Just The Beginning, Part II
"...Of Trying"
By Joey E

As usual with brand new series, I'm anxious to write. So here is the second installment of my incest bro/bro story, Just The Beginning. Just a side note, this is a sort-of sequel/continuation of my high school series, "Losing To Win". As usual, an advanced thanks to all who have responded. Special credit must be given to Jake, who helped me brainstorm the whole idea of this story. This story is a work of fiction. All rights reserved. No unauthorized duplication in any form is permitted without the writer's permission. If you are under 18 (or 21 in some areas), please leave now.

Well, it was certainly a big game today. We were playing against our rival high school, first of all. And for me, it was big because I was pitching. And my big bro would be there too. He hadn't seen me play in a game in over a year. Somehow, I made it through the school day, only thinking about the game.

I went into the locker room after school to change into my uniform. One of my buds, John, was there already. We were absolutely in sync on the field together. He caught all of the games I pitched. We played little league together too, and occasionally hung out.

"You ready, buddy?" he asked, stripping off his shorts and boxers.

I opened up my locker and started to undress myself. "Yeah, man. Been ready all day," I answered.

See this is where I was confused about my attraction to guys. I never really was aroused too much in the locker room. To me, it was just part of everyday life. So, luckily, my new developments in my personal life didn't affect me where they could have. Now, if Josh was changing in front of me, that would be a different story.

"Hey, my bro is gonna be watching the game today," I said.

"Shit, if Matt's there, you'd better pitch a good game," he said, patting me on the shoulder. He knew what a good ball player my bro was.

We put on the rest of our gear, and headed out to the field. We went through our warm ups together, and soon, it was game time. It was predicted a very close game, and i pitched a great first inning. I tried to see if my bro was out in the stands, but couldn't find him. I had two strikeouts.

We were up to bat now, and I was just bullshitting with my teammates in the dugout.


"Yeah coach?" I asked.

"You're up to bat!" he commanded.

I ran out, put on my batting gloves, and donned the helmet. I scanned the stands again and finally found my bro, sitting there with Josh, surprisingly. Oh my, I thought to myself, what the hell is going on there? I looked out in the field and knew there was a runner on second.

I stepped up to the plate and took a deep breath. I could hear my bro cheering me on. I smiled and took my stance and then let the first pitch slide right by me.

"Ball!" the umpire yelled.

"Good eye," someone yelled from the stands.

I looked directly into the pitcher's eyes as he was getting ready to pitch. He let the ball go and that was it. I swung and made direct contact with the ball. It flew high and far out. I let go of the bat and started running towards first, never taking my eye off the ball I just hit. It kept going and going. I saw the center fielder leap up in a last effort to catch it, but it sailed over the top of his glove and out of the field. I raised my fists up in the air as I ran around the bases. The crowd was cheering (well, at least our side was). I drove in a run and scored one myself.

I went back down into the dugout, celebrating with my teammates, giving high-fives and all that shit. I shot a look over to the stands before I ducked to go in to the dug out and saw Josh and Matt. They both gave me a thumbs-up. I love this game!

Well, the final score was 6-2 with us winning, and giving me another win for my record. It was a fun game for us, having established the lead early in the game. I was taken out of the game after the sixth inning, but I didn't care. We cheered as we exited the dugout and went onto the field. I grabbed my bat bag and walked off the field over to where my private fan club was.

"Bro! Great game!" Matt said, shaking my hand. I pulled him in for a quick hug. I saw Josh standing to the side of him with another guy next to him. I high-fived Josh and gave him a hug as well.

"Yeah, great hit you had there," Josh remarked. "Oh, by the way, this is my friend Eric. Eric, this is the winning pitcher, Matt."

I shook his hand and was quite impressed at Josh's new "friend". He looked familiar to me. "Hey, bud how's it going?" I asked.

"Very well, thanks. Great game, man!" he said. "You play football too don't you?"

"Yeah. Oh wait! I know who you are. You play ball too for West, don't you?"


Just then, John came running up to us. "Hey, Edison we're going to go out to eat and then hang at Ben's if you want to join us. You too, Josh!"

"Ah, it's all right, dude. We just came by to check out the game," Josh said.

