Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2003 02:04:27 -0600
From: Matthew Wellesley <mattwxyz@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Post Script 4

MY BROTHER LOVES ME
A story by Matt Wellesley
POST SCRIPT 4 - (Chapter Ten)


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
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.
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THIS P.S. IS ABOUT THE REST OF MY PLAN.
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POST SCRIPT 4 - Reaching the Goal

      This was so different--our first night home in our own bed
since I'd been to camp.  The last time Damon and I slept here,
I knew nothing about sex--we just got ready for bed, got hard,
kissed, curled up, and went to sleep.  Now, I was so aware of
my body, and thinking a lot about Damon's.

      As Damon drifted off to sleep, I checked to see if he
was hard.  He was halfway hard, or halfway soft, I guess.
>From the minute I touched it, I could tell I was having an
effect on him.  That excited me--knowing I could affect him
even while he slept.  It was way too soon to put my plan into
action, though, and I wished I'd woken up sooner.  By the time
Damon's sleep got deep enough, it would be probably near
sunrise.

      After about a half hour, my brother's breathing had a
different sound to it--one I'd never heard before.  I guessed
that the Chamomile tea cocktail had taken effect, and I
decided to go on, ahead of schedule.  First, I slid out of
bed, checked that dad was sound asleep, and tiptoed to the
bathroom.  I felt weird suddenly--I was sneaking around in my
own home.

      I worked very quietly.  I remembered the steps from the
magazine article.  I got the vaseline jar out--a huge glass
jar--and I held it tight.  It would spell disaster if I
dropped it.  I wondered how old it was as I took the lid off.
Once that was done, I pushed some of the stuff up inside my
butt, then took a finger and pushed.  I thought that was
supposed to be hard to do, but it slid in ok.  I started to
feel dirty about what I was doing, but then I thought of
Damon, and that thought went away.

      After sliding one finger in and out a few times, I used
more vaseline, and tried two.  I wished I had the article with
me, because I don't think I was remembering all the steps.  I
did more pushing with two fingers, and I doubted the whole
project--it wasn't feeling sexy at all.  Then, I remembered
you were supposed to twist and wiggle your fingers.  When I
did that, it suddenly felt good.  I guess it just took time to
get warmed up.

      The pictures that went with the article showed a plastic
dick being used, and right then I knew I wasn't going to be
able to do this the way it said.  So I went to three fingers.
That's when it hurt.  I took an old towel, and stuffed some of
it inside my mouth.  If it hurt any worse, I'd be too loud and
would have to stop.  I bit down on the towel, and it worked.

      It seemed like I'd never get used to three fingers, but
I did, and went to four.  That seemed impossible, but I
thought of how good this might turn out for Damon, and kept
going.  I got into a kind of daze after a while, and what
started out to be a boring thing with my fingers up my butt
was getting exciting.

      When I went to wash my hands, it took forever to get the
stuff off.  No wonder the magazine article said that vaseline
was ok, but other stuff was better.  I'd need to see the
article again, to remember what those other things were.  In
the meantime, I thought I was ready, and slipped back into bed
with Damon--and holding the big, clumsy jar of vaseline.

      As usual, Damon was on his side.  I started to worry
about turning him over, but luck was going my way--he was more
in the middle of the bed, now, so it would be easy to roll him
on his back.  I barely touched him and he rolled.  Goals one
and two had been reached:  Get yourself ready; get the victim
in position.

      I took a lamp and set it on the floor, so the light
wouldn't wake him up.  I smiled after I turned the light on--
he was hard.  After dabbing his bone with the grease,
everything was ready.  I hid the jar, in case he woke up, so
he wouldn't see it.

      It suddenly came to me that I had no idea how to do the
next part--what position to put myself in.  I had to think
fast.  Looking at Damon, my bone throbbed, and I got an idea.
I crouched over him, guiding his dick carefully, and trying to
get my hole right on top of it.  As soon as the point of his
dick hit me, I knew I was way off.

      He grunted a little, but I didn't think it was from what
I'd just done, because I hadn't come down hard, or hurt him.
>From that one touch, I was sure I could hit the target on the
next try.  I came close--close enough.  A little sliding, and
the warm tip of my big brother's hardon was centered where I
wanted it.  All I had to do was let my legs release enough
tension that I would slide down on him.  I was shaking with
excitement, hoping this would feel good to him.

      My mood dropped instantly when I realized the tea and
cough medicine mixture might have knocked him out so well that
he might not feel anything.  I was still determined to try it.
My legs were strong from track and from working out with
Damon, so I was sure I'd have control enough to do it right.

      I slowly lowered my butt, and felt the tip of his pole.
I forgot I had to hold on to it, and it slipped away with such
a force, I thought he'd wake up.

