Date: Sun, 3 Jan 1999 21:13:17 EST From: Boyheh@aol.com Subject: More Than Brothers t/t incest young friends MORE THAN BROTHERS By Michael Jacks CHAPTER ONE -- Steve's brother's sleepy arm, draped languidly across his chest, awakens him from his sleep. He looks over at the quietly breathing form of his younger brother, chest rising and falling with the rhythmic movements of sleep. He gently takes the arm off his chest and places it at his brother's side. Then Steve raises up on one elbow and gazes at the lithe form of his younger brother, Mike. The morning light is beginning to fill the room with shafts of light as it peeks through the curtains. The light glistens and glimmers off of Mike's naked body; plays in the folds and roundnesses of the adolescent curves and shapes of chest, stomach, thigh -- penis. Delicately and lightly haired, Mike's crotch comes alive with light in the brightness of the sun. It seems to tickle his hair while he sleeps and his brother watches as the sunlight inches it's way up Mike's stomach and across his nipples. Steve looks down at his own nakedness -- his firm pecs, tight stomach, developing thighs and full basket are a great source of pride. His penis flops from side to side, slapping gently against each thigh as he moves to catch it in the light. His own pubic hair is becoming a dense forest of brown in a lovely inch wide ring around his lolling cock. His penis is darker, curcumsized and well-veined in it's developing adolescence. He runs his hand over his chest and abdomen and pauses to scratch that place of unending itch between penis and scrotum. He pulls lightly on his dick and ballsack and continues down his leg. Mike's hand moves in his sleep. It cradles his own balls, a warm good feeling. Steve watches -- enjoying the sight of his brother's fine and developing teen bod and interested in his brother's hand and dick. He thinks about last night, and all the other nights since he and his brother discovered sex. His penis stirs, he looks down and smiles as it enlarges ever so slightly. He flops it up to lie flat against his abdomen, pointing to his belly button but his body angle makes it slip to one side. He tries again and plays with his penis this way as it flops and enlarges with each flip of his hand. Mike's hand is almost imperceptibly sliding up his crotch and laying his penis out flat and pointing up towards his own belly button. Steve watches intently, still playing with his dick, gently coaxing as much length as he can out of his 14 year old cock. Mike's fingertips gently caress his glans and that sensitive area around his cockhead. His penis shifts and stirs in excitement and soon is raising straight off his stomach, pointing high into the air in it's 13 year old, 7 inch splendor. Ramrod straight and about an inch and a quarter in diameter, the sight of this slender rod is all it takes for Steve to fully erect to his thicker 6 and a half inch glory. As Steve watches Mike play in his sleep, his hands busy themselves with his own pleasure tool. He tickles, caresses, strokes and squeezes from base to tip. The tip glistens with pre-cum and Steve spreads it all around. He looks over at Mike, who's hand is still softly stroking his own penis and Steve thinks that it must be some dream. Mike moans in his sleep and his penis oozes its warning liquid. Mikes hand moves steadily. Does he know what he is doing? Is it all a part of a dream? Steve smiles as he strokes his pulsing cock. He doesn't want to cum, but yet, he does. He is really turned on by his brother's huge cock; he's turned on by his own magnificent instrument. He watches both as they are stroked to perfection by two knowing hands. Hands that are familiar with their own and their brothers' cocks and balls. Mike moans again, his hand still slow but now very strong. Steve pumps, pulls on his ballsack, watches Mike, pinches his own nipple, caresses his own stomach and pubes, pumps, and pumps, his hand moving twice as fast as Mike's is. Steve feels the rush. Mike is strongly pumping. They are both moaning, sighing, Steve's breath is taken in quickly and sharply as he feels the first jets of gism shoot from his throbbing, purple cockhead. He aims it at Mike's crotch and explodes all over Mike's whispy pubes and stroking hand. Mike sighs and his hand speeds up as his own penis spurts thick globs of adolescent cum all over his middle body from knees to chest in what seems to be an uncontrollable frenzy for a sleeping boy. As the cum intermingles, Steve's orgasm is subsiding and he lays close to Mike, nose almost touching Mike's cheek, penis shrivelling against Mike's hip. Mike's hand slows and gently encases his penis in a warm squeeze of satisfaction. He whispers, in his sleep, "I love you." Steve says, close to Mike's ear, "I love you, too." Mikes eyes pop open. He looks down at all the cum on his body, looks at Steve looking at him. Mike laughs softly. Steve's hand cups Mikes penis and testicles. Mike reaches over and down