Just The Beginning I
"...Of Something"
By Joey E

Well, here is my first attempt at writing an incest story. It's something I've always wanted to do, but never tried. This is actually a spin-off/continuation of my High School series, "Losing To Win" and involves the same characters. If you want to read about the events prior to this point, read that one before you read this one. A big thanks goes to Jake, who convinced me to write this story. It contains sexual acts between two brothers. If this is too much for you to take, then go elsewhere. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), then go elsewhere. All rights reserved. Unauthorized reproduction in ANY form is prohibited. This is a work of fiction.

Boy a lot of things can change in one school year. I had come out to myself within the last year, had my first boyfriend, and broke up with my first boyfriend. Though I accepted it myself, I told hardly anyone else except my best friend and my big brother, Matt.

Matt was totally supportive of me when I told him. Of course, there were some awkward moments, but overall, he took it in stride like he did everything else in his life. People often said we look alike. We were now basically the same height, with me being slightly taller than he was at 6'2". I was still a little lighter and less muscular than he was, but then again, I wasn't a slouch either. He weighed about 220lbs, and I weighed 210lbs. We both had buzzed brown hair and blue eyes.

We were always close, being there was only two years between us. I had this uncontrollable urge though to be as good or better than he was at mostly everything. I had to follow in his footsteps, which was not an easy thing to do. He was the first Richter boy to do everything and its no wonder why I was in constant competition with his track record.

Well, enough about that. He was moving back home from the university that was about an hour away from our house for the summer. To be honest, I did enjoy being the only kid in the house while he was away. But at the same time, I did miss the catches we always had, the games, just plain hanging out with my big bro. I couldn't make it to help him move out of his dorm, since I was still in school. But, as soon as I got home from baseball practice after school, he was there.

A big pile of his shit was in the living room, and he was in the process of taking some of it up to his room.

"Hey bro!" he shouted, excitedly as he saw me come in the front door. He dropped the Rubbermaid container and came over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and we hugged. God, he smelled good. I kissed him on the cheek to officially welcome him home. Not at all surprised, he kissed me back on my cheek and smiled at me.

"Dude, you're still fuckin' growin!" he exclaimed, laughing. "Fuck, pretty soon, you'll be bigger than me!"

"I already am taller than you, shortie," I joked, grinning like a little kid.

He grinned right back and said, "Yeah, well, I'm still bigger than you, squirt!"

"Yeah? You wanna wrestle?" I asked, totally enjoying having my big bro back home.

He chuckled and in two second flat, we were on the living room floor, trying to pin each other. We knocked something over, which caused our mom to come running down the steps.

"BOYS!" she screamed. We froze in our current position which was him on top of me and we both looked up at her, wondering what our fate was now.

She rolled her eyes at us and smiled. "You know the rules!" she said. He let go of me and we both got up, smiling.

"How was school, Matt?" she asked.

"All right, nothing new," I answered, vaguely, which I knew she hated.

She gave me a look of disapproval but said nothing. She knew I was winding down my senior year and I really didn't care at this point. Funny thing is, I was having the best quarter ever with grades. Go figure that one out.

"Yo, Steve. I was just on my way out the door to get together with some old buds for dinner. Did you wanna come along?" he asked.

His inviting me out was nothing unusual anymore.

"He can't Matty. He has to go over to Mrs. Trumball's and cut her grass like he said he would four days ago!"

"Oh, crap, Mom...."

"She called again, today, Matthew," my Mom said with that tone.

"Ah, it's all right, bud, I'll be home early. I gotta get this stuff unpacked. We can hang then," he said, smiling at me.

I blushed, unintentionally when he smiled at me. A warm, fuzzy feeling came over me which I cannot explain. There was something drastically wrong with the way I was feeling.

"Sure," I answered. My bro headed out the door and I headed up to my room.

Fuck, why after all this time was my bro having an affect on me? I mean, I just accepted the fact that I was gay this past year, and true, that one time with my bro at school when we jerked off together was hot. But, why after all this time, did these feelings finally surface? It made no sense to me.

I sat down, well, actually slumped down, on my bed and sighed. My hand went down to my crotch and casually adjusted my cock through my cargo shorts. In no time, he was rock hard. I stood up, closed and locked my door, and went back down on the bed. I stripped my shorts and boxers off and started stroking my cock. God, did it feel good. I needed to masturbate at least twice a day or else I would go crazy. So I started my daily after-school routine. Only this time, my fantasy was not a fantasy at all. It was a memory of what seemed to be so long ago, but in reality was only six years ago.....