      I just froze.  My heart pounded so loud, I couldn't hear
Damon's breathing.  Eventually, I calmed down enough to tell
he was still sleeping deeply.  I tried again.  This time, I
held onto his boner for all I was worth.  It tried to slip out
again, as I put more of my weight on it, so I grabbed it
closer to the end, and finally felt the tip start to slide in.
I could feel it stretching me, and stopped for a while, in
case I needed to adjust.  The article talked about that.

      There really wasn't much pressure, so I let myself drop
a little more, and felt the heat of him push into me.  I
realized then, that I wasn't doing this just for Damon, I was
being selfish--I wanted this--I wanted him.  I just hoped he
wanted it, too, or at least would like it.  Now it was hurting
a little so I stopped again, and soon it was ok.  I took a
deep breath, knowing that I had to go for it, and let myself
down another inch or so.  That was when the pain got terrible,
and I shouted as I lifted completely off him.  I must have
blushed badly--I was terrified the noise would wake him up.

      I didn't have the towel to put in my mouth, so I used my
tee shirt, stuffing as much of it in as possible.  The process
of doing that calmed me down enough to see that Damon was
still sleeping.  I was never so thankful in my life.

      As disappointed as I was about my first try, I knew I
had to keep at it.  I managed to get deeper on the second and
third try, but the pain stopped me, each time.  I'd no sooner
start to feel sexy and hope this would feel good to him, when
the sharp pain took away those good feelings.

      I actually hung my head--not just disappointed, but
ashamed I couldn't take it, that I couldn't please my brother,
and I began to feel like a wimp.  I felt a tear slip down my
cheek as I looked at Damon--the greasy mess I'd made on his
dick, and that dark sense of failure growing inside me.

      That's when I remembered I had something I could use.
The thought snapped me out of my funk.  I didn't need a
plastic penis to practice with--I had a jar about the right
size, a small, round one.

      I flew out of bed, having forgotten about waking Damon,
and got back to the bathroom.  I did go back and check on him
after I realized I'd been careless--but so far, no real sign
of life.  Back in the bathroom, I greased the jar.  My hands
were shaking with excitement, but I tried not to get my hopes
too high.  So far, my plan had flopped, and all I had to show
for it was a sore butt and a sleeping brother.

      I started to feel guilty that maybe I had made the tea
too strong, and had drugged him.  I swallowed hard at that
thought.  In my mind, I could see headlines, "Fourteen-year-
old boy arrested for drugging older brother."  I soon shook
off that thought.

      Taking the jar, I pushed and pushed until I thought it
wouldn't work, when the jar popped in.  Surprisingly, I took
it ok.  It was almost as big around as Damon, and I wondered
what made the difference--what made it easier, now.  About an
inch of it was in me.  I smiled for the first time in a long
while, feeling like I'd finally accomplished something.  I
kept at it, and soon I was the proud owner of a plastic jar in
my gut.  I pushed it in as far as my fingers would make it go.
I was thinking it was up there higher than Damon would get,
but I wasn't sure.  I also wasn't sure if I was supposed to
work the jar in and out, like I did with my fingers, but I
thought it was worth a try.

      As I went for the jar deep inside me, I panicked.  I
couldn't get to it.  I had pushed it up out of reach.  I
stretched my fingers till my hand hurt, but it was no use.  I
was scared to death and started to shake again.  I wiggled,
tried to squeeze it out, and even jumped up and down--but it
didn't budge.  I was frightened to the max, and logic went out
the window.

      With nothing but animal fear pushing me forward, I
forced myself to do SOMETHING.  I got an old toothbrush, and
pushed the jar in, more.  Then I kicked myself for making such
a dumb move--and making things worse.

      Then, I thought if I could stretch myself more, the
wider opening would make the jar come out.  As soon as my
fingers touched the walls of my insides, the jar shot itself
into the toilet.  It was weird, celebrating a splash, but
that's how I felt.  I thought of quitting, but then I would
think of Damon's face in front of me, and I knew I had to do
this.

      I walked back to the bedroom, greasy hands and all.  I
was relieved to see Damon still on his back.  He'd gone soft,
but I could fix that.

      It crossed my mind to try just blowing on it, to see if
that could make him hard, then I thought this is no time to
get fancy.  I rubbed gently with my fingers, and was not
disappointed.  I was rewarded with a nice, hot, hard brother
dick, and I wasted no time stuffing my mouth with the tee
shirt.

      I decided to go for it.  I crouched, facing him, plunged
myself down, and the first inch or so popped in.  I grit my
teeth because it hurt, but I guess I'd loosened up enough that
it wasn't half as bad as I thought it would be.

      Success! I thought to myself.  "Yeah," I whispered, as I
started to slide down more.  I sank into him slowly, letting
each stage of pain fade away, before going deeper.  So far,
this was all work and no fun--until I coughed.  The cough made
me lose control, and I suddenly had more than half my big
brother's bone stuck inside me--and it didn't hurt that bad--
there was a good feeling with it.  I reached for the
mattress to steady myself, wondering if I should pull out,
that maybe I was stretched too much and didn't know it.