and wraps his hand around Steve's now flaccid member. Their eyes meet and Steve softly says, "Good morning, sexy." Mike responds, "Mornin', bro'." Steve offers, "That was some dream!" "I only dream about the best -- you!" Steve kisses Mike softly on the lips and nibbles at Mikes lower lip, lingering on the softness. Mike returns the lip caresses and they share a soft and very tender moment. As Steve lies back on the bed Mike raises up to sitting and reaches for a kleenex. Steve stops his hand, gently. Looking deeply into Mike's eyes, Steve says, "I got a better idea." Steve sits up and lays Mike back down on his back. He maneuvers to his knees and starts playing in the mingled cum on Mikes abdomen. He traces the puddles with his fingers and picks some up on his fingertips. He takes his fingers to his mouth and tastes them, savoring the now cold but still sweet taste of the salty mixture. He repeats the motion a few more times. Then he takes fingerfulls of cum to Mike's lips and Mike licks the confection off his brothers fingers. Enjoying the moment of shared sensations, Steve and Mike look deeply into each others eyes. Steve then breaks and kneels over his brothers prostrate form, and begins licking the remaining cum from his brother's stomach, penis, ballsack and thighs -- oops, there's even some on his knee. When he has a mouthfull he lays out on top of Mike and, mouth to mouth, kisses Mike and exchanges the sweetness that is held within. Mikes hands wrap around his brother's strong back. They glide over his tight buns. Steve's hands caress Mikes face and sides. They slowly grind their bodies together, spreading the remainder of the cum around, using it for lubrication. The exchange of cum becomes a long and passionate kiss with deep probing and intertwining of tongues and wide open mouths. When they come up for air, Steve lingers to look at Mike, kisses him on the nose and pushes himself off the bed. He holds out his hand and Mike takes it. Steve draws Mike off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. He sits Mike on the toilet seat and turns on the shower. When the temperature is right Mike is up and ready and they enter the shower. The hot water cascades over their bodies as the come together in a warm, wet embrace. Steve reaches up and caresses the back of his brother's head, playing in his wet hair. Mike rubs his hands all over Steves glistening body as they kiss again. Mike breaks the embrace and picks up the soap. He bends down and starts at Steve's feet. Steve moves the shower head so that it is off of their bodies for a time. Mike lathers Steve's feet, ankles, shins and calves, thighs and hips. He works the soap around to Steve's cheeks and washes up and down the crack with his strong fingers, lingering around the pucker of his anus. Steve's penis responds a little and spasms with movement. Mike continues up Steve's back with a thick soapy lather. Mike moves around to behind Steve and reaches around to lather Steves neck, chest, nipples -- lots of time on the nipples, pinching, squeezing, rubbing, caressing, hands occasionally roaming to the stomach and abdomen -- covering his brother's body with a huge amount of soap. When satisfied, Mike presses up against Steve's body from behind, penis, now rock hard, between his brother's legs and pushing against his brothers ballsack. The soap is being transferred from Steves back and crack to Mike's front and cock and balls. What a way to scrub! Then almost at the same time Steve and Mike turn around so that Steve's now throbbing dick goes in between Mike's legs and pushes up against Mike's choad. Mike's back now is coated and scrubbed by Steve's grinding front. Mike reaches down and grabs a hold of both penises protruding through his legs. He strokes them gently, earnestly. The lubrication of the soap and the intensity of the "bath" is too much for these loving brothers and they begin to shoot in ropes of cum, their knees grow weak and Mike strokes away trying to get very ounce of cum out of both pricks. At that point of blissful exhaustion they both sink to their knees. Mike turns his head and kisses Steve soundly on the mouth. The water beats down on their kneeling, naked bodies, washing all traces of soap and cum down the drain. CHAPTER TWO -- (or maybe chapter zero) It all started when Steve and Mike were both the same age; as Steve was about to turn 13 and Mike had just turned 12. That was two years ago. Both boys had masturbated privately since they were young. (Steve even watched his dad beat it once. Since his mom had died, suddenly and unexpectedly, he didn't think it unusual for his dad to get his rocks off in that way. After all he did it himself -- and so did Mike, he would soon come to find out) Steve was seven when he had his first dry orgasm. He had just finished his shower and jumped into bed naked. He pulled the covers up tightly so his mom wouldn't see. After the lights were turned out he turned over on his stomach and tried to