I was twelve back then. I had just started to really grow in to a man. I was about 5'8" and about 140lbs. I was somewhat muscular, but not what I was now. I noticed some peach fuzz starting to grow around my balls about this time. My bro was about fourteen and he had already grown to be his height he is today. We weren't as close back then. I was his kid brother, getting in the way at times. But he always made time for me, and he was my hero. I wanted to be just like him.

I remember it like it was yesterday, the first time I saw my big bro hard and naked. I came home from school, and for some reason, my mom wasn't there.

While we were walking home from school, my best bud, Joe, and I were talking about sex. Apparently, it worked because both of us had raging hard ons in our shorts.

"Dude, I bet I know what you'll be doin' when you get home," he said, laughing.

I honestly didn't know. We were just in sixth grade and I had no idea what beating off was. I had heard about it, but I never really tried it.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He laughed again. "What? Tell me you don't jerk off, man."

I looked at him seriously, almost wishingly that he would show me. "No..."

"Fuck, yeah right!" he said. "I'll bet you fuckin' got your fuckin' dick in your hand the minute you walk through that door." To say the least, Joe was very outgoing and didn't give a shit about saying anything on the spur of the moment. He was a funny, small kid. Back then, he was like 4'10", maybe 90lbs if that, black hair, brown eyes, and, oh yeah, asian.

"Do you?" I asked.

"Hell yeah! I've been doing it for a while now. I fuckin can shoot loads too," he said.

"I never did that."

"Well, haven't you ever had a wet dream yet?" he asked.

"No," I answered. I knew what a wet dream was, at least.

"Well, I'm not gonna teach you how to beat off. But it's simple. You stroke your cock until you shoot."

I couldn't believe how open Joe was about this. Or the fact that we never spoke about this before. "That simple, eh?" I asked.

"Basically. There ain't nothin' like it."

We came to his house and stopped. "Well, I gotta go home and take care of this, man. And I advise you to do the same with yours," he said, smirking at me.

"Fuck you!" I joked back. I continued on my way home thinking about what he said. It was true, though. I was getting boners all the time and I was feeling a bit frustrated.

I ran up to my room and pulled down my shorts, exposing my little four inch boner to the air. I didn't know where to begin, but I just rubbed my palm against it, pressing up against myself. God it felt good. I then got an idea to try humping it against my bed, so I laid down on my stomach and started grinding it into the mattress. I let out a small moan.

"Yo, Stevie," I heard a deeper voice say from the doorway.

I froze and turned my head to look towards the doorway. There was my big bro, grinning. I didn't know where to turn or where to go. Shit, I couldn't believe the first time I tried this I was caught. Stupid stupid stupid!

"Shit," I muttered.

"So my little bro jerks off too, eh?" he asked, stepping inside my room. "Buddy at least close the door when you do that. Fuck, what if I was mom?"

"Fuck, Matt," I said. "I...I..."

"It's cool, I do it too. Hell, I've been doing it since I was five. Nothing wrong with it, Steve," he said, acting like it was no big deal.

"But, but....I don't know how...." I said, getting up off the bed and stuffing it back in my boxers.

"What?" he shouted. "You don't know how?"

"I've never tried it really," I said.

"How could you not?" he asked, laughing. "Don't you get hard?"

"Yeah, all the time now," I answered, not sure what was so humorous about this situation I was in.

"Well, don't you do anything to relieve it?" he asked, sitting down on my bed.

"It never occurred to me, Matt. Joe was telling me about how he jerked off, and he thought I was crazy when I asked him how he did it."

"Fuck, man, I can't believe it! All this time and I thought you were doing it."

"Well, who the fuck taught you?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I taught myself, bro! Not too hard to figure out. You just stroke it until you cum. Can you shoot loads yet?" he asked.

"I don't know, man. God, why'd you have to come home?"

"Bud, I've been home for the last half hour! Well, if you want me to leave you alone now, so you can try it, I will. But buddy, at least close the door while you try it. Mom could've walked in on you," he joked.

I laughed. My boner had all but subsided by this point. But I was still intrigued. And sure enough, it came right back up again. My bro looked down at it through my shorts and said, "Soon, you'll be as big as me."

I felt proud that he would say that to me. Matt was always supportive of me and always encouraging me. If I had a younger bro, I would try to be just like Matt to him. He got up and started for the door. I began to stroke myself through my shorts and he turned back around. He seemed to be having a conflict in his mind about something.

"Here, bro, you want me to show you how?" he asked, closing the door again.

My eyes lit up. Fuck, this was going to be hot. I couldn't believe that he would do this for me.

He chuckled and sat back down on the bed. "We're safe now. Mom had to go out and won't be back until late. Dad is working late tonight, so we're safe. Go ahead, man, whips yours out!"