"Aw, all right, you better be there, Edison. And you too, Edison," he said, referring to both of us.

I looked at Matt, Matt looked at me, and we both grinned. "All right," I said, we'll be at Ben's tonight."

Matt and I left the field together, talking all about the games and the plays. We drove home together, being that I had the car and he didn't.

"Who brought you here?"

"Oh, mom dropped me off. She's expecting us home for dinner too," he said, smiling.

We got home, I showered and changed, and the family ate dinner together. Normal conversation. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of there though. After what seemed to be an eternity, Matt and I left.

It was almost too good to be true how we had a place to party after the games. Ben lived with his older brother, being that his parents were both deceased. His bro was very cool about it and had in fact played on the team when Matt was playing. We got to his house at around 9PM. For some reason, Mom and Dad didn't give me a hard time about when to be back. I suppose it was because Matt was with me.

The party was already happening when we got there. Usually, they weren't big ones....about maybe fifteen of us, but it became the thing to do after a game on a Friday night. We walked into the house and got down to business. Drinking. Matt was still underage, only being twenty. I grabbed two Buds out of the fridge and handed one over to my bro.

"Thanks. God this is weird. You think you guys know how to party, but after being at college, this ain't nothing!" he said, smiling.

"True," I said, having been to a few of his parties. "But this is the only thing we've got, so we make the most of it."

Soon, we were socializing. I was split up from Matt but surprisingly, when I went for the second drink, he was there at the fridge. By this time, I had a buzz going on and was thoroughly enjoying it.

"Hey, bro, what do you know about a chick named Melissa?" he asked, opening his bottle.

"Uh, she's hot," I said, laughing.

"Hell yeah. Well, she's been flirting with me all night, man. Is she legal?"

I laughed again and put my hand on shoulder. "Yes, she's a senior and she has a boyfriend..."

"Aw, shit, who is he?"

"She's dating Ben," I said.

"Aw, what the fuck?" he asked, still smiling. "I was hoping to get some tonight!"

"Yeah, well, good luck," I said. "I was hoping to get some tonight too, but unfortunately, my type isn't here."

He laughed. "You never know, bud. You never know."

We separated again. I was talking to John when my bro came up from behind with a beer in his hand and a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Yo, buddy, got this especially for you!" he said, handing me the bottle.

I smiled back and took it. I took a big gulp of it and smiled.

"Good bro, here's to getting trashed," he said, lifting up his bottle. John and I both raised our bottles and all three of us clinked them together.

"So, what happened with Melissa?" I asked.

"Oh, Ben came back," he said.

I laughed out loud and so did John.

The party continued on, as I got more and more wasted. I liked to move around at a party, talking to different people. My bro seemed to stay in the background, not wanting to overtake. He'd occasionally join me in a conversation here and there. By my fifth beer, I was wasted and decided I needed to sit down on the couch.

"Hey, Stevie!" my bro exclaimed as he sat down next to me and patted me on my bare leg. That, naturally, sent shivers up my spine. I closed my eyes and smiled. My guard was down again. I unknowingly was trying to press my hairy leg up to my bro's leg. I snapped back to reality though when Ben came into the room.

Ben was always a dickhead in my eye. He was one who picked on Josh before I took him under my wing. He never did like it when I brought Josh to his party. He looked down at me and said, "Pitched a great game today, buddy."

"Thanks," I said, not knowing what was going through his mind.

"Hey, Matt, haven't seen you in a long time! Wasn't expecting you here."

"Yeah, well, John sort of told me I needed to come, so here I am," Matt replied.

"Glad you could make it. So, Steve, where's your boyfriend Josh?" he asked, smiling.

I knew he was kidding around, because he never suspected me of being that way. But this was the type of kidding around I couldn't stand. Not so much as the inference of the gay reference, but just the way he seemed to say it.

"Fuck you, Friedman," I said. Matt said nothing and didn't move an inch.

"What? I mean, look at the kid. He might as well hang a sign on himself that says I suck cock!"

All I could think about was poor, little Josh. My instinct as always was to protect him from anything I could. Even though we weren't dating anymore, I still loved and cared for him.

