he
shot his cum all over the bathroom floor. I wasn't far behind and I shot my
soul into his body, making us one with eachother. I kissed his back and
grinded my soft cock into him once more.

We loved eachother and I knew that no matter what happened, at least, that
this love between us two would last forever and would triumph over
anything. There was only one little problem.

HE WAS STILL MARRIED.

After he initial shock of discovering that Perry was not only married but
also had a child, I never thought that he and I would ever be as close that
we once were. It was a rollercoaster ride of emotions that took us to the
brink of being together again and now we were. Was it a scandal, being in
love with your brother? We certainly didn't think so. We were going at it
on a daily basis. Every day we would found somewhere in the house so that
we could be together. Whether it was in his bedroom, on the counter in the
kitchen or in the backyard under the trees, we were too much in love to not
show it to eachother in some way or another. We were just getting back from
the shower after making passionate love and we didn't notice that Carry was
watching us intently. We started to make out on the bed, until Perry turned
over so that he could lie on top of me and then he froze as he saw his son
looking at us. �Carry had tears in his eyes as he clearly could not
understand what was happening between his dad and his uncle. He was only
seven years old, but somehow...oh I don't know...somehow that didn't bother
me at all. I felt absalutely nothing finding Carry in the same room where
Perry and I had just kissed.

"What are you doing, Daddy?" that innocent little voice asked.

"Carry, please buddy. You must forget that you've seen this, okay? Daddy's
asking you nicely. Please keep this secret for Daddy, yeah? It will be our
little secret. Father and son, yeah?"

I could see that Carry was very scared and uncomfortible around his father
and it was me that created all this. Strangely I felt nothing. What the
fuck was wrong with me? Why didn't I feel anything? I stood up and walked
out of the room, leaving Carry with his father. They needed to be alone. I
went into my room and got dressed, doing a great deal of care with my hair
and clothes. I needed to be with my brother. We were in love and he would
never love that bitch Celeste as much as he loved me. He really should get
devorced so that we can be together. I thought that I would suggest it to
Perry. He would listen to me. I found my dad in his study and I sat down in
the chair across from him. He looked up.

"So what's on your mind, son?"

"Rather much, dad. I think that I should tell you that Perry and I are back
together. Aren't you glad? I know that's what you wanted all along!"

My father dropped his pen, but it didn't look like that he had noticed. He
stared at me in a funny way before standing up and sitting next to me,
putting his arm around my shoulder.

"Ricardo, you know that this is not possible. Perry and Celeste are married
and..."

"Oh, please! That marriage is a farce, to say the least! Perry told me
himself that he only married her because of Carry. And im also sick and
tried of finding him around everywhere everytime that I try to kiss my
brother!"

"Oh God, he hasn't seen you two together has he? Ricardo, what are you
talking about, you and your brother shouldn't be kissing, that is over now!
He is married!"

I started to feel my emotions rage inside of me and I decided then and
there that I had enough. You would expect that your father would at least
be on your side in a case like this.

"Know what, dad? Go and fuck yourself! Perry will be mine, now and
forever."

With that I walked out of the study, leaving my father gaping at me. Fuck
that, I didn't need him. I couldn't care less. I found Perry in the
livingroom watching telly. I sat down next to him and put my hand in
his. He swifty removed it. I looked at him questioningly.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Ric, come on. Not here, you know that's too dangerous."

"Danger from who? Celeste or Carry? Please, Perry even if Celeste do find
out what the fuck is she gonna do? Throw me out?"

"Ric, what has gotten into you? I don't know you like this! Incase you have
forgotten, Celeste knows that I really killed Rachel and not you. You want
to go back to jail?"

"Ofcourse not. Please understand that I love you so much and it kills me
not being able to show you that I do. Now that we have found eachother
again, you can devorce Celeste and we can..."

"Wait...backtrack! Who said anything about me getting a devorce?"

The sheer disbelief must have been as clear as daylight on my face as I
stared back at Perry.

"Perry, you told me that you only married Celeste because of me going to
jail. Now that im out...I thought..."

"You thought wrong, Ricardo! I love Celeste and Carry means the world to
me. Yes, I will never love anyone more than I love you, but think of
Carry. I can't do this to him now. He will never understand this, he's only
seven! Im sorry, bro. The price that you're asking I can never pay."

Everything felt weird around me. I had a splitting headache and I felt
quite dizzy. I had lost Perry. All because of my own doing.

"You know what, Perry? You can go find someone else to stick his dick in
you because this one is done with the likes of you. I've sacrifised
everything including fifteen years of my life for you and still that's not
enough. If you don't want me then ill go. Im not anyone's second best."

