Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 13:28:21 -0600 From: Matthew Wellesley Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Post Script 3 MY BROTHER LOVES ME A story by Matt Wellesley POST SCRIPT 3 - (Chapter Nine) 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. _________ I'll ANSWER all email. I hope more people email me. MattWxyz@hotmail.com _________ THE POST SCRIPTS Basically, Chapter Six ended our story, the way I wanted to tell it. In keeping it short, I left things out. To fill in the gaps, from time to time, I'm including some of my afterthoughts, things that are happening now, or miscellaneous scenes that were left out. 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. _________ THIS P.S. IS ABOUT MY PLAN, AND ANOTHER SPECIAL DISCOVERY. THIS WILL SPILL OVER INTO POST SCRIPT 4. _________ POST SCRIPT 3 - A New Goal Never before did the word 'love' spin around in my head like it did then. 'I love you,' 'lover,' and 'falling in love' blended together until I was almost numb from it all. Eventually, the car was packed, Ken's magazines were put back on the windowsill in the bathroom, and we drove home. It was a short trip, although those four miles seemed to take forever. "Damon, it feels so good to see the house," I said, as we went up the long driveway and home was in sight. My face was tight with a smile. I guess Damon couldn't relate. I was the one who felt like I'd been away forever. Memories from camp flashed through my head, but those were like a dream from a long time ago, even though they all happened in the last few days. "If your face is any clue, I'd say you were happy, Matt." "Yep." "Well, Bud, it looks like we won't get to see Ken." Dad's pickup was the only thing in the driveway. Damon pulled off to the side like he always did, so dad wouldn't be blocked in. I looked at Damon. Even though we'd slept, I was still tired. Damon looked as tired as I felt. We went inside. What floored me as I walked in the door was a whole table full of food--it looked like it came from a caterer. Damon and I glanced at each other. "Hi, dad! Happy to see me?" I said, as I hugged him. "Course I am. Always happy to see both of you." "Hey pop--what's up with the food?" Damon asked with his usual casual tone, one he used a lot with dad. While he bent to hug dad, I kept my eyes on Damon's butt, being careful not to let dad see what I was doing. "Your uncle Fredrick came through." "Huh?" "What?" "He paid me back. Loaned him ten grand about eight years ago. Never thought I'd see my money." "Wow! That's cool!" "Yeah, great, pop. So uh, what are you gonna do with--" "Don't go gettin' any fancy ideas, son. That's going straight to the bank for your college education. This food is the one splurge." "College?" I said, like I had tasted something bad, "that's so far in the fut--" Damon shot me a look that could kill, and I shut up. Dad smiled at Damon, knowing full well the message Damon had just sent me. "I'm spending some to fix what needs fixin,' but that's all." "Gonna fix the fence, dad?" I asked. "No--you boys are. I'm buyin' the lumber tomorrow." We both knew better than to say a word in response. We looked at dad and nodded. It would be a big job, but with me and Damon working together, it would go quick, and probably be fun. I headed for the pantry and tripped over my duffel bag, almost falling on my face. I caught myself with my hands, probably avoiding a broken nose. "Matt!" Damon yelled. "You ok?" "Son, are you all right? What's the matter with you?" dad said, standing up, ready to help me. "I'm ok. I guess I forgot it was there," I said, blushing and looking down at the duffel bag. "Be careful, bonehead." I heard the concern in Damon's voice, and blushed more, thinking of all that happened with us in the last few days. I knew this was the time dad and Damon would talk, and I could snoop around the pantry. They would probably talk about me and camp. Even though dad talked with me, more than Damon, he talked with Damon first, when anything real serious came up. I went looking for Chamomile tea, a definite must for my plan to work. I got the idea from one of Ken's magazines. I found we did have some of that tea, and grinned. Then, I brought in all our stuff from the car, and put it in our room. I had to pee, and while in the bathroom, I found the cough medicine I was looking for--another thing I needed for my plan to work. I was folding and putting away the last few things when Damon came into our bedroom. "Hey squirt, what's up?" That was Damon's usual greeting, but this time it took on a new meaning. I started to get hard. "Well, something's getting up. What about you?" I said. I really wanted it to sound sexy, but it came out sounding dirty, and I was embarrassed. I was amazed, too--and proud of myself. I had made Damon blush. Damon just gave me a blank look, staring, red-faced. "God, Damon--you look so cute that way----sexy," I said, thinking he was totally aware of the color of his face. That was another word I was really starting to like using--'sexy.' I thought Damon might be clueless of what 'way' I was talking about, but he smiled--maybe