When I didn't move, he said, "I'll whip mine out too." And he did. Damn, he was hard already. He pulled down his sweat shorts and his boxers in one motion. When he started to take his shirt off, I looked at him in wonder.

"I always like to be naked when I stroke, bro. Come on, buddy, join me."

Needing no more encouragement, I took off my t-shirt. I was mesmerized by my bro's body. Back then, I really didn't realize it was actually a sexual attraction. He had a smooth chest, nice pecs, nice abs. He looked at me through his blue eyes and grinned, his dimples showing in his cheeks. I was naked now and we were lying on my twin bed together.

He said nothing but grabbed his hardening cock, which looked enormous to me, and started working his hand up and down on it.

"Go ahead Stevie, try it, watch me," he said. I looked up at his face nad he was looking down at his cock.

I tried to mimic his motions. I couldn't fit a full fist around it.

"Just use your thumb and like two fingers, like this, bud," he said, demonstrating on his own cock.

I tried that and it seemed to work. I let out a groan. It felt so fantastic. God, what had I've been missing all these years!

"That's right, buddy. Just make it feel good," he said. I noticed he had moved his right hand down to his big hairy balls and started massaging them.

"I like to rub my balls too," he admitted.

I tried it and found I liked it too. All of sudden, and quite unexpectedly, I felt like I was going to explode.

"Go ahead, bro. Shoot it," he whispered.

That sent me over the top and I cried out as the first wave of the orgasm hit me. My whole body shuddered. I didn't know what was happening, but all I knew was that it felt so fuckin' fantastic.

"Yeah, buddy, yeah," he groaned as he continued to stroke his. "You wanna see me cum?"

"Shit, yeah," I whispered back. I was, after all, a curious kid.

"Here it cums," he said. He arched his back and shot this shit out of his dick. It was the most awesome sight. I had never seen porn before, so this was the first time I ever saw cum fly out of a dick. It went far too, past his right pec. Needless to say, I was impressed. His body kept shaking after he shot it too. He looked at me and smiled.

"And that, little bro, is how you jack off. You got anything to clean this shit off?"

I looked around my messy room and spotted an old t-shirt on the floor. I got up off the bed and threw it to him.

"So, uh how long will it be until I can shoot?"

He smiled at me and said, "Probably right around the corner, Stevie." He cleaned himself up and got dressed.

"Whew! That felt good," he said. "Now you know what to do."

"Oh yeah, I think I got the picture," I said, knowing I would try it again VERY soon.

"Yeah, it helps if you think about someone you'd like to fuck," he said.

"Yeah?"I asked. "Like who?"

"You know, chicks at school. I used to like to beat off thinking about Dawn," he said. "You know, the one in your grade, the short blonde chick?"

"Oh, yeah, she's hot!" I agreed. Something said that what just happened was hotter to me though. I put that thought aside though and got dressed myself.

Six years later, I sighed a breath of relief as I milked the last drops out of my cock. God, I had it bad for my bro. It was amazing how my ex Josh had brought up these old feelings again about Matt. I knew it was sort of weird and actually quite sick, but I couldn't help myself. I cleaned up my load and pulled up my shorts.

Which brings me to tell about Josh. My physics teacher (also my baseball coach) told me I needed to be tutored or else he would fail me. Enter Josh. Josh was the first guy that I ever fooled around with. He taught me a lot about myself and really opened my eyes. But my unwillingness to be more out about myself caused us to break up. We still talked, as I still saw him in school everyday. In the end, we were better off friends. He was the only one who could relate to what I was going through. He knew I had it bad for my bro. Which was another reason why he broke up with me. A little sexy guy, 5'6", 130lbs, blonde, blue-eyed, a total twink.

Until him I never noticed I was attracted, I mean really attracted to guys. I wasn't attracted to guys like me, I was attracted to the shorter, leaner ones. But for some reason, my bro, who was built exactly like me, was hot. Sometimes I thought I needed to be psycho-analyzed.

Dad came home and we ate dinner. Josh was coming over to help me study for physics as usual. I went upstairs and started my homework. I was interrupted by a call from downstairs not soon after telling me Josh was here.

"Hey, bud," I said to him as he appeared in my doorway.

"Hey, man," he said, smiling. God, he still looked good. Though we weren't going out anymore, we still occasionally fooled around every now and then. I was thoroughly pleased at how I had an affect on him as well. He was the school nerd before. I had elevated his status since then.

"You're bro home?" he asked, grinning.

"Yeah, but he left. He should be home soon, though."

Josh and Matt had never met. I showed him a picture of him once though and Josh literally drooled.

"Get that shit-eating grin off your face, bud," I said, laughing. "He's straight."

"Though you wish he wasn't," he said, laughing. He jumped up on my bed and plopped his backpack down along side of him.