As I made my way up the stairs, it was like reality was hitting me for the
first time. What the hell had I just done? What made me say those horrible
things? Dad and Perry was right, this wasn't me. As I reached my room my
head still felt quite dizzy. I thought if I layed down, it would go away. I
closed my eyes and pleaded that the world should stop spinning infront of
my eyes. This was too much. My head felt like it was gonna explode!
Suddenly I became aware of someone staring at me from the doorway. It was
Carry. I felt this unnatural hatred for this little bastard infront of
me. Did I just think that? I stood up from the bed and I nearly came down
again as my headache was starting to get so fucking intence that I couldn't
stand anymore. Carry, the sweet little boy that he is, came to help his
Uncle Ricardo on the bed. While he was helping me, thoughts of guilt racked
my brain.� This sweet little guy, my nephew...

I screamed out loud. I couldn't stand the pain. It was too sore. I grabbed
Carry at his wrist. I could feel his young body stiffen. I pulled his face
to me and looked straight into his eyes. He was shit scared...and it turned
me on so fucking much. He wriggled free and tried to run for the door, but
I held him tight. I tossed my little nephew on the bed and then I got up to
lock the door. I turned around only to see Carry sobbing. As I came closer
to him, he climbed further up the bed.

"Daddy! Mummy! Help!"

For some reason his screams was like music in my ears. I got closer to him
on the bed and grabbed him and he dived away from me. Somehow this pissed
me off good and proper and I grabbed him. He was screaming and crying and I
pressed my hand over his mouth. While holding his tight with my right hand
I managed to get rid of his shirt with my left. He really started to sob
now and then I heard the knock at the door.

"Carry? Carry, open the door!"

Carry tried to answer his father but it pressed harder with my hand. This
was the block standing in my way for being with Perry and I was not letting
him go. Perry started to kick and punch at the door and I quickly grabbed
Carry. I heard Perry scream with effort and then the door was kicked open.

"Ricardo, what...what the hell are you doing?"

"You said that we can't be together because of this piece of shit so im
getting rid of him. Then we can be together forever, my love."

"You are fucking crazy! Give him here!"

Perry jumped on top of me so that his sheer force of his speed caught me
offguard. Carry fell out of my hands and he started running out of the
room, screaming and shouting.

"Little bastard!" I screamed and started running after him, but I was
quickly stopped by my Perry.

"You are never setting foot near me or my son ever again! You hear me? Know
I want you out of my house, right now."

The tone of voice in which he was speaking to me hurt me so fucking much
that I wanted to hurt, to hit, to even kill the reason that I had lost
Perry. The reason was called Carry.

"You are such a fag, "I said to Perry.

The next thing I knew I was flying into the wall of the bedroom. The hits
and blows to my stomach and face just didn't stop. It finally stopped when
I heard a female voice screaming.

"No love, you're gonna kill him!"

I fell on the ground with my head feeling like rubber. Perry's angry face
was the last thing that I saw before darkness overwhelmed me.

Four years on from the last scene

As I woke I felt the sunshine streaming onto my face. I struggled to open
my eyes as it felt really heavy. I wanted to move my arms to block the sun
out of my face, but it felt so heavy that I immediately gave up. I focused
my eyesight on my surroundings and I tried to sit up, but the massive pain
in my head made me sink back into the soft pillow. I surely didn't
recognize the room that I was in and I started to feel just a little shiver
as I couldn't think straight. My head trobbed. Just the simplest movements
made me feel so tired; I mean what the hell was going on? Where was I? As I
heard a sound at my right I quickly turned my face to see what it was...big
mistake as a sharp pain slashed through my brain. My eyes closed of their
own account and once again everything went black before them.

I felt a slight feeling against my face, moving down my cheek and and then
came to rest upon my lips. I wanted to open my eyes, but the harder I
tried, the less happened. I heard a voice, I knew that voice, I loved that
voice...I wanted to see the face of the person of who that face belonged
to! If only I could open my fucking eyes!

"Dad, look!"

"What?"

"I think he moved!"

"You sure, Carry?"

"Why the hell would I lie, dad? Im telling you, I saw his hand move!"

Once I heard that those two voices were speaking, a little voice in the
back of my mind told me that I had to give them some sign that I could
indeed hear them. I don't know why, but I so badly wanted to see those
voices! I had to give them a sign.

"Dad! Who's lying now? Look there!"

"God Almighty...Carry...he is moving his hand..."

