Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 03:03:40 -0800 (PST) From: Greg Schroeder Subject: 'Helping My Brother' by Greggie (M/t enema, incest, anal) I grew up in a rural part of Australia. My Dad couldn't afford to buy a farm of his own. He was a good worker which meant there were always farmers wanting him to mind their farms or help with the mustering. My brother Scott was six years older than me. We shared a bedroom but not much else. Scott barely tolerated his bratty kid brother and was positively mean when I trailed after him and his friends. Scott had a steady girlfriend, a good church girl who was saving herself for marriage. That made my big brother as horny as hell. One hot, summer's night during the school holidays Mum wae out line dancing at the country hall and Dad was away working. I was half asleep when Scott came into our room. He shook my leg until I was awake. "How old are you?" "Uh, 15". "You been rooted yet?" I flushed beet-red at 'root' which was the word older boys used when they meant having sex. "No-o". "Well", said big brother, "If I don't drain my balls right now I'm gonna burst". He stripped naked. His 7 inch uncut cock stuck out like a poker from its nest of black curly hair. I gulped at the sight of it. "You're not putting that thing in my mouth" I said, weakly. "What so you think I am?" Scott replied, insulted. "The only place Percy's going is up your bum". I was a bit of a wizard at maths at school but no way could I figure out how something that big could possibly fit inside something so small. "What's that disgusting smell? Did you just fart?" I tried to look innocent but failed. "Smells like a rat crawled up your hole and died". He grinned. "Come with me". Hey! This was cool. My big brother who I idolised actually wanted to do something with me. I got out of bed. I was buck naked because of the heat. "Don't bother putting your jammies on". We walked together to the bathroom. Scott looked through the cupboards. "Must be here somewhere. Mum used it when she was on that stupid diet. Ah! Here it is". He flourished a red bulb which he unscrewed and filled with water from the tap. Then he sat down on the covered toilet. "Over my lap, young man!" I did as I was told and then felt the tube on the bulb penetrate my bum-hole. "Ow!" "It's OK", Scott said, pumping water into my intestine. "I gotta go! I R-E-A-L-L-Y gotta go". "In a minute. All the water's inside you now. Just hold on to it". He gently removed the plastic tubing. It was quite peaceful lying across my brother's lap. The only thing spoiling it was the bloated feeling in my tummy. He rubbed my back. "Now you can go". I got off his lap and he made a bolt for the door. For the next few minutes I was very busy. Sometime later I returned to the bedroom. Scott reached beneath his bed and retrieved the jar of vaseline he used for wanking. Most nights I'd hear his bed-springs creak and see the movement of the sheet caused by his hand. "Kneel on my bed" he requested. Scott's hands parted my boy-mounds and he looked right inside the crease. "Strewth!" he marvelled, "A little pink bud". He penetrated me with a lubricated finger making my eyes water. "Man, you are s-o tight!" The finger was withdrawn and I felt the head of his vaseline-coated cock push against my virgin bung-hole. "Push down like you were birthing your twin". I ignored the scatological insult and somehow relaxed enough to allow him to wedge the bulbous head of his big dick up me. My sphincter hurt and I protested. Scott ignored me and pushed until his balls slapped against the cheeks of my bum. His fuck-pole swelled inside my chute. I felt his breath on the back of my neck. Then he began thrusting, long powerful strokes which knocked the breath out of me. "I'm gonna blow!" Scott shouted and I felt his spunk flood my rectum. My brother lay on top of me, panting. Then he pulled out. My ring muscle made a plopping sound. He tossed me a rag. "Clean yourself up". Afterwards, I lay on my side. "What do you think of rooting?" Scott asked. "Not much". "Hey!" he said, "It's better than wearing a hole in the mattress". Well I was sore for a few days but the more I thought about that intimate, obscene thing we'd done together the better I felt about it. After that I let Scott give me a root once a week. It was always lusty but when I was joined to my big brother in the most private way two males can ever be together, I felt complete. Two years later Mum had an affair with her line dance instructor. Dad took to the drink. Eventually, Scott married his sweetheart. In no time at all he'd knocked her up. The bun in her oven put her right off the idea of having marital relations. So, once a week, my brother comes over while our folks aree out and drains his balls up my bum. You'd think with all that rich protein being pumped into me I'd thrive. Instead, I remain the runt of the litter. Scott will be here any minute to give me another injection. I just wish his needle wasn't quite so big. (Comments welcome. Flames ignored. unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com)