"I guess you'd know about that," I said, before raising my bottle to take another swig. I really didn't want to pursue this conversation anymore.

"So, Friedman, great home run today," Matt said, sensing the tension.

Ben's face lightened up immediately and smiled at Matt. "Thanks, man. My fifth one this year."

Ben was then called in the other room, just in the nick of time before I decked him. My bro turned to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

"Don't let him get to you, bro," he said softly. God he just felt good so close to me. I could smell his scent and I nearly got lost in it. He took his arm back, since it wasn't the time and the place, but I felt better.

"Well, what do you say we blow this party?" he asked, getting up from the couch.

"Good idea," I said, struggling to get up myself. I laughed to myself as I failed to raise myself up twice. "You're driving!"

"No shit, Sherlock!" he said as I threw him the keys. "Besides, we can chill out at our house and drink more. I've got a stash from college."

I grinned and we took off, saying good bye to mostly everyone.

As soon as we were in the car, I let out my steam. "God, I don't know why he gets to me. I keep thinking I can joke about all the gay shit, but I can't. Especially when it comes to Josh. I just picture him in my mind and I react on autopilot."

"He must've been something special," he said, his eyes focused on the road.

"Yeah, and every time I think about it, I wonder why it didn't work out? I mean, I am not bitter towards him at all. I perfectly understand where he was coming from...."

I looked over at my bro, wearing a tight-fitting Quicksilver shirt, showing off his bulging biceps and pecs. Looked up at his face and felt extremely weak. WHAT THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH ME?

"You all right bud?" he asked, looking over at me.

"Uh, yeah why?"

"You just got all quiet," he said.

"Just thinking," I answered.

Luckily, we pulled into our driveway. Again, saved by the bell.

He helped me out of the car and we walked inside. He immediately led me down to the basement and ran back upstairs. I reached for the phone that was on the side of the couch. Instinctively, I dialed the number I knew so well.


"Josh, what's up?" I said, trying to sound quiet and sober at the same time.

"Dude, you're crazy. It's like midnight!"

"So, your mom ain't home is she?"

He laughed and replied, "No. But I sort of do have company over..."

"Oh," I started to say.

"Is anything wrong?"

"Nah, don't mean to disturb you. Aw, shit, I gotta go," I said, hearing my bro opening the basement door.

"Call me tomorrow," he said.

I hung up the phone and laid out on the couch with my arm folder underneath my head.

"Hey, Stevie," he said, grinning. He pulled out a six pack of Molson Ice. I got up and grabbed a bottle.

I was drunk already and I didn't exactly trust myself alone with my older brother. I was afraid of what I might try to do or say.

I must've been silent again since he asked me if I was alright.

"What you thinkin' about, Steve?" he asked, sitting down on the couch next to me.

"Ah, nothin'," I replied.

"No, I know that look, man. It's the same look you have when we were cooking up schemes. You're thinking about something."

I figured, ah what the hell, if he wants to know, then I'll tell him straight out. Fuck it. Screw telling him, I'll just do it.

I reached over to him and rested my hand on his chest, lightly massaging it. It felt so good. I got hard instantly.

His blue eyes burned into mine as he figured out exactly what I was thinking about.

He jumped up off the couch. "Woah dude, woah! What the fuck are you doing?"

I just looked at him. "Please Matt, please."

"I think you just fuckin' need to take a cold shower and go to bed," he said, with an edge in his voice.

"Aw, fuck, man. Come on, no one has to know. Just like old times," I said, sitting up.

"Buddy, calm down! It ain't gonna happen. I'm straight. You know that. I'm your big brother! Fuck, that's wrong and fuckin' sick!"

"Fuck, man..."

"I'm telling you to go to bed now. You're fuckin' out of control, Steven. Go to bed."

"I'll go to bed, man, but that won't help the feelings I have," I said, spitefully. I got up, staggered up the stairs, staggered up another set of stairs and went into my room.

I stripped off all my clothes and climbed into my twin bed. My cock was still rock hard and I knew what I had to do. Take care of this seven and a half inch thing between my legs.

I threw back the covers and grabbed on to my stick. I was taken back in time to the last time we fooled around at home.....