"Yeah Dad, I told you. Shit, he is making a fist! Maybe he is waking up!"

"Ricardo? Ricardo, its Perry, can you hear me? Please...God
please...Ricardo! It's Perry, here; squeeze my hand if you can hear me!"

Ricardo. So that's what my name was...were they speaking to me? Then I felt
this warm feeling in my left hand...it was a heavenly feeling, almost like
when you are looking at the moon and wishing upon a star...wishing that
everything could be good and well again... I gathered all my strength and
I...

"Carry, oh my boy! He can hear us; look he is almost squeezing the blood
right out of my hand! Ricardo, bro, please just open your eyes, I love you
so much, please wake up!"

The voice that was speaking to me was telling me that it loved me...it felt
like this whole new world was opening infront of me. It was like the sweet
sunset, coming to rest after a long day's work, warm and comforting...I
needed to see this person.

"Ric! Oh thank God! Carry, look!"

At last the black curtains infront of my eyes evaporated and I stared into
two pairs of eyes, and they were equally staring at me. My headache was
gone and I could now fully focus on their faces, which shone of happyness
and pure love.

"Dad, why is he just staring at us like that?"

"I don't know, go call the doctor, please Carry."

I heard footsteps and then it was only that one face staring down at me.�
I was so confused but it felt like I have seen this person somewhere
before, I couldn't recall where, but I felt this incredible love for this
face staring at me.

"Ric? Can you hear me?"

I gently nodded my head up and down.

"Good. How are you feeling? Can you talk?"

I tried to open my mouth and to speak out, but all that came out was a sort
of gargling sound which was followed by a series of coughs that overwhelmed
me and my throat. I heard several footsteps once more and in came the
younger face that was staring at me before, followed by a stranger. I had
stopped coughing and I stared at the three people that were around me.

"Im sorry, but now that he is finally awake, we need to do some tests,
including a brain scan. I am going to have to ask you to leave until we are
done. We will let you know the minute we have any news."

The two people left the room and the third person came up to my bed and and
did something next to my arm that I couldn't make out. I started to feel a
tiredness creeping up inside of me and my eyes was starting to close, but I
fought against it, not wanting to slip into the darkness again. At last the
black overwhelmed me once more and I sighed out in defeat.

I opened my eyes again, and I adjusted my eyes to the light that was inside
the room. My eyes traveled across the room until it felt onto the face that
was staring at me earlier. I tried to smile as I was really happy to see
this person for some reason and I think I managed a small one because the
man smiled back. He took my hand into his and he softly kissed it while
looking at me the whole time.

"Ricardo, im so, so sorry about everything. I never meant for anything to
go this far. But I promise that from now on, I will never let anyone hurt
you ever again. They would have to kill me before I let that happen
again. Im just so glad that you're back with us."

Who was this guy that was saying all these nice things to me? Was he a
guardian angel? I felt safe with him for some reason, and it killed me not
knowing why. The man started to run his fingers through my hair and I
closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling. Before I knew it I fell asleep with
the knowledge that I was safe. My angel was there with me.

I felt a presence on my body as I opened my eyes again. I managed to look
down, feeling much better. My eyes traveled down my body and saw the nice
man, my angel, with his head on my shoulder. Without thinking about what I
was doing, I turned my head and kissed him on the top of his head. He
moaned as he we woke up from that kiss...and looked straight into my
eyes. It was like some light had just gone on inside of me, like everything
was suddenly crystal clear and there were no more confusion. The tears
started to roll down my cheeks as I looked into the face of the man who I
knew now was my darling brother.

"Perry..." I whispered horsely, tasting my tears along the way.

"Bro...You said my name...I love you so much. Don't you ever go away from
me again, you hear me! Never! And even if you do, Ill follow you. Im never
letting you go again!"

"Wh...What..." I started to ask but Perry put his finger on my lips and
shook his head.

"No, not now. Not until you're better. Then everything will be clearer
aswell. For now, you're just gonna rest. Im staying here, im not going
anywhere. "

In the days that past, I was feeling better by the day. I had started to
get some feeling back in my body and my speech had inproved
dramatically. Perry was by my side every single day, but the younger boy
that had been there when I had first opened my eyes, never came again. As
time got by I realised that I was in hospital, allthough no one would tell
me why, and I accepted it. Perry promised me that he and I would have a
talk when everything was over. I was sitting in my room, trying to read a
book, but I was having trouble in seeing the words as they swam infront of
my eyes. I heard someone knocking at the door and I looked up. For a moment
I couldn't quite place this man that was walking towards me with the
glimmer of tears in his eyes, but as he got closer I realised that it was
my father. I ran to him and we embraced eachother tightly, him crying
loudly as he held me. Father and son. As we let eachother go, he sat in a
chair opposite me and he asked me how I was doing.

