Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2003 17:43:29 -0600
From: Matthew Wellesley <mattwxyz@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Post Script 1

MY BROTHER LOVES ME
A story by Matt Wellesley
POST SCRIPT 1 - (Chapter Seven)


WARNING:  While I don't think it's pornographic, this story
can be offensive to some people.  If you don't like hearing or
reading about gay love, sex, or incest--or if it's not legal
for you to read sexually explicit material--don't read this
story.  The story is factual, and is about me and my brother.
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I'll ANSWER all email.  I hope more people email me.
MattWxyz@hotmail.com
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THE POST SCRIPTS

Basically, Chapter Six ended our story, the way I wanted to
present it.  In keeping it short, I left things out.
To fill in the gaps, from time to time, I'll include some of
my afterthoughts, things that are happening now, or
miscellaneous scenes that were left out, as post scripts.

If there's an area of interest that you'd like to hear about,
let me know, so I can consider adding that to the next P.S.
A few personal things I won't write about, but no harm asking.
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THIS P.S. DEALS WITH MY DISCOVERY OF SOME REAL LIFE ISSUES.
DESPITE SOME TOUCHING AND PLAYING, IT'S NOT A SEX SCENE.
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POST SCRIPT 1 - The Trip Home from Camp

	It was occurring to me, more and more, that there was
more to my role in life than being the one that just reacted
to everything.  After thinking about all that happened between
me and Damon at camp, I was excited with the idea that I could
make him feel things--that he really reacted to me--that it
wasn't just one-way.  Even though I felt unsure about it, I
smiled to myself.

      I had a warm, good feeling because my brother had driven
a long distance to come see me at camp, then had to drive all
the way home.  He'd driven it a third time, to rescue me.
Now, he was driving that distance for the fourth time.  All
that, just for me.

      It seemed like we'd been on the road forever, when we
started to hit heavy traffic.  It was still dark out, and way
too early for morning rush hour in the town we had to go
through to get home.  I saw Damon frown.

      "I hate this," Damon said, hitting the brakes and
slowing to about forty miles an hour, "It's not even five in
the morning."  He sounded annoyed, but not really upset.

      The big thing on my mind was that everyone back at camp
knew why Damon had returned, and why I left with him, but we
hadn't talked about it since we got in the car.  I looked at
Damon's face as he suddenly clenched his teeth.  I watched the
stress grow in his neck.  I couldn't stand to see him get
tense, now--I was tense enough for both of us.

      "Crap.  Now we're stopping."

      I glanced out the rear windshield.  "At least there's no
one behind us, Damon," I said, trying to ease the situation.
I rubbed the back of his head.  The way I felt right then, if
Damon lost it, I'd be lost.

      "Thanks, squirt," he said, trying to smile.  He reached
over and squeezed my shoulder.  His hand quickly returned to
the wheel.

      "Hmmm......" I said, like I was trying to figure out
some huge problem.

      "Uh, oh--here comes trouble," Damon said, recognizing
that sound in my voice.

      "Trouble?  Nah!"  I looked over at him, planning out my
next moves.

      "Nah, my foot.  You're up to something, Matt."

      It didn't surprise me that he knew--he was usually one
step ahead of me.  I figured since he was on to me, I might as
well just go for it.  I made my move quickly.

      "Hey--don't do that, squirt!"

      I didn't stop.  I'd ignored him before, but it was the
first time I could remember defying him like this, so my fear
factor was up.  He tried to press himself farther back in the
seat, but I unzipped his shorts and slid my hand in.

      "Matt!  I'm driving."

      "I know."  I giggled--but inside, I was nervous, so I
didn't notice that he had no underwear on.  I thought I got
lucky and slipped through the fly of his boxers.  Damon let
out a moan when my hand touched him there.  I rubbed his
softness gently, trying to arouse him.

      He didn't say anything, but he relaxed his body, some.
At least he wasn't still trying to jam his butt into the back
of the seat, but now I had to figure out what to do.  I
started squeezing the soft head, and it was incredible,
feeling Damon's hot thing grow in my hand.  I slid my hand up
and down as his pole swelled.  I remembered I didn't have much
luck jerking myself off, so I was wondering if this really
felt good to him.

      I unzipped him, spread his fly open, and started to pull
his dick out.  It was hard by then.

      "Be careful, bro, that's a sharp zipper."

      By saying that, I wondered if he had jerked off in those
shorts before, and got hurt with the zipper.  I unbuttoned the
shorts to make as big an opening as possible.  Damon kept both
hands on the wheel.  It suddenly occurred to me that he was
helpless.  He had to keep driving.  I was hard, myself, just
from touching him, and I was thinking I could do whatever I
wanted.  That excited me, not that I wasn't already worked up.

