Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2012 16:21:19 +0000
From: zombiedalek@hushmail.com
Subject: Karim and Asif

***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this
story are real. The events in this story have never happened*****
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Asif was eight years old and his brother Karim was twelve when their
father died.
He had been rock climbing not far from home and had lost his hold on an
easy section not too high up but had fallen awkwardly and died instantly.
Asif and Karim were at home at the time. they were in the back yard in
their swimming trunks spraying each other with the garden hose. They were
both naturally skinny with the same flawless olive skin. Asif was
completely smooth and hairless with a small uncut penis and a scrotum
that looked like two small marbles in a silk pouch. His package barely
showed as a little bump in his tight red wet speedos. Karim was beginning
to get some soft fuzz under his arms, between his thighs and on his
little scrotum. He had a fuzzy little patch just above his uncut penis,
which, like his young limbs, was just beginning to lengthen. He wore
short, light blue trunks that were a little too small for him because
he'd had them for about a year, and he was beginning to grow. Because
he'd had them so long they had become worn and a little threadbare on the
ass and over his package. When they got wet, his penis and scrotum were
clearly visible.

The brothers were best friends and were always very physical with each
other, wrestling and hugging freely. They shared a room, sleeping in two
single beds opposite each other. Karim had been masturbating and playing
with his body for about a year now. Asif would often pretend he had
fallen asleep, and would peek over at Karim, who had begun to sleep naked
(without their parents' knowledge). Karim would lower the sheets to below
his thighs and he'd play with his penis and scrotum. He'd run his hands
all over his torso and gently squeeze his nipples. He would spit in his
hand and masturbate while sniffing his own armpit. Being an active kid,
he'd smell quite musky by the end of the day.

Asif would make sure his hand was inside his underwear when he was
pretending to be asleep so he could play with is own little penis while
watching his big brother.

The boys' bedroom had an adjoining private bathroom. Karim liked to leave
the door open while he showered, making sure to shower when Asif was in
their bedroom. He'd walk out of the bathroom without bothering to cover
himself with a towel and, if their parents weren't likely to come into
the room, he'd remain naked as he hung out in the room reading or
writing. Asif loved seeing his big brother naked. He got excited to see
the changes happening to his body now that he was twelve years old. Asif
wasn't quite the exhibitionist that Karim was, but he liked to hang out
in their room in his tight undies as much as possible.

The day their father died, they heard the siren of the ambulance as it
passed their house. They didn't realize it was on its way to their father
so they continued horsing around with the hose. Soaking wet, they
wrestled around on the grass. Karim had Asif in a hold and was pressed up
against his back, locked in place with their legs entangled. Asif was
struggling to get free, squirming and grunting against his brother's
body, but Karim's  hold was tight. Suddenly, as he was struggling to
escape, Asif felt Karim's penis get hard. It happened very quickly, and
because of their position, Karim's cock was pressing against Asif's ass.
He was so surprised that he stopped struggling. They were both out of
breath and panting after the wrestling. They just lay there for a minute
with Karim holding his little brother tightly, his twelve year old penis
pressed against his brother's skinny little eitht year old ass. After a
while, Asif started struggling again, but it wasn't like he was trying to
escape. It was more like he was rubbing himself against his older
brother's hard cock. Karim joined in after a few seconds, and they
quickly settled on a common rhythm. Almost completely naked, Karim dry
humped his brother through their swimming trunks for several minutes,
getting faster and more intense all the time. After a few minutes Karim
gripped Asif harder still, and his body tightened. He moaned loudly and
held on to Asif as his body shuddered and spasmed before his grip
loosened and his body went limp. Neither of them moved for about a
minute. Asif only vaguely knew what had happened but he had liked it a
lot, being held so tightly by Karim, smelling his body and feeling his
sweat slip between them. After a minute Karim gently kissed Asif on the
back of the neck and whispered "I love you little bro" before getting up
and walking into the house. Asif lay there on the grass feeling the warm
sun on his body for a few more minutes before he followed Karim into the
house and they both got dressed.

The brothers were sitting on the couch watching TV and holding hands when
the phone rang. Their mother answered and, after listening for a minute,
cried out and slammed the phone down.