"I feel fine, it's just that my vision is a bit blurry and sometimes I
still get those headaches, but other than that I feel fine. I just wish
that they would let me out of here so that I can go home."

"Yeah, it has been a long time."

"What? How long?" I stared at him, totally confused.

"Didn't...Perry tell you...?"

"No, not yet, but I know there is something that you two are keeping from
me! What is it, Dad? I want to know!"

My dad sighed and then took both of my hands into his. This was difficult
for him, that much I could see, but I really had the right to know what was
going on with my own life, didn't I?

"Ricardo, my boy. You have been in hospital for almost four years
now. And..."

"WHAT? How..."

"You had a brain tumor, Ricardo. The day that you fell into the coma, you
were rushed here immediately. The docters operated and they did everything
that they could and they removed a part of the tumor. After a few weeks
they finally removed the entire tumor, but what was so worrying was the
fact that you hadn't woken up in all that time. Days became months, months
became years and one year eventually became four. It got to the point where
the doctors suggested that we switch off your life support, but Perry and I
said no everytime. We had kept faith in that somehow, somewhere and
someday, you would come back to us."

As my father spoke, vivid images of that day came flashing back to me. Me
holding and undressing the young and innocent Carry, me locking him in the
room with me, me trying to...I shook my head but everything came back at
once, bright colours and thoughts running and rushing through my
mind. Perry kicking open the door, him punching me and... and then just
that big black hole that I dissapeared into. I looked at my father and I
hugged him again. Then I saw my brother Perry standing in the doorway of my
room looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"I see that everything is back to nornal, hey!" he laughed.

"Yeah, kinda," I said, smiling at him.

"I've brought someone to see you. I hope you don't mind?"

"No, ofcourse not. Who?"

As the boy made his way into my bedroom, bit by bit, I almost didn't
recognise him. The sheer feeling of what I did to this beautiful eleven
year old boy four years ago gripped my heart. I slowly made my way over to
him and took him into my arms.

"Im so sorry, Carry," I told him, with peace inside my head at last.

As I released Carry from my arms I took the chance to see how much he had
grown over the years. Gosh, can one little boy shoot up this much in four
years? I hugged him close to my chest again and once again all the
flashbacks from four years ago ripped through my heart. Did Carry remember
what I did? Even though he was only seven years old when it had happened, I
knew that some things stayed with children their whole life and they never
forget about it. I made a point of asking Perry about it later. Perry
grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into a hug and I melted into his
arms. This was like nothing had ever happened in all these years. Suddenly
it was like the fourteen year old Perry and Ricardo had never been
separated from eachother at all. I knew, as I deepened the embrace and
kissing his neck (hey I couldn't stop myself!), that Perry and I would
always be together, even if not in the capasity that I would like us to
be. He is my brother, and I loved him, and I knew that he loved me
back. Dad grabbed my shoulder and patted me on the back and signaled to me
that he was going down to the car. Perry and I were still hugging eachother
and to be honest, I could have stood in that position my whole life. There
was nothing more that I wanted than to be in his arms like this. After
everyone had left, he finally released me and looked into my eyes, his eyes
catching and holding mine. He brushed the access hair out of my face and
then put his arms around my neck. He kissed me with so much tenderness that
I couldn't help it... I had to pull back. Perry looked at me with this
utter confused look on his face and I turned away to face the window. Perry
came up to me and he kissed my shoulder softly. I turned around.

"Perry, why do you do that? You are married! You and Celeste are happy and
so you should be! Please don't make this more fucked up than it already
is. I want you and Celeste to have all the happyness in the world and you
two fully deserve it so why are you kissing me? Not that I mind, you know I
don't, but this can't happen anymore."

Perry took a step back and he sat on the bed. I sat beside him and I felt
him shaking. I looked at his face and he was crying. I could never handle
Perry crying and before I could stop myself my arms was around him,
stroking his back and running my hand through his hair. It kinda freaked me
out to see a grown man break down like this. I had missed so much of me and
Perry's adult years and like hell I was going to miss any more. Perry put
his face on my chest and gently placed his hand on my stomach.