      I looked things over, and decided there was just enough
room, and I slid my mouth over a very warm, big-brother
hardon.  He smelled different--like he'd taken a shower before
he'd left home to bail me out of my troubles at camp.  The
smell of soap made it more exciting, somehow, but there were
other scents of Damon, that I loved.

      "You trapped me, and you know it," Damon said.  There
was a hint of pride in his voice.  Maybe he secretly enjoyed
this new aggressive side of me, but I still had him where I
wanted him.

      "Mmmm, mmmm," I said with my mouth full.

      "It's gonna make you horny, Bud.  Then your nuts might
hurt again."

      I slipped my mouth off.  "You want me to stop?"

      "You really got balls, Matt," he said, running a hand
through my hair.  By then, my lips were halfway down him, and
going lower.  "I love you Matt, and I love what you're doing,
but--I think......maybe we should just wait.  Okay?"

      "Ok, Damon."  I was embarrassed more than disappointed.
I sat for a while, staring at him.  I giggled, seeing his
half-hard dick poking out while he drove.  Instantly, Damon
glanced over, and smiled.

      "Hey, squirt, aren't you gonna put it back where you
found it?"

      "Nope," I said, still giggling.

      "Come on, Matt."

      It was the first time Damon pleaded with me like that.
My heart pounded with a new, strange sense of accomplishment.

      I looked at him, and I thought I better not push my
luck.  It took some doing, but soon I had everything back in
place, and buttoned up.  I guess there wasn't much to say, and
I hoped Damon was quiet because he was feeling more good than
bad.  I was gaining some confidence in myself, and in him.  I
sat back, feeling great.  Damon looked over at me.

      "I guess you took care of yourself, Bud," he said,
laughing.

      "Huh?"  I looked down at my shorts--they were wet.  "Oh,
God, wow!"

      "Saves you the trouble of crawling to the back seat and
jerking off."  By then, it was getting light out.

      "I can't jerk off, remember?"

      "Oh, that's right," he said, looking at my wet spot
again, "I guess I haven't done my full duty as your big
brother.  I'll have to give you lessons.  Matt, is that a fold
in your shorts, or are you still hard?"

      "Hard."

      "Told you, you were sexy, Bud."

      I didn't say anything.  I was hoping I'd still be sexy
even when I wasn't hard.  I wanted us to talk about what had
happened to me--the older boys saying those things at camp,
and the one wanting me to suck him.

      "Damon--what those older boys did--"

      "Let's not go there Matt."

      "But I want to talk about--"

      "We will.  Just not right now, ok?"

      "Ok.  Did I make you feel good, Damon?" I said, asking
the obvious.

      "No--you made me feet great," Damon said, putting his
hand in his crotch.

      "Cool.  Are you still hard, Damon?"

      "Maybe."  Now he was pulling MY trick--being coy.  I
reached my hand over, to touch and see for myself.

      "That's a no, Matt," Damon said with a weird grin.

      I didn't touch him.  I blushed and didn't know what to
say.  We weren't really that far from home, now, and I started
thinking about dad, and how I'd be embarrassed to explain why
I was coming home early.

      "What are we gonna tell dad?"

      "We'll just tell him you were having fun but you missed
home too much, so you came back with me."

      "Yeah, I guess that's best."  It would still be
embarrassing.  Just then, we passed the reason for the
traffic--an accident, not a bad one, though.

      "You worried, Matt?"

      "Yeah--no--I was, but....  Well, I guess we'll talk
later."  I was still worried, but that could wait.

      "Good."

      "Damon, what about our chores?"

      "Matt--you just now thought of that?"

      "Well...."  I felt stupid, but I had forgotten all about
them.  There was lots to do on a farm, even a small one, like
ours.

      "Don't sweat it.  Dad's got Ken with him for the week,
and Dave."

      "Cool!"  That meant we were off the hook, at least for
the hard work.  Ken is our cousin, who lives four miles down
the road.  Dave was a hired hand that dad used, once in a
while.  I had assumed I was going home to the usual routine.
Now I had a new sense of freedom.

      "Speaking of Ken--do you want to go to his place?"
Damon sounded anxious to do that.  I wanted to go home.

      "Sure."  At least it would be just the two of us.  Our
cousin Ken was 22, and lived alone.  Ken would be busy working
with dad at our farm.  With no chance for him to go home for
lunch, we'd have his house to ourselves.  We had a standing
invitation to crash at Ken's place, anytime we wanted.  We had
a key to his house.  I should say, Damon had a key.  I tended
to lose keys.