because of MY blush, maybe because of what I'd said. "Oh, I do, huh?" Damon flashed a big grin, and I stared at his flashy teeth. He walked over to me, and we stood nose to nose, his head bent down to mine. "Yep, you do," I said confidently. "And what would my baby brother know about 'sexy'?" he said as his smile widened. "Well, this hot sixteen-year-old showed me a lot of stuff--" His kiss cut me off. I got brave and stuck my tongue right into his mouth. "Mmm," Damon said, pulling away, "he must have taught you good, because that felt great, and, uh...well, look at this, bro," he said proudly. At that point, Damon pulled off his shorts, and I saw this nice tent in his boxers. He stood with his arms at his sides, with a cocky grin on his face. I guess he knew what I would do. I reached for his tentpole. Damon rubbed my sides, then wrapped his hand around my naked boner. We moaned and made little sounds for a while, then Damon slid down to my neck and licked me there. It tickled. "Ah, no! Damon, it tickles!" I guess that inspired him. In seconds, his fingers dug into me and tortured my ribs. So much for feeling sexy. By the time he finished with me, I was convulsing on the bed, trying to catch my breath. Damon put on a pair of my briefs, which was really weird, then he put on some old, loose shorts. "Hey, Bud, you better find some of your old tighter briefs, and put them on." "Why, Damon?" "'Cause--it's boner city, now, with you and me. I don't want dad seeing." "He's seen us that way, tons of times," I said, quickly losing confidence in myself, and feeling very much the baby brother. "Yeah...but it's different now." "Ok." I stripped and went looking for my old underwear, finally found some, and put on a pair of briefs that would definitely let me know my balls were there, not liking this at all. "Matt, you're still hard as a rock," he said, as I turned to answer him. "Well," I said, looking down at myself, then grinning up at him sheepishly. "Matt--no...no, we can't...not right now." Just then, I heard dad's truck pull out of the driveway. "When, then?" "I'll show you when," Damon said, grabbing me. He put me over his lap, and exposed my butt. I looked forward to another butt rub, but he spanked me, instead. It stung more than hurt, and I was secretly enjoying the attention. My confidence was coming back, fast, and I decided to put my acting talents to work. "Ah! Ow! No, stop--Damon, ow!! It hurts! Ooo." "No it doesn't. You're faking." So much for my acting ability--and my confidence. I wondered why Damon picked this moment to do this. I started doubting myself, thinking maybe I HAD done something wrong. "Yep, Damon, it feels really good," I said, trying to tease him. "Oh yeah?" he said, as his hand came smashing down, full force on my butt. That was the last smack. His hand still rested on my well-warmed butt cheek. We were both quiet for a while. I didn't want to complain, in spite of the pain, which faded fast. Now, it just felt warm and good. His hand felt better than ever. Damon turned me over, and put me on the bed, staring into me. I had a weak smile on my face--I wasn't sure what he was feeling, then. His finger traced a zigzag path on my face, and all over my chest. Then he rubbed my nose with the point of his finger. My hand reached up, and I rubbed his chest. He smiled. I wanted so much to ask him why he spanked me, just now, but I didn't. It really wasn't much of a spanking, anyway. I also wanted to ask if we could do something, now that dad had left, but I knew he was in control, and I sensed it would be better to wait until he made the first move. "How's your butt feel, squirt?" "Fine." "Just 'fine'?" "Feels warm--good." "Cool." Nothing was said after that. Damon went into the bathroom, and I heard the shower run. Seconds later, he was back in the bedroom, looking at me. "What?" I said, feeling self-conscious, and laughing. "Come on, Matt," Damon said, taking his clothes off. He wanted me with him in the shower. I was shocked--a good shock, and pulled off my tight briefs. I ran for the bathroom before he'd have a chance to change his mind. Stepping under the water with him, I was tempted to run my hands all over him, but I remembered I'd told myself to wait. We didn't wash each other, but it was fun with my boner poking his wet slippery skin as we washed, one behind the other, and moved past each other, several times, to rinse. Mostly it was his huge hardon that poked me, being his was so much bigger. I was rinsed and done, leaning against the wall with the shower head on it, staring at Damon as he finished up. By then, he'd gone soft, but not me. I'd hoped against hope, but sure enough, as he studied my eyes, Damon got hard again. I didn't know what to say, but I guess my face did the talking for me. Damon smiled. "See, I told you, I get hard, looking at you." "Yep," I said, grinning ear to ear. "You just get hard, squirt." "Well..." I said, blushing, wondering if I'd be hard all the time, now, "I'm looking at your body, what do you expect? You look better than Tommy Jenkins." Tommy was the quarterback for our football team. He was known as having the