"Ric...there is something that you should know. Celeste and I are
devorced. It happened a few months after you came to hospital. I was
spending every living second I had to be here with you, I even quit my job
so that I could stay here all day long, just incase you would wake up...and
she finally got tired of it and we had a devorce. Don't you look at me like
that! You think that im heartless? You thought I wouldn't be here? I never
gave up hope, Ric! Never! All those times the doctors said there was no
hope, that you will never wake up, that we must send you to a much better
place...I couldn't not be here when you woke up! I know that sounds hard to
believe but its true. I felt partly guilty for bashing you up that
day. I'ts just...I had to think of Carry. I now know that it was because of
the brain tumor that you did what you did and im sorry. Would you forgive
me?"

I held him closer to me, tears rolling down my face and I kissed the top of
his forehead.

"How can I not forgive you, Perry? We're brothers. We'll always be there
for eachother. Come on, let's go. Dad's probably already called the 911
evenr as we speak! "

I kissed him again and we walked out of the hospital room...a match made in
heaven.

When we finally got home I was astounded as nothing had changed in these
four years. I took my bag and went upstairs to my room. Yes, just as I
thought. Nothing changed. That's what I loved about my family, always the
element of surprise with them. I looked around me and saw Perry standing in
the doorway. Now why did this feel like dejavu? Perry came into our old
room and he opened the cupboard. My mouth fell open. Perry's stuff, his
clothes, belongings, everything was back in our room, just like it was so
many years ago. I ran to him and I kissed him with so much passion that I
thought I was going to pass out from the sheer speed of which my heart was
beating. For all I cared, my heart could jump out from my chest, as long as
it landed in Perry's soul. I loved him so much and as me made out he moaned
in my mouth. Our hands were all over eachother's bodies and things were
getting I bit too hot for me as my head started spinning. My pulled away
and fell to the ground, landing on my knees.

"Shit!" I heard Perry scream and immediately I felt his strong hands
picking me up and carrying me to the bed. I was layed down carefully and
then I felt Perry lying in the bed next to me. He pulled my head up to his
chest and put his arms around me.

"Get some sleep man. You're exhausted. I'll be here when you wake up."

I felt a kiss on the top of my head and the next thing I was in dreamland.

After I woke up later in the afternoon, me and Perry had a shower together
and, at least I, had to fight to keep away from that big nine incher that
was staring at me so deliciously. My dad had a warm BBQ going when we
emerged from the shower, and we sat by the fire and talked about nothing in
particular while Carry amused himself kicking a soccerball around the
area. We all had a good time that night; once again, it was like nothing
had ever been changed. It was getting kinda late and my father excused
himself, stating that he was tired. I had a bit of trouble to get used to
my dad's new lifestyle, but then again, he was not a spring chicken
anymore. Me and Perry both hugged him and we kissed him goodnight. After
that we sat in silence and just watched the flames burning into the night
sky as each of us sat with our own thoughts. I looked to my left felt a
hand in my knee. Perry watched me with those beautiful blue eyes of his. He
really should stop doing that...im totally helpless when I see them.

"We have to talk, bro."

"I know. Care of I go first?"

"Sure"

"I don't know quite where to start with this, but I gotta say that
this...this afternoon felt like I died and went to heaven. I...still love
you, Perry. I can't forget all that spark that we use to have, and before
this afternoon I was starting to think that I would never feel it
again. But when we kissed, my heart returned to its rightfull place. And I
never want to to leave again. I know its going to be difficult but in my
heart and in my soul I know that we can do this. I love you, Perry."

Perry stood up from his chair and came to sit on my lap. It would have been
ironic in other circunstances, two grown men, and the one sitting on the
others's lap. He curled his arms around my neck and ran his fingers through
my hair until it finally came to rest on my cheek.

"Oh Ric...You took the words right out of my mouth. I know that I was the
one to start all this kissing between us all those years ago after that
thing with Rachel. I've blamed myself all these years...I always thought
that I turned you gay. No, let me finish. Since I can remember, you have
been a part of my life. We are only ten months apart and if life was this
beautiful, then I want to spend it with you, every second. Oh and by the
way, I have told Carry about me and you. I don't think he really fully
understands it yet, but he will in due time. He still loves his mother and
I never do anything to bad mouth her, but all in all, we never should have
married. I lied in that church on my wedding day because I couldn't stop
thinking about you. I hated myself for still loving you."

I leaned into him and I kissed him, putting all my love and soul into my
brother. In the moonlight shining down on us nothing could stop this great
love that we shared. Perry climbed off my lap and kneeled down infront of
me...ON ONE LEG...

What the hell...was he going to do what I think he was...?

Perry saw that I was totally freaked out and he laughed.

"Don't worry bro! It's not what you think! Chill!"