      "Good.  We can talk there."

      For me, that put a much better light on going to Ken's
place.  I turned in my seat so I could see Damon without
having to keep twisting my neck.  He looked peaceful, so I
knew everything was ok.  There would be no heavy traffic from
here on, and that made me feel even better.  I looked at
Damon's legs.  They were strong, from playing basketball, and
that gave my brother a sexy look.

      "Damon--how did you learn about sex?"  That made him
laugh and blush a little.

      "Matt--I really don't know a lot--just stuff I hear from
the guys on the team.  You listen long enough, and you learn a
lot of things, especially sex words.  I learned about blow
jobs from a hot 14-year old.

      "You did--oh, dang, you mean me."  This made Damon
really laugh.

      "Yeah, bonehead.  Who else?"

      "No one."  I giggled.  "So--what about other things?"

      "Like what, Matt?"

      "Like, I don't know, other sex stuff.  How can we find
out about that?"

      "Greedy little runt, aren't you?"

      "I'm not a runt," I said, getting my dander up.

      "Sorry, Matt.  I don't know how to find out about that.
We can't just go to the dirty bookstore."

      "Ken goes there."

      "Yeah--what are you going to do, Matt--ask Ken to get
you a book on what to do with another guy?"

      "No," I said defensively, blushing like mad.  I left it
at that.

      "You better not.  Don't even mention sex to Ken."

      "I won't.  But he talks about it all the time.  What if
he asks me about sex with girls--like if I ever did it?"

      "You worry too much, Matt.  Just tell him you've been
thinking about it.  All guys think about sex.  I lied and told
him I was doing it with Sharon, and he never asked again.
Tell him you got your eye on the Wilson girl."

      "Marcy?  Ewww!"

      "Ok.  Tell him you've been thinking about it.  Ken won't
be there, Matt, so just forget it."

      I didn't want to think about girls, anyway.  I went on
dates with a few girls, and they all acted weird.  "Damon,
when we go home, are we gonna have to wait till real late,
like you did, before we can do anything?"

      "No, squirt.  Just put a pillow over your mouth and try
not to scream when you cum," Damon said, giving me a strange
look.

      "Oh."  I didn't know I screamed.  Then I wondered if he
was teasing me.  "Look, I'm still hard," I said, holding my
shorts so my boner would show better.

      "Yeah, well, bite the bullet, Matt.  We can't do
anything at Ken's."

      "I know."  I didn't know, but now I knew.  I counted
from one to a hundred, and then I was soft.  I was also a
little scared--wondering what Damon would say about those
other boys approaching me, and how the conversation would end
up.  By then, we were pulling up to Ken's house.

      "Ok, let's move it out, Matt," Damon said, swinging the
car door open, and suddenly doing a lazy stretch.

      "Damon, I gotta pee!"

      "Figures.  Here, take the key--and don't lose it!"

      I never answered.  I just ran.  I don't remember
unlocking a door so fast in my life.  I just made it to the
bathroom in time.  I had a good stream going when Damon came
in and did the same.

      "You're not all the way soft, yet, are you Matt?"

      I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know."

      "That's cool bro.  It's definitely longer.  A lot
thicker, too."

      That's all it took, to hear him talk like that, and up
it went.  I hated having a boner with clothes on, even though
that happened all the time.  "Damon, can we get naked?"

      "I don't know, Matt.  Well, I guess we could, but keep
your clothes by your side, and be ready to jump into them at
the sound of a car."  We stripped, and the first thing I
noticed was Damon's hardon.  Mine was aching.

      "Mmm," I said, taking my time before I let my eyes
wander from his dick to his face.

      "Don't go getting any ideas, Matt.  I'm not horny."

      "I thought if you had a boner, that meant you were
horny."

      "Yeah, well--not all the time."

      I wasn't convinced.  "I'm horny," I said.

      "I can tell, Matt."

      "Huh?"  I looked down.  "Oh, cool, I got the wet stuff!
I was wondering if I'd get it."

      "Well, you got it."

      "You're huge, Damon!"

      "You haven't seen huge.  You should see Tom Marino in
the shower."

      "You saw him hard?"

      "No, but it still looked like a club."  Damon seemed a
little annoyed, so I wondered if he got naked just to please
me.

      "Can we talk about stuff, now, Damon?"  I felt weird,
being naked at Ken's place, so I covered myself with my hands.
I was sorry I did that, because I got the wet stuff on my
hand, and had to wipe it off.

      "Yeah, Matt.  Let's dig up some food, while we do."

      "Does this wet stuff have a name?"

      "Yeah, it's called pre-cum."