"Hey, bud," I heard voice whisper. I opened my eyes, squinting from the light in the hallway. I knew from the voice it had to be Matt.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Are you asleep?" he asked.

"No, just got into bed."

He came in and closed the door. He locked it. I knew what we would being tonight and I got instantly hard at the thought of it. He was eighteen at the time, and I was sixteen.

"Move over, bro," he said. I eagerly did just that. He began to strip his clothes off and I could see the outline of his body in the moonlight. He climbed into bed with me and whispered, "You want to?"

I could tell by his breath he had been out drinking. I said nothing except put my hand up on his chest. He had really developed muscularly in the last two years. I could feel a coating of hair on his chest. I gently pinched his right nipple. He moaned softly.

He obviously wanted to get down to business because he pushed my hand down to his cock. He was fully developed by now, and I immediately started stroking it. He grabbed my cock and started stroking mine. Our bodies were pressed up against each other. He extended his arm so that it was now wrapped around my chest. We used opposite hands to jerk off, so it worked out perfectly. He used his right, I used my left.

I don't know what happened that night, but I was so turned on that I just had to do more. I've always wondered how it would be to kiss my brother. After kissing many girls, I wondered how it would be to kiss Matt. I leaned over his face and pressed my lips against his. I kept my eyes open so I could see his reaction. His eyes shot open and looked directly into mine. I froze. He froze. Finally, his eyes closed, and he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me in to kiss me again. I worked my way up over his body as we kissed until we were up against each other. I ground my cock into his as we kissed, passionately. I felt his tongue move into my mouth, and I sucked on it. I pushed it back with mine and he sucked mine. It was truly amazing.

Without warning, I heard his breathing become heavier, which could only mean one thing. He moaned louder and louder, and I joined him since I was near the edge. We shot simultaneously and shot our loads between our hard bodies...

Yes it had been a good two years since that happened, and even though we did fool around at his college once, nothing we ever did before or after was as hot and passionate.

As I was stroking my cock, I could feel my load rising up. I stopped jackin' and just enjoyed the feeling of being on the "edge". Everything stopped for a second. I could tell the house was silent. I heard a faint moan from my bro's room, which could've meant only one thing. He was fuckin' jackin it too. Well, that just turned me on more.

My left hand resumed its jacking and I let out a moan. I massaged my balls and played with my ass some too. God, it felt good. As soon as I pictured Matt jackin' his dick in his bed at the same time I was, I couldn't hold it any longer. I let out a LOUD moan as I shot my cum all over my neck, chest, and stomach. The orgasm seemed to last forever as my body trembled with the aftershocks.

I took a look at my left hand which was coated in cum, and licked the inside of my thumb. I didn't really like the taste, but I was so fuckin' turned on that it didn't matter.

I quickly grabbed a towel that was laying beside the bed. I cleaned up my huge load and dumped the towel. I was still fuckin' drunk. I tried falling asleep, but I just couldn't do it. I got up to get a drink. I passed Matt's bedroom and discovered the door was cracked open. I couldn't pass up this chance to see him naked. I peaked through the door and saw him lying in bed, bareassed. Cock hanging between his legs. I cracked the door open and crept in. There was no thought process here. I just crawled into bed with him.

"Steve, what the fuck are you doing?" he asked.

"I couldn't sleep, Matt. Move over," I slurred.

"You can't be serious!" he said.

"Move over," I demanded.

He moved over, reluctantly. I settled in next to him.

"Steve, I don't think you should sleep here," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you shouldn't. Two grown brothers should not sleep together, man. It's fucked up!"

"Oh shut up and go to bed," I said, cuddling up behind him. His back was towards me, so I turned over and put my arm around him and pulled him in front of me. He seemed to be reluctant, but then just gave in with a sigh.

"If you're gonna do it, do it right," he said. He grabbed my other arm and pulled it underneath his neck and snuggled up to me. I smiled.

I leaned up and over and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good night, little bro," he said, softly.

There you have it. This story is surprisingly writing itself down. I hope you enjoyed it. More to come soon. Send all comments and suggestions to NEPhillyBoy76@aol.com