I smiled back at him, a little relieved. He took my hand and once again
looked at me with those eyes that completely warmed my face and my
heart. He kissed my hand and then he looked up.

"Ricardo, would you make me the happiest man alive, and be my boyfriend?"

I sat there, hearing what he had asked but it was like it didn't quite
register in my brain. My smile deepened and my heart opened its doors to
receive my brother's angelic proposal.

"Yes, with all of my being! Yes, take all of me! Everything that you have
to give...im yours. I love you."

If someone would be happening to look at the back yard of their home they
would see two men that had given eachother every being of their existance
as they were closer than any two brothers should ever be...and they loved
every moment of it...and eachother.

I opened my eyes the next morning, only to stare into those of Perry. I
felt so alive and passionate for living. This is what I have always
wanted. Perry stirred having felt me move on the bed and he softly moaned
my name. I ran my fingers through his hair and and kissed him on the
forehead. Believe me; no one can survive my morning breath. He moaned once
more and rolled over to my side, his eyes still closed and with his arms
stretched out to me. I took him into my arms and held him in my loving
embrace. I felt his hands travel down to its rightful place. He grabbed my
cock and gave it a squeeze. I groaned with lust and love and I glided my
hands down his back. I pressed my cheek against his and he began wanking me
off. His hands felt like velvet on my steel hard cock. He grabbed my cock
in the middle and in keeping it there, he push the head onto his chest and
held it there. After a while he started rubbing my cockhead onto his chest,
up and down, up and down. He bent down and took my head inti his warm, wet
mouth and gave it a few sucks. I swear, I almost passed out from exhaustion
and all the emotions that were running through me in that point ans
time. After that he took it out of his mouth and rubbed the wet, glossy
head onto his chest once more. He wiped my head in circles n his chest and
before I could say or do anything, that tingling feeling in the middle of
my cum filled balls was just too fucking much and I spurted my lvoe juice
onto his chest. It just kept coming, kept coming, spilling over his chest
and his face. I crawled up to him and kissed all my cum away from his face
and after that, gave him a passionate kiss, transfering my cum into his
loving mouth and into his being. I loved him so much and I wanted all of
mine to be his. After that he stood up quietly and stood behind me in the
bed. With a little smirk and turned around on my back. I wanted to see his
face. He grabbed the Vaseline on out nightstand and gave it to me. I opened
the little bottle and filled my hand with the slick petroleum jelly and
then applying it to his cock. His breathing was getting heavier as my hand
made the motions on is stiff nine incher, soon to be filling my inner
being. Just to tease him, I used two hands to spead the cold jelly onto his
cock and I smiled wickedly at him. I knew that if I kept this on any
longer, that he would cum. I finally released his cock and opened my legs
to give him access to the most private part of the human body. He came
closer and closer in he kissed me, fuck morning breath and all, while he
slowly pushed into me. He kept his cock there and while kissing me, he
slowly kissed my hair, my neck, and my cheeks and finally made his way back
to my mouth, filling it with his tongue. I couldn't get enough of his sweet
tongue and sucked on it like it was the last day on Earth. I felt him as he
began moving his bog cock in and out of my hole. His stiff pole in actually
inside of me! MY brother was fucking me! Perry moaned in my mouth and he
leaned over to my ear, nibbling lightly on it and then he whispered:

"I can feel you...im inside you...I love you..."

I pushed my face towards his in a passionate feeling to be near him. I
kissed him for the umpteeth time and moving my hips in rythym with his
thrusts. His cock was moving in and out me and in a blur while we kissed
and for the first time in all my life, I felt complete. Perry stood up and
fucked me harder, faster until I felt this torrent to warm, slimy, sticky,
gooey, delicious, brother cum being blown inside of me, never to be taken
away again. Perry fell on top of me and breathed against my neck, still
shaky from his powerfull orgasm. We layed like that for about ten minutes
before he got up.

"Ricardo, may we never be apart again. I want this...everyday for the rest
of my life. I don't think I can live without it now. I love you."

We hugged again, pressing out sweaty chests against eachother. We
eventually had to get out of bed but for the moment, that was just perfect.

I realised that in my 33 years of living, that I never had a job. That
sucked to know. I was in jail from age 14 to 29 and in a bluddy coma from
age 29 to 33. In a way, ym life was just beginning and the reality was that
I had no experience of the real world out there. Somehow I had to find a
job, because o was not going to be a parasite to my father or brother
forever. As Perry went to work and dropped Carry off at school, I found my
father in the study and I sat down.