      "Pre-cum.  Ok"  For once, a sex word made sense.

      We raided the refrigerator like hungry wolves.  Ken was
skinny, but he was a big eater, so there was always a lot of
food in his kitchen.  You had to stock up, in our neck of the
woods because the stores were all far away.  We dug out a
bunch of stuff, and made sandwiches.

      "Damon, do a lot of guys like other guys?"

      "I'm not sure.  Some of the guys on the team said there
were times they were so horny, they didn't mind getting a blow
job from a guy, as long as he didn't act weird about it.  I
think guys are basically sexy, but I don't feel about them
what I feel toward you.  Come here, Matt."  Damon pulled me
into a hug.

      "Mmm, that feels good."

      "I love you, Bud.  You ok, bro?"

      "Yeah, I'm fine.  Damon, what's so different about me,
all of a sudden?"

      "Different?"

      "Yeah--why did those boys talk to me about sex.  That
never happened before, not at school, not--"

      "Matt--hang on.  Just slow down.  Even if a guy was
interested in another boy, he couldn't say anything about it
in school--he'd get in trouble.  The guys closer to town
wouldn't dare--word would spread.  The guys that live up here
by us--they're all doing their girlfriends."

      "Yeah, ok, so?"

      "So--camp was different.  Guys could sneak around, in
the woods, or wherever, and say and do what they wanted--no
teachers, no parents.  Most of you guys at camp didn't know
each other, so--face it, you're cute, Matt."

      It was dawning on me.  I blushed so hard, it hurt.  I
was realizing that school and home were very protected places,
and outside those places, things were different.  "Damon, you
mean there might be guys at school who...you know...want me?"

      "Maybe.  Probably they just want to get off.  But if
they say anything, I WILL be the first to know!  You got
that?"

      "Yep.  Don't worry--you'll know right away.  I promise,
I'll tell you."

      "I know you will, Matt.  Hey, bud--your shorts, where
are they?"

      "I'll go get 'em."  I had left them in the bathroom.  I
ran in there, bent down, and grabbed them.  As I turned to
leave, my elbow hit the windowsill, knocking things to the
floor--three magazines.  When I picked them up, I realized
what I was looking at.  I ran to Damon.  "Damon, look at
this!"

      "Holy--damn!"

      "No girls in them, right?" I said, flipping through one
of the thicker ones.

      "Doesn't look like it, Bud.  Where'd you find these?"

      "On the windowsill, behind the curtain in the bathroom."

      "Not hidden real well.  I guess Ken doesn't have many
visitors.  I would never guess he was into guys, though."

      "Damon look," I said.  I'd turned the pages, and found a
picture of two men lying on their sides, sucking each other at
the same time.  I could feel myself getting warm, and my boner
let me know it was there.

      "That's hot as hell!" Damon said, as I kept my eyes
moving between the picture and his hardon.

      "Oh, God!" I said, touching myself.  My hand reached out
for Damon, as he slid to the floor.  I didn't need to be
invited.  We hugged and snuggled against each other.

      "I love you, Matt."

      "I love you a lot, Damon.  Are we gonna do what those
guys were doing in the picture?"

      "Maybe."

      We didn't.  We had been up all night, and slept for a
while.  After we woke up, we were a little crabby.  Eventually
we settled down, and stared at each other's boners and were
both fascinated, I guess.  Damon gave me lessons on how to
jerk off, and that's what we did to each other.  Mostly, we
hugged and talked about my insecurities.  Damon surprised me
and talked about some of his.  He made me feel so trusted, I
was bursting with pride.

      "I don't know, Matt--maybe we should just jerk off and
watch each other from now on."

      My heart sank.  "Ok," I said, facing away from him,
rolling on my side.

      "I want to see your face."  Damon rolled me back so I
was facing him.  "You're not happy with what I just said, are
you?"

      "No," I said forcefully, feeling the heat rise in my
face.

      Damon stared at me for a long time.  The more he looked
into my eyes, the more it seemed he was looking through me
with that far away look.

      "Crap.  I don't wanna just jerk off, either.  I don't
know why I said that, Matt."

      "I do.  It's 'cause we're both guys and you feel weird."

      "Maybe.  Maybe it's 'cause your dick is growing so fast,
I think I won't be able to handle it, pretty soon."  Damon's
arms shot out toward me in a very familiar way.

      "Ahhh!  No!  No tickling!  Ah!  Please, Damon--stop!"

      "I got you now!"

      "Nooooooooooooo!"

      And that's the way it was, that day.  A lot of new
thoughts, lots of things changing in my mind.  But, between
us, some things never changed.