go to sleep. But he couldn't. His little penis started twiching. He started pushing it into the sheets and mattress. It sprang to life as he instinctively humped it into his bed. He didn't know what he was doing, he just knew it felt good and he didn't want it to stop. His little body shuddered from his first orgasm and he relaxed and drifted off to sleep. This was to become his habit of going to sleep over the next three to four years. At ten, he started to develop, physically and his penis enlarged from three inches hard to about five. His long thin dick usually pointed straight up to his belly as it was hard most of the time. It was on his father's riding lawnmower, as he was cutting grass that he had his first unintended orgasm. He had been speeding around the lawn, having fun getting the job done, taking the shifts and the shocks from the mower, when he noticed that his dick was pointing straight up in his shorts. The vibrations of the mower seemed to be giving him splendid feelings and he climaxed -- right there in the back yard -- his penis jerked and spasmed in his shorts and he closed his eyes in pure pleasure. But then he opened them just in time to avoid the fence. He turned the motor off and raced to the garage. He pulled down his pants to examine himself and found a small amount of wet sticky fluid on his belly, penis and in his shorts. He thought about asking his dad, but then he thought better of that. He wiped it off with a paper towel and zipped up again and finished the lawn. That night, preparing for a bath, he was examining his penis to see what could have caused the leakage earlier. He was still humping his bed for pleasure and this is the first time he had ever leaked. As he examined his penis from every conceivable angle it grew hard. He began, again instinctively, to stroke it, using the fingertips of both hands to run up and down the huge, for a ten year old, five inch shaft of his developing dick. Boy did it feel good. He could feel that he was getting close to the good feeling and his efforts sped up. He was stroking feverishly and his pubescent cock spewed forth its liquid and Steve's eyes popped open as it shot out all over the bathroom floor. He couldn't believe it. He quickly wiped it up and got into his bath. Just then Dad came in to check on him. Steve was still somewhat hard and as his Dad saw him the look on his face changed for a moment. "Wow, looks like we need to talk", said Dad. "About what" "About your body. I didn't know you were this far along." "Dad! Geez!" "Hey, I never got told anything and I was miserable and surprised all through my adolescense. Can't I make it easier for you?" "Okay, sure," said Steve reluctantly. "Do you have any questions?" "What kind of questions? I know all about where babies come from." "Can you make a baby yet?" his dad asked with an eyebrow raised. "I don't really know. I know how it happens but not what happens, I guess" "By the look of your penis and testicles you can ejaculate" "What" "Have you ever had a wet dream?" "What's that?" "Have you ever awakened in the morning to find that your shorts were wet and it wasn't pee?" "Is it kind of sticky?" "Yes" "Then I have" he lied, hoping to cover up the truth. "Then you can make a baby. And that gives you the biggest responsibility, to yourself and others, about your penis" "What do you mean, Dad?" "Well, the power in your penis is the power to make babies. If you are ever tempted to have sex with a girl she will get pregnant and you will be a father. You are very fertile -- potent-- at your young age" "Wow! Um, Dad? "Yes?" "Am I normal?" "How do you mean? "Do I, like, look normal?" "Stand up." "Dad!" "It's all right. I changed your diapers and you had boners. Don't worry." Steve stood up, cupping his hands in the "fig leaf" position to cover the boner he had talking about sex. "Steven." Steve moved his hands. "Wow!" is all his dad could manage. "What?" Steve countered. "You're big for your age. Got any hair yet?" Dad peered in closer. It made Steve a little uncomfortable to have his dad looking closely at his pride and joy. But Steve's penis stood at attention none the less. "Nope no hair. But it will come soon -- around your penis, your balls, your legs, armpits..." "Dad, I know. Can I finish my bath now?" "Sure, son." And Dad left with a smile of pride in the growth of his oldest son. Now. Mike was another matter. He was introduced to sex by a boy in the neighborhood. Mike was ten at the time. How Steve had hidden his masturbatory practices all this time and how Mike had not been found out by his older brother, or even thought about doing it with his older brother is a mystery. His young body and penis were hardly noticeable when naked. He was walking down the alley behind the drug store on his way home from his friends house. This older boy called out to him from behind the dumpster and asked him to come over. He knew the boy, had seen him around -- the brother of a friend of a friend, you