build to die for, according to all the girls. "You like him?" Damon's question hit me like a slap. "Huh? Oh! No, um...I really didn't mean--" "It's ok, Matt. Don't sweat it." "I don't think of other guys the way I think of...I mean, I didn't think of that until--" "Hey, stop it, baby. It's ok. I know what you mean," Damon said, pulling me into a hug. "Damon?" "What?" "I like when you call me baby, now." "Oh, ya do, huh?" "Yeah." Damon seemed nervous--like he was afraid to do sex with me, all of a sudden. I wondered about that, and looked at him. I guess he knew what I was thinking. "Come on, squirt. Let's get out of this bathroom and take a look at that fence." "Fence?" I said, feeling my eyebrows get all twisted. "Come on," he said, knowing full well I knew what he was talking about. Damon was fun, but when there was work to do, he got real serious. Even though we'd looked at the broken part of the fence a million times, he had to see it again, to figure out how we'd fix it. That was just Damon's way. The part of the fence that was broken was close to the house, and it looked worse to me, now that I was looking at it, up close. "It looks bad, Damon." "Not really, Matt. If we cut the wood, just right, six pieces will do it. We'll have it fixed in no time." "What about the post-hole digger?" "We better check it out. Probably needs oiling." I was sorry I'd mentioned it. When we got to the barn and found it, I was even sorrier. It was badly rusted, so it would need a good sanding down, besides oiling. We got busy with the sandpaper--me on one side of the thing, and Damon on the other. I think I looked at my brother more than I sanded, but we finally had it ready to go. Damon oiled it. "Why'd we take a shower before coming out here and doing this?" I'd worked up a sweat, and Damon was soaked, himself. He just looked up at me and grinned. "We can take another one, if you want." I was thinking, 'We? Again?' I just smiled back at him. This was going to be fun. If this was what it felt like to be falling in love, I wanted it to go on, forever. When we got back to the house, the food was still out, and we ate like pigs. It was a favorite of all of us-- Bratwurst and sauerkraut. "Man, that was good, Bud, don't you think?" "Awesome. I wonder where it came from." "I don't know. I'll ask dad. Speakin' of dad...." "Yeah, where'd he go?" It was unusual for dad to leave the house after supper. "Damon--do you think maybe he didn't eat a lot--that maybe Ken and Dave did most of the eating?" "Nah, I doubt it. Let's go watch TV." "TV? Damon, are you sure?" "Yeah, I'm sure, squirt." That brought a smile to my face, even though I thought of what Damon went through, the day he saved me from drowning. "Wow, this'll be so cool!" I was excited. We didn't take out arms from around each other when dad walked in. Not right away, anyhow. It was strange that dad came in from the back. We always used the front door. Another thing that surprised me was that Damon made no move to get up and greet dad, something we always did. Even when one of us left for a short errand, you always greeted whoever was coming home. "Stay here, squirt," Damon said, pushing his hand down, hard, on my leg." Now I knew something was up. I didn't have to wait long to find out what. Dad and Damon came into the living room, and dad handed me a box. On the wrapper was written, 'Love, dad.' "My chain!" I screamed, as I tore the box open. It was a bicycle chain, and dad had used some of the money to buy it for me. I'd been without my bike for a while, now. It was an expensive imported bike, a gift from my Aunt Lois, and parts for it cost way more than the usual ones. After giving dad a hug and kiss, I was so excited, I did the same to Damon. "You were in on this," I said to Damon, "weren't you?" "No, not me," he said--an obvious lie. Damon just smiled. "Thanks dad," I said. "I thought you might need a boost after leaving camp, so soon." "Thanks," I said again, not knowing what else to say. I turned to my brother. "Thanks, Damon." Dad was staring. "Did you boys get any sleep? Or did you play around all day?" dad said with a smirky grin, like Damon's. Suddenly, 'play around' had a new meaning. I blushed and turned away, pretending to cough. "We slept some," Damon said. "Yeah, some. A five-minute nap, and you were in that pond, I'll bet." You couldn't fool dad, and there was no use trying. "You boys get your butts up to bed, right now. Busy day tomorrow." "Yes, sir," Damon said. He spoke for both of us. Dad always said 'busy day tomorrow' like it would be different from any other day. I wondered if Ken and Dave would be here tomorrow, then I remembered Damon said they'd be here for the week. I wanted to know what our chores would be, if any, but I didn't dare ask. I figured we'd find out when the time came. We said goodnight. Damon and I ran up the stairs as I became more excited about putting my plan into action. Once in the room, we stripped in record time, and crawled into bed. We really didn't need a shower, and as I snuggled to Damon's back, the mixed scent of sweat and shampoo from Damon's hair was making me throb. At that moment, Damon