"Well, there ain't anything I can do," I said, almost resigning.

"Dude," he said, lowering his voice, "he kissed you back..."

He was referring to the time that my bro and I fooled around about two months ago while I was visiting him at school. We were both drunk and I couldn't resist.

"Shut the fuck up," I said, smiling. "It's a lost cause I know. What can I do?"

"Well, now you know how I feel about you," he said.

I turned to him. He wasn't smiling. I knew exactly how he felt.

"I'm sorry, bud," I said, softly.

He looked away and said, "It's cool. Besides, I'm dating someone now."

"True. Well, we should get to physics!"

We hit the books and everything was going along fine until there was a knock on my bedroom door.

"Yo," he said, cooly.

I smiled up at him and said, "What's up?"

"Nothin, just got back from dinner. You doing anything tonight?" he asked.

"Well, aside from studying, not really. Oh, by the way Matt, this is Josh. Josh this is Matt."

Matt came over and shook hands with Josh. "Hey, buddy, heard a lot about you."

Josh blushed, as he usually did when he was nervous. "Hey, Matt. I've heard about you too."

"Well, I didn't mean to interrupt, I'll just be sorting through all my shit in my room. If you wanna do something later, drop by," he said and then left.

Josh looked at me and whispered, "Fuck, man, he's hot!"

I shook my head yes.

"Wow," Josh whispered. "Damn!"

I laughed. "Settle down, there, boy."

"Now I know why you feel the way you do," he exclaimed. I looked down at his crotch and sure enough it was hard. Seeing that made me rock hard as well.

"Your mom home tonight?" I asked.

"No, she's working late, as usual why?"

"Well, being that you're in the same state as I am, bud, you wanna go and, well?"

He grinned his trademark grin again at me and said, "I thought you'd never ask. We done here?"

"Yep," I answered.

"Let's go," he said, packing up his books.

We were just about to walk out my bedroom when Matt walked by.

"Where you going?" he asked.

"Oh, we're going over to Josh's house to hang for a while," I answered. I looked over at Josh who was checking out Matt from head to toe. I punched him lightly in the shoulder to bring him back to reality.

"Dude, don't punch him," Matt said. "Hey, Josh, if my little bro gives you any shit, just come to me. He may be taller, but I can still take him."

Josh laughed. "I'll keep that in mind. Hey, you want to hang out with us?"

I shot a look over at Josh. If there was any appropriate time to punch him, it would've been now.

"Depends on what you're doing," he said.

"Nothing you'd be interested in," I answered, quickly.

"Huh?" he asked. Then a look of realization came over his face and he smiled. "Ah, no thanks. You two go have fun."

"All right, we're outta here," I said, grabbing Josh by the forearm, nearly yanking him out of my bedroom.

We walked out of my house and got into Josh's car.

"DUDE! Are you crazy? What the hell are you trying to do? Make us all feel awkward?" I yelled.

Josh laughed. "Hey, I just thought it would be nice to invite your brother along," he said. He started the car and pulled away from my house. As soon as we were out, I reached over and felt Josh's cock. We were not two seconds inside his house and we locked lips.

"I thought you said you were dating someone now," I said, as I broke the kiss.

"Yeah, so?" he asked, smiling, kissing me again.

"You fuckin' pig," I said, kissing him again.

And so, we made out, hugged, sucked, rimmed, and fucked like we usually did. It was awesome as usual.

I went back inside my house after Josh dropped me off to find my bro sprawled out on the couch, watchin' TV. My parents had already gone to bed. He was wearing a pair of Umbro shorts and a wife beater. Damn, he looked good. I shook my head to clear it again as I walked in. He sat up on the couch.

"Have fun?" Matt asked, grinning like a little kid.

"As always," I answered, sitting down next to him on the couch.

"My little bro, the homo," he softly said while grinning.

"Yeah, well," I said, embarrassed.

"Well, at least you're gettin' some."

"Huh?"

"Oh, Lauren and I broke up," he said, without any regrets.

"Aw, man, sorry to hear that."

"It's all right. She graduated and she was moving back home to California, so there was really no point in pursuing anything."

"That sucks," I remarked.

"Nah, she has a whole new life ahead of her. Meanwhile, I still have two years to go." He was so wise.

"Well, then yeah, I guess I'm getting more than you now," I said, chuckling. "Well, buddy, I'm headin' to bed. Got school tomorrow."

"Cool, what are you doing after school tomorrow?"

"Oh we have a game. I'm pitching. You should come by and watch."

He smiled at me and said, "I'll be there!"

Well, I hope you enjoyed this part. I hope it works. More will come soon. Please send all comments to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com Thanks.

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High School        Chemistry
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College               The Boy Behind The Mask
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