      I decided to pull back a little and started pumping
slowly, after convincing myself that I wasn't damaging
anything, or it would hurt more.  I was dizzy with the thrill
I was feeling, and half dazed, when the thought occurred to me
that this must be feeling good to Damon.  I was focused on
him, now.

      "Oh, fuck!" I heard, and was scared out of my wits.  It
was Damon!  I thought I would die.  I'd heard my brother cuss,
only very little, but never, 'Oh, fuck.'  I closed my eyes and
waited for catastrophe to surround me, hoping I could have a
quick death.

      I thought I'd shake myself into the ground along with
the bed, when I realized Damon wasn't really awake.  I was
determined to keep stroking, with the hope that by not making
a change, he wouldn't notice anything.  I was wrong.  After a
minute, he turned his head and looked right at me.

      "Matthew--oh, my God!" he said, his voice rising sharply
to a scream on the last word.  With my next downstroke, he
impaled me totally.  Something had made him slide in easily,
all of a sudden.  I could feel his balls on my butt.  Then it
hit me--he was cumming, and his stuff was making him slide
right in!

      I can't describe the heavenly sounds Damon made then,
but I knew my work had all paid off.  It was like riding a
bucking bronco, and it was all I could do to try to move with
him, so he wouldn't slip out.  I almost lost my balance,
catching myself with my hand as I started to fall backwards.
That's when I saw stars--not of pain--of pure thrill.  The end
of his dick pressed sideways, and my insides glowed with
pleasure I didn't think possible.

      "Damon!  Oh, God!"

      "Matt, yeah...OH!"

      Somehow, I got my hand to my dick and stroked for my
life.  I'd never felt such a good feeling, and I had this
strong urge to cum.  And I did.  I watched it squirt on
Damon's chest, about the time he was winding down.  The
muffled sound of my cries must have made him curious, because
he turned to see me.  His body was heaving for breath, and we
were both sweaty.

      "Oh, shit, Matt--that's incredible!  Crap, I'm drained."

      I could tell he was drained as I came out of the spell
of my cum--his arms fell to the bed.  He was limp.

      My hands had been on automatic, rubbing his back and
shoulders until my one hand got busy.  Now, both hands were on
him again, making him moan into his pillow.

      "Damon, oh, God--oh, God--I came!  Damon--how did it
feel?"

      "I can't tell you how...good that felt, Matt," he said
breathlessly, "Just......damn good......way good, man."  By
this time I was leaning back, supporting my weight on the
backs of my legs.  He turned toward me, watching my dick throb
as my body slowly lost its tremble.  Then he laughed.  I was
a little deflated by that, but even more curious.  At least he
wasn't mad at me.

      "What the hell do you have in your mouth, Matt?"

      I pulled the t-shirt out, in a hurry.  "Oh!  Sorry,
Damon."

      "Don't be sorry Matt--what you just did for me..." he
said, as his head fell back to the pillow and he had the most
beautiful smile, "...was so awesome."

      I let myself fall forward, and was soon on top of him,
hugging.  "Mmm, Damon.  I'm so--oh, man, this feels so good."

      "I never came this strong, Matt.  What you did was
amazing."

      I was beaming with pride.  I lost the sense of victory--
overcome with the happy thought that I'd made him feel so
good.  "Hey, Damon?  You're not mad I woke you up?"

      "I'm not mad at ALL, Matt.  You were fantastic."

      "First I was scared to wake you up.  Then I was afraid
you were so sound asleep that you wouldn't wake up, and--"

      "Well--I wasn't asleep, Matt," Damon said softly.

      "What?  Yes you were, I could tell."

      "I read that same article, bonehead!"

      "Oh, my God!" I said, sitting up in bed, my hand to my
mouth.  "But--what about the tea?"

      "I didn't drink that stuff.  I poured in the vase when
you turned around to get your cup."

      "No--I watched you drink it."

      "Yeah--pretending with an empty cup.  Pretty good, huh?"

      "Good?  Damon, you don't know what I went through, to--"

      "Yeah, I know, Matt.  I know, baby," Damon said, pulling
me close to him.  "And you'll never have to do that again."

      "Damon, no.  Didn't you like it?"

      "I don't mean it that way, Matt--I mean, just wake me up
next time."

      "Oh."

      "Oh.  You're funny Matt.  You thought after all that, I
didn't want to do it again?"

      "Well...."

      His kiss soothed me, and his tongue made everything all
right as it twisted its way around mine.

      "You did it again, Matt."

      "What?"

      "First, you showed me what a blow job is, now you taught
me what...what this...what it's like to be inside you.  Matt,
you're awesome.  I don't think you know it."

      It hit me like a ton of bricks.  Why was I so dense?
Why didn't I think of that while it was happening?  Damon had
been inside my body!  A wave of joy took over my mind.

      I know he felt my tears running down his shoulder,
because he just ran his hands through my hair, and whispered
wonderful things to me.