turned over, and his hand went for my boner. "Mmm," I said, feeling his pole press into me, and his hot hand on my bone. "This definitely has grown again," Damon said, shaking my dick. "You're horny, aren't you?" "Um...yeah" "'Um'--as if you had to think about it." "Well...." I said, as Damon slid down and took me into his mouth. His mouth squeezed my hardon. "Ah! Damon, mmm." His mouth was fire to my little boner. As his hands reached up to my chest, I knew what would happen soon. Fireworks went off behind my closed eyes as I came in Damon's mouth. His hands went under me and lifted my back as I finished. He licked gently, and cleaned me up. Each stroke of his tongue made me jump. "God, you're beautiful," he said, half moaning with his dreamy sound. I knew that sound. I wasn't able to say much, just then. "Mm! Damon, ohh." Damon picked that time to lick my balls, something he hadn't done to me yet. "Uh! Ohh, oh, oh...." Now I knew what that felt like when I did that to him, back at camp. Damon slipped his lips back down on my bone, and I almost couldn't stand it. He kept me in his mouth a long time. He was so still, I thought maybe he fell asleep. "Yeah," Damon said, finally pulling away, "So hot." "Damon that was awesome. Do I still taste good?" "Yeah, Matt. You taste great." "Can I taste you, now?" I said. "I guess--well, if you want to, you can." "Come on, Damon!" I said, shoving my elbow into his ribs, "Don't you want me to?" "Yeah, I do, Matt. I want you to. A lot." His fingers ran through my hair, then slid so softly over my shoulders, he gave me the shivers. "Mmm," I said, as my head moved down, and a warm, hard thing entered my mouth. I tilted my head so I could see his face. "Ah, yeah!" Damon moaned, putting a pillow over his mouth--but not before I saw his look of pure bliss. That excited me. "Mmm," I said with my mouth partly opened, which made my tongue vibrate suddenly. Damon made a strange squeaking sound. What could be wrong? As I started to get scared, my brother shot into my mouth. Damon grabbed me like he was holding on for his life, then squirmed and moaned. The strength in his legs was awesome--they tossed me around, and it felt wonderful knowing I could make him feel so good just by doing this. My hands were all over him, and I thought I would join him, because my dick throbbed. I was too busy rubbing and counting. Nine shots. I did join him in his happy moaning, making him shout more. I thought he tasted even better than before as I swallowed the last of him. I almost came again when it hit me that a part of him was in my stomach now. That was a great feeling. When it was over, we came down from our high, and I noticed he was holding me by my hair. I guess he didn't want me to pull away, but I wasn't going to, anyway. After we caught our breath, we hugged and squirmed and moaned. It's weird--I discovered the sounds of your breathing can say things in a second that would take longer in words. I understood his feelings, listening to those sounds, and I was sure he understood me, too. "Matthew...mmm." I loved when Damon called me that. "Have you been practicing? That was awesome." "Yeah, sort of--I practice in my head, all the time." "Oh, God, man," he said, gulping, still catching his breath. Damon barely lifted his head, kissing me again, then he fell back into the pillow like he ran out of gas. I was definitely tired, myself, but I was determined to wake up later, and put my plan into action. That was my last thought as we drifted off to sleep, with me smiling at the taste of my brother. Sure enough, I woke up. The clock said 3 a.m. I had to think fast. I knew if I just got out of bed, he would wake up. I rubbed his chest, not knowing if that would wake him up or not, but I wanted to talk to him before I went downstairs. I sat up in bed. "Hmm?" he said. "Hi, Damon." "Wha...what are you doing up, Matt?" he said with a slow heavy sound to his voice. "Damon, I gotta go downstairs a sec," I said. I slid out of bed and flew toward the door before he could answer. "Mmm......ok," I heard, as I passed through the doorway. I didn't think he really knew what was happening, which was fine with me Downstairs, I made the Chamomile tea for Damon, and a regular tea for myself. I was afraid I'd get the cups mixed up, so I left the tea bag in Damon's cup, thinking, the stronger the better. The next stop was the bathroom, where I added a little cough syrup to Damon's tea. The magazine I read at Ken's house explained how it worked. The Chamomile tea relaxed you a lot. Adding cough syrup made it stronger, and the two together would put you to into a deep sleep for a few hours. I crossed my fingers that this would work. "What's this?" Damon asked, waking up a little more, "Tea?" "Yeah--I wanted to celebrate. You made me feel so good." "That makes two of us, Bud." Tea wasn't exactly the usual thing to drink at our house, but I think Damon just took it in stride that I was happy and wanted to do something special. At first, I was afraid he was too sleepy to drink it all, but we talked, and he finished his tea. We curled up together, and now, all I had to do was wait.