know. Mike went over and his eyes popped out of his skull. There was this boy, about 15, with his zipper open and his huge, to Mike, penis sticking straight out of his shorts. And he was playing with it. "Wanna join me?" said the older boy. "Whatare ya doing?" asked Mike. "Jerkin' off! What are ya, stupid? "No, I just never saw one before." "You got one don't ya?" "Sure, but it's not like that!" said the awed Mike. "Watch me." As Mike watched the other boy took his hand and slid it from the tip of his big penis to the hairy base. Mike saw the tip start to shine. "Take yours out and do it too," said the boy. "Well..." "Whatsa matter? Ya chicken?" Nobody called Mike a chicken. So he whipped out is three inch penis, which was, to his amazement, already hard. He started imitating the older boy. The boy leaned back against the wall he stroked faster and faster. Mikes eyes bulged. "How did it take all that abuse", he wondered. Soon Mike was feeling good and having a pleasurable experience beating his little meat and watching an older pro go at it. Mike tried to imitate everything that the older boy did. When he changed hands so did Mike. When he caresses his balls, so did Mike. When he pulled his pants down to his ankles, Mike followed him. The older boy smiled. "You're pretty big for a young kid!" "You're huge for any kid!" "Yeah, it's pretty good all right. I got eight inches. The average is six. You got about three which is great for a kid your age -- eleven, right?" "No, just ten" said Mike proudly being mistaken for someone older. Well they were enjoying themselves, jacking away and the older boy said, "Watch this!" Mike watched but kept stroking. He didn't want to lose this new found feeling and he was afraid that if he took his hand off his dick he'd never get it back. The other boy closed his eyes and stroked feverishly. Soon his penis erupted in streams of white stuff. Mike's jaw dropped-- "Wow! What's that? "Cum!" the older boy managed through clenched teeth. He kept pumping. His orgasm subsided. "It's what you get when you get older." "Jeez! How does it feel?" "It feels about the same as when you do it but about ten times better." "Really?" "Yup! Try it! "I am." Mike went back to concentrated work on his own penis with a boy he barely knew watching him play with his most private body part and he didn't even seem to mind. He wondered about that. "Tickle your balls while you stroke" offered the boy. Mike did so and moaned a little. He had never felt anything like the fire that was raging in his penis and testicles. Sure, he'd played with it. He'd gotten it hard. He'd had boner fights with some of his friends. He'd even let them touch it and he touched theirs. But he had never stroked with the intentions he had now. He was feeling light, heavy, giddy and rooted all at the same time. He had an older boy encouraging him, cheering him on, so to speak. He suddenly had a flash. His penis was burning. His little body spasmed and rocked with the new forces overtaking him. He felt wonderful as his dick twiched and rocked in his hand. "All right!!" said the boy. "How did it feel?" "Cool. Man, that felt good!, Mike gasped. The older boy put his hand on Mike's shoulder and gave it a squeeze and looked him in the eye. "Glad to be of service!" said the older boy as he took his hand away and bent over to pull up his pants. Mike just stood there, half-naked, penis starting to shrink, pants around his ankles, overwhelmed at the intensity of his feeling. The other boy walked away with a smile on his face. Then, to the boy's back he managed to say, "Thanks!" "Sure, anytime!" was the reply. Mike shouted, "What's your name?" "Dave" "Will I see you again, Dave?" "If you want to" "I do! Wait up!" Mike reached down and hastily pulled up and zipped his pants while on the run to Dave's side. "Do you mean it? Can we do this again?" "You really want to?" "Hell, yes!" said the brazed and enlightened ten year old. "Shit! I suppose we could!" managed a surprised Dave with a look of wonder and a big smile. Well, as it happened, Dave and Mike met at least once a week for their joint masturbation sessions until Dave turned 17 and left for college. But by then Mike was twelve and ready for other adventures. Like the one day he discovered that Steve beat it, too. Both of the boys, as was said, were twelve. Mike was in the bathroom -- stroking his now enlarged penis. He didn't have much more than a hair or two but his dick was enormous for a twelve year old -- at least six to six and a half inches. He was standing over the toilet and watching himself in the mirror. Steve, meanwhile had come home and stripped to his shorts. He didn't know anyone was home so he fondled his bulge and it grew until he had to take his dick out and slip his shorts off. He paraded around his room, dick flopping all over. The dark thin hair rimming his penis was quite fetching. He got his first hair at eleven and now at twelve he was one of the envies of the 7th grade locker