"What's the matter, son?"

"Nothing really, but I was just thinking that sooner or later, preverbly
sooner, I have got to find a job. Im not qualified for anything! I didn't
even finish the 8th grade! How the hell am I going to find a job? Not to
mention that I have a criminal record, I mean who's going to employ me once
they know that I've been in jail?"

"Ricardo, I think that you need to go back to school. You need to finish
that before you can think about anything else."

"What? You mean...go back and in actually going back to school and doing
everything...Incase you haven't noticed, Dad, im 33 years old! They are
never going to agree to that!"

"You never know...maybe if we go and explain the circumstances to which you
couldn't complete school, im sure that they will at the very least, think
about it."

I thought about that for a while. Everything seemed so simple, except that
when the principal was going to ask me why I couldn't complete Highschool,
im going to have to say that I was sent to jail for killing Rachel, which
ofcourse, Perry did. I loved Perry too much, I not making him confess so
that I could finish school. That was the reason that I falsely confessed to
the murder in the first place all those years ago. I decided that I would
talk to Perry first to see what his point of view was on this.

Later in the day I decided that would go fetch Carry from school. I wanted
to spend as much time with him as possible as I still felt guilty as hell
for what I did. I know that everybody said it was the brain tumor that made
me almost rape him, but it was still me, Ricardo, who had done it. I could
never forgive myself for that. As I waited outside the school gates, I saw
Carry coming down the steps, talking a boy that looked his age. It didn't
bother me at first, but when Carry looked around and gave the boy a quick
hug, my mind was fully focused on the two boys. Carry turned around and saw
me and when he did, he blushed three shades of red. He looked back to the
boy, told him something that I couldn't make out and made his way over to
me. I carefully watched the boy that he left on the steps. Hey, im no
pervert nor am I a pedophile, but this little boy was damn cute. I averted
my eyes when Carry reached me.

"Hey Uncle Ric. What'cha doing here?"

"What does it look like im doing, sport? I came to take you home, safe and
sound. Is that one of your friends?" I asked, pointing my head in the
direction of the steps.

"Yeah, that's Gary. He is my very, very, best friend. My best friend in the
world."

As we walked home the told me all about his day and what they did. I was
glad that Carry finally seemed to trust me and he kinda surprised me when
he took my hand and held it as we came and crossed the road at the
intersection. He told me that he was going to try out for the soccer trials
and I said that I would come and watch him. As we came home, I fixed him a
sandwich and then went back to my room. I decided to take a nap. I must
have been out for a long time because I woke up from the feelign of soft
lips kissing and nuzzling my forehead. I opened my eyes only to see Perry
looking down at me and and then he kissed my nose.

"Hey baby. How you're doing?"

"Fine, now that you are here..." I whispered and embraced him, kissing his
shoulder and sighing deeply as he held me. As he let go, he sat on the bed
and pulled my closer to him, kissing me, searching and finding my tongue as
we melted into eachother.

"Listen, we're got to talk," I said as we released eachother.

"What about?"

"Dad suggested this morning that I go back to school."

"What's wrong with that? Oh! Yeah, the...eh...criminal record...Love, I
wanted to ask to this morning if you didn't want to come and work for
me. With us lying in bed for so long I was late as shit and didn't get the
chance to ask you. Don't worry, im not doing it because I feel sorry for
you or anything, you are my brother and I love you and we should be
together, every minute of every day. So, what do you say?"

"I'll say that you are the best brother in the whole world. Thank you so
much, bro. I really appreciated this."

Later in the evenning, Perry, Carry and me was watching TV when an
advertisment for Hugo Boss aftershave appeared on the screen. For some
reason, I averted my gaze to Carry. He was watching intently, with his eyes
big and his lips quivering. As the sexy figure of Jonathan Rhys Meyers came
on the screen in those sexy formal black clothes, I kept watching Carry. He
didn't move his eyes for a second. Soon after that Perry stood up and told
Carry that he had to go to bed. Carry gave me a kiss and a hug and left
with his father. As Perry came back he plopped himself next to me.

"Feels great, to be boyfriends, doesn't it?"

"Oh you have no idea...Maybe I gave you a little hint this morning of just
how good it really feels...?"

"A hint? I thought that was the whole answer..."

With that Perry put his hands behind my neck and pulled me closer as we
kissed. I couldn't get enough of him! He sighed.

"I tired as shit...want to hit the sack?"

"Im not tired yet, baby. Why don't you go, you've had a long day and no
afternoon sleep like I had. Go; ill be up in a minute."