The next couple of hours were the worst of the brothers' lives. The trip
to the hospital, the confirmation of their father's death and the trip
home later that afternoon. It all seemed like a horrible blur.
After they got home, Asif saw Karim steal a bottle of vodka from the
drinks cabinet and sneek out of the house. He told his mother he needed
to be alone, even though she begged him to stay with her and Asif. After
Karim left, Asif just sat on the sofa with his mother as she cried and
phoned relatives. A lot of them would have to fly in for the funeral.
Later that evening, she fell asleep on the sofa from sheer exhaustion.
Asif went to his room and sobbed on his bed. He missed Karim so much it
hurt.He took off all of his clothes and climbed into Karim's bed. There
was an old pair of Karim's boxers under the sheets and he put them on. He
needed to feel close to Karim, and wearing his underwear in his bed, he
could at least surround himself with Karim's smell. After crying for a
while he fell into a deep sleep.

He work during the night because he heard a sound in the hall. A door
closed loudly and then the bedroom door opened. He knew instinctively
that it was Karim. Asif was facing the wall so he couldn't see his
brother, but he heard him stumbling loudly around the room. He took off
all of his clothes and flung them in the corner. He was obviously drunk.
Karim went into the bathroom without turning on the light and Asif heard
him pissing loudly in the toilet. He didn't flush or wash his hands, then
he came back into the bedroom. He was quiet for a minute, just standing
the center of the room. Asif didn't know if Karim was going to kick him
out of his bed, or if he was just going to sleep in Asif's bed. He'd
never seen his big brother drunk before and he was scared. After a minute
of silence, Asif felt Karim get into the bed behind him. He just lay
there for a second before putting his arm around Asif and spooning him.
Karim was freezing cold and he held Asif close, warming his body from his
little brother.

Karim moved his hands down Asif's torso until he felt his boxers. Karim
knew they were his because Asif only wore tight briefs. He kissed the
back of Asif's neck just like he had that afternoon and again he
whispered "I love you little bro". Then he held the waistband of the
boxers and slid them down. Asif had to lift his hips to let him do it,
but he couldn't tell if  Karim, being drunk, noticed that he was awake.
Karim threw the boxers across the room and held his little brother
tightly in his arms. His erection was now between Asif's thighs and Asif
felt his brother begin to move his cock in a regular thrusting motion
between his smooth legs. After a minute of this, Karim spat on his hand
and moved it down to Asif's little butthole. He began running his spit
around the edge before gently pushing it inside of his brother and slowly
exploring his insides. He brought his finger up to his mouth and sucked
the taste of Asif from it. Then he spat on his hand again and gently
pushed two fingers into Asif.

Asif's heart was pounding in his chest. On the one hand he was terrified,
but he was also excited and wanted to please his big brother. It was
uncomfortable  but he liked having Karim's fingers exploring his little
butthole, even if it hurt as he was stretched open. Karim fingered Asif
for a while, then he spat on his hand again and rubbed it on his cock.
holding his twelve year old cock, Karim pressed against his little
brother's flawless, smooth little hole. He gently eased his hips forward
and he heard Asif give a little gasp when the head of his cock entered
fully. Between the vodka and his lust, Karim could barely control
himself. He began thrusting more quickly into Asif and, without thinking,
he moved a hand to cover Asif's mouth because the faster and rougher he
got, the louder Asif's moans and cries got and he didn't want to wake
their mother.

Asif felt like he was being split open as his brother thrust harder
inside of him. He couldn't stop himself crying out because it hurt so
much. He was glad when Karim covered his mouth because even though it
hurt, he didn't want it to stop. He could smell his own butt from his
brother's hand covering his mouth.

Karim had turned into a wild, sexual animal. He pounded as hard as he
could into Asif's little body. He had never experienced such an intense
rush. He felt Asif twist and squirm in his arms but he held him tightly
and fucked him as hard as he could. Karim moved Asif onto his tummy and
climbed on top of him. He pressed a hand to the back of Asif's head to
stifle his cries in the pillow. Karim raised himself up so he could watch
Asif's gorgeous little body beneath him, and so he could watch his cock
stab into his brothers beautiful hole. He rode him harder and harder, his
little balls slapping against Asif as he built to an insane climax. Karim
fell forward onto Asif as he reached orgasm and pumped his cum inside of
him. He buried his face into the pillow beside Asif's as he cried out an
angry, grief stricken but spectacularly pleasurable scream. When he had
stopped pumping cum into Asif, Karim just lay there on top of him for a
few moments before rolling off and pulling out of Asif's hole.

He brought his hands to his face and started crying. Asif had also been
crying into the pillow. He felt broken and bruised, but he felt an
intensely strong connection to his big brother.
Karim barely noticed Asif turn over until he felt a little hand on his
chest. Asif leaned forward and kissed Karim on the cheek and whispered "I
love you big bro".

They slept naked, holding each other tightly.
They had a tough time ahead, but they felt that they could face it
together, as brothers, best friends and lovers.