room. He started to stroke -- he whacked, and beat and jacked -- rising to the length of six inches, his dickhead turning purple and straining like a hot dog about to burst on the grill. He looked around, no place to shoot it off. He opened the bathroom door and what he saw was amazing. His brother was whipping his own dick furiously, like Steve. Mike turned, almost ready to shout, "Get Out!" But he didn't. He looked at Steve, Steve looked at Mike and they laughed and said, "Shit! I didn't know you did it too!" Or something to that effect. Steve said, "Let's do it together!" And they did. They looked at each other. They looked in the mirror. Steve marvelled at how his younger brother could have a bigger dick than his. He held it out and Mike brought his up and they compared. Wow! Mike was almost a full inch bigger than his older brother. But Steve was thicker and had more hair. Back to beating. They stroked like maniacs, watching each other carefully and getting off on their mutual fascination with each other's cocks. They both rose up on their tip toes as the feelings began to burst forth. Steve spewed first and Mike shot his load within seconds after his brother. They stroked their raging boners dry, emptying their gism into the toilet, touching their dickheads together and breathing heavily. Afterwards, as dad wasn't due home from work for an hour or so and Mom was shopping, they stayed naked, sitting on their beds and bringing each other up to date with all of their individual sex stories and experiences, occasionally fondling their cocks, stroking lightly. Then Steve said, "Let's stroke each other's dicks?!" Mike agreed. He saw no reason not to. He had always been close to his brother, except for telling him about sex stuff. They had played, and swum and lied about things together and were good friends. Steve reached out tentatively and took hold of Mike's hardening penis. He tickled it with his fingertips, like exporing a new world. Mike touched Steve's dick and soon they began stroking each other to climax. They decided to lay down on their backs on Steve's bed and whack each other off. Stroking firmly and evenly they quickly brought each other to an almost simultaneous orgasm. Cum was covering their bellies and hands. They looked each other in the eyes and smiled. Their dicks were still spurting as they heard the door open and close downstairs and Mom's voice called out, "Steve? Mike? Where are you?" They paniced and ran, dripping and spurting for the bathroom. They quickly washed each others and their own cocks and stomachs , wiped up the floor and Steve jumped in the shower. Mike took a towel and was drying himself off as Mom knocked on the door. "Steve? Mike?" their mom queried. "We're here." said Mike. "Steve's in the shower and I just finished." "Oh, well, dinner will be ready in about a half an hour" "Okay, Mom. Thanks." Mom went back downstairs and Mike heaved a sigh of relief. Steve jumped out of the shower. "That was quick thinking!" "Thanks, bro'" "Damn," Steve said, "Close call!" "Sure was!" "It was worth it!'" "Sure was!" "Do it again?" asked Steve. "Any time," replied Mike. And for two years, these two brothers shared everything sexually between them that they could imagine. But that's what the rest of this story is about. CHAPTER THREE -- It was about two months after their first beat off session that they discovered they liked to suck on each other's cocks. They were laying in bed, naked as usual, Mom and Dad out for the night. Both were hard and lightly fingering their dicks. Some action movie was on the television which they were allowed to bring up to their room on certain nights. Mike jumped at the action of one of the scenes and landed on the floor at the foot of the bed. Steve sat up and as Mike turned around to get back up he found himself face to dick -- his face to Steve's dick. He kissed it. Steve looked at him. He kissed it again. Steve looked at him again. "Go ahead" Steve whispered. Mike licked the tip of his brother's fat dick. It tasted funny and salty and fine. He ran his tongue around the cockhead and Steve shuddered and murmured "Oh, Man" under his breath. Mike took Steve's dick in his hand and held it to his lips. Slowly he inched his lips over Steve's engorged glans. Both boys savored the new sensations. Steve was going crazy. Mike started to slip his brothers dick in and out of his mouth. Occasionally he chewed down the shaft on each side. He even licked his brother's balls, hairless and hot! He stroked and licked and sucked on this piece of boyflesh and Steve groaned and whimpered and Mike increased his sucking action until he was bobbing on and off the dick. Steve was thrashing around and started humping into Mike's mouth. Steve came. Mike swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed until he thought he would be filled up. He gagged and choked the dick in his mouth back into his throat and Steve's body shook in ecstacy as he pressed his pubes tightly into