I gave him a kiss and watched his slim figure as he walked up the stairs. I
sat and watched TV for a little while and almost fell asleep but then I
heard a noise at the top of the stairs. It was probably Perry coming to
check on me. God, I loved him so fucking much. It wasn't though. It was
Carry. As soon as I saw him standing there, looking at me, I got up and
walked over to him.

"Hey, little man. What are you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep. Can I sit with you, Uncle Ric?"

"Sure, buddy. So, is there something bothering you?"

Carry's lips started to shake and the opened his mouth to say something,
but nothing came out. I stroked his back. I had a feeling what he wanted to
tell me, but I wanted to hear it from him.

"I...Daddy told me that you and he...you guys are inlove?"

"Ehh...yeah buddy, we are. Why?"

"Is it wrong to love another boy, uncle Ric?"

The moment that Carry told me this, my mind was casted back to where me and
Perry had first discovered how we felt about eachother. We were so damn
confused, but then again we were at leart fourteen, Carry was only eleven.

"No, I don't suppose that it's wrong, allthough some people might disagree,
but why are you asking me this, buddy?"

Carry looked up at me and the tears were running from his eyes. I pulled
him towards me and in a little whisper, close to my ear he softly said:



"Im inlove with my friend Gary."

I knew it since I saw them this afternoon. That look between girl and boy,
or girl and girl or boy and boy was nothing more or less than pure love. I
knew first hand, because I used to stare that way at Perry too. Carry was
inlove with his best friend and he had asked me about it. I was sure that
he hadn't spoken to Perry, otherwise he would surely have told me about
it. Maybe he was scared that Perry wouldn't understand.

"Do you know how he feels about you?"

"I don't know...I have never actually said anything to him."

"And how do you feel about him?"

"I...can't explain it. I'ts like, when im not with him, im always thinking
about him or missing him or wishing that me and him could do something. The
other day I pretended that I didn't understand our homework so that I could
go his house and let him explain it to me. I just wanted to be near
him. Like I said, it's hard to explain."

My heart went out to this beautiful eleven year old boy, my nephew, who was
so confused already in his young life. First his uncle nearly rapes him,
then his parents get devorced, then he gets told that his dad in inlove
with his uncle and finally, he falls inlove with hs best friend. Quite
honesty, I didn'y know what to say to him. What if I give him the wrong
advice?

"Firstly, Carry, I want to tell you that as im not your father, I can't
give you advice on what and how to handle this. This is something that a
boy needs to talk over with his father. Secondly, having been in this kind
of situation myself is that you have to be very carefull to who you tell
this secret to. There are lots of people out there who just refuse to
understand that one man can love another. Therefore I want to warn you that
if Gary does not feel the same way about you, that he may tell your
classmates, and you don't want that. Think very carefully about this. But
right now, little man, you need to go to bed, otherwise your father will
kill me tomorrow morning!"

Carry hugged me again and he walked up to his room. I was still kinda
stunned by what he told me...it was the last thing that I would have
expected this morning.

Carry eventually told Perry about his feelings for Gary and the two of them
had a long talk about the things of life. I sat in the study with dad and
we talked about all the things that still awaited little Carry. His heart
will someday be broken; he will be hurt by others...that's just the way it
is when you're `different'. I can still remember the smile on Carry's face
when he brought Gary around to meet us, the way that he so proudly stood
there, with his arm around Gary. I struggled not to cry as all these
memories of me and Perry came back flashing infront of my eyes. This was
love. You can't ask for more than that.

It was two years later and Perry and I was still living together in our old
house. God knows, we will keep that house in our family for as long as
possible, but we will never, ever sell that house. Carry and Gary had been
in a relationship for over a year, because in the end, Carry was worried
for nothing. Gary was the one who had asked him to be his boyfriend. They
were so happy, happier than I have even seen Carry, who by now was slowly
but surely becoming a man.

As for Perry and I, well, we are still as much inlove as the first day
since we had discovered it. We will always be connected by blood but we
both know that we are connected by more than just genetics. We loved
eachother and we would forever be together. We had spoken to our father and
he had given us his blessing. Although we will never get married...it just
didn't feel right. We already knew how much we loved and meant to eachother
to let a simple piece of paper prove that. And as I layed next to my
brother in our double bed, our legs joining our cocks in simulation, as we
looked into eachother's eyes, feeling our cum on eachother's stomachs, we
both knew that it didn't get much better than that.

Thank you so much for reading. I really hope that you enjoyed this series.
Please let me know what to thought of it at larenzaprince@yahoo.com

Larenza xx