his brother's face and caressed the back of his head with one hand and the nipples on his brother's chest with the other. "Unbelievable!" "Was it okay?" "Unbelievable!" was all Steve could manage. Then Steve slowly pulled his dick out of Mike's mouth with a slight slurping sound. Mike lay back on the floor. Steve positioned himself over his brother's huge cock. He licked, tiip, head shaft and balls. also hairless. He ran his hands over his brother's thighs and abdomen. He wrapped one hand tightly around the base of Michael's cock and fondled Michael's balls with the other hand as he went down on the head with his mouth wide open. When he clamped down on his brother's trembling rod he began to stroke it with his lips and with both hands moving simultaneously. Mike writhed in agonistic pleasure as feelings he'd never felt began to course through his loins, dick and balls. He humped slightly and Steve swallowed his brother's dick right up to his hand that was wrapped around the base. Mike groaned and started little rabbit like jabs into his brother's throat. Steve sucked for everything he was worth. Mike rocked around on the floor and Steve tried to keep his mouth on the spasming dick, shooting gobs of sweet tasting brother-honey down his open throat. Steve tried to swallow but gagged on Mike's immense penis. Steve backed off a little and Mike's penis plopped out of his mouth. Steve, posessed by some strange feeling and desire, moved quickly to cover Mike's mouth with his own. He had never shared contact and emotion like this. Mike returned his kiss passionately. The remnants of Mike's cum, still in Steve's mouth was swapped and shared as tongues probed and lips pressed and twisted in utter lust. Hands roamed and probed each other's bodies and for the first time both boys were thinking,"I love my brother." And after a break in the passion, Steve softly said so. Mike replied, "I think I love you too. I think I always have." Steve said, "I don't want to ever stop." "We won't" said Mike. "I can't ever remember feeling like this." "I can't either." They drifted off to sleep, on the floor, in each other's arms until they heard the garage door opening. They popped awake, looked at the clock -- 4am -- and frantically searched for some undies. Steve found Mike's bikini's and Mike found Steves boxers and they swapped and put them on and settled back down to watch TV. It was Dad who came in to say good night. His face was ashen. The boys looked up and said, "Hi, dad!" The boys stopped and saw a pained expression on their dad's face. "Dad, what's wrong?, asked Steve. "It's your mother." Dad replied. "She's had an accident." Blank stares and tears from the boys -- effortful control from Dad. The half-mouthed word "What" formed in both of the boys open mouths. "She's all right, isn't she?" On that eventful night of finding the greatest physical love their young lives had ever encountered, they also lost the woman they loved more than anything in the world. Dad held out his arms and the boys knew what the answer to that last question was. They cried and cradled each other for quite a while. Dad kissed each boy on the forhead and told them he loved them. They both hugged themselves tightly to each side of this strong man, who would always continue to be their rock in times of storminess. Who would understand when he realized that his sons were gay and that these two boys would grow and would spend the rest of their lives together. This night would cement Michael and Steven together forever. Not to make light of a tragic situation but Steve would find out just how normal masturbation was when he walked past his dad's bedroom and saw his dad stroking his penis and crying softly about four months after the death of their mother. Dad didn't notice Steve, he was very quiet. He watched for a few moments and then stole quietly away. He understood. He appreciated that his father would remain faithful to the memory of his wife. He never married and never again had sexual contact with anyone other than his own penis in an occasional masturbation session. Steve also realized why both of the boys had huge penises. His dad was hung. He estimated about nine inches as it took two fists side by side to cover the length of that dick. Steve measured -- he now, at thirteen had passed the six inch mark and was rapidly approaching six and a half inches. Mike was next -- Steve walked into their bedroom and whipped off Mike's bikini briefs and stroked his brother's penis to erection and measured his dick. At twelve and a half years old Mike was almost seven inches long. Steve took off his own clothes and laid Mike on the bed and they wrapped up in each other's arms, penises pressed tightly between each other's legs. They humped slightly and as they kissed and fondled they came, gism squirting out from between the other brother's legs. They smiled, reached over and turned out the lights, pulled the covers over themselves and cuddled themselves to sleep.