Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2003 19:29:39 -0600
From: Matthew Wellesley <mattwxyz@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Post Script 5

MY BROTHER LOVES ME
A story by Matt Wellesley
POST SCRIPT 5 - (Chapter 11)


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 POST SCRIPT CONTINUES FROM THE PREVIOUS ONE
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POST SCRIPT 5 - Another New Discovery

      The silence was sweet as we held each other, not really
caring about the time.  I never felt so secure in my brother's
arms.  I knew that what I'd done was a way of loving him, but
now, I felt loved more than ever before--a deep sense of his
love washed over me.  Damon's words brought me out of my spell.

      "Did it hurt?"

      "No," I said, lifting my head from his shoulder and
wiping the last of my tears, "not really."

      "Matt--I was awake, remember?"

      "Um, yeah."  I sat up, my back to him.

      "Um, yeah, my foot.  I could tell it hurt."

      "Not bad, though--all I had to do was stop and wait, and
it was fine.  When I loosened up, it felt good.  Then, when
you came, it felt really good."

      Damon put his chin on my shoulder.  I wasn't sure he'd
been listening.  He got very quiet.  In my mind's eye, he was
pensive.  "I love you, Matt."

      I turned my head to see him.  "I love you so much,
Damon."

      Damon pushed me back, so I was lying down.  Then he got
on top of me.  "Yeah, Bud, I know you do.  And I know it hurt
more then you're saying."

      "No, Damon--I practiced."

      "Practiced?"

      "Yeah," I said, grinning and looking up at him, "with a
jar, in the bathroom."

      "Oh, is that what you did in there?  I know it was hard
for you.  You're such a sweet lover."  That's when I noticed
his face looked wet.

      Lover.  There was that wonderful word again, and he was
talking about ME.  "Damon, I'm just so glad you liked--"

      His lips cut my words short.  It was a long kiss.  Then,
a hundred little kisses, and I felt a tingle in my gut with
each one.  I wanted to ask my brother for all kinds of details
--what he thought, how it felt--but I couldn't, just then.

      I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, trying to get
all of his body to touch mine.  He was kissing my neck, now,
and it didn't tickle.  When he got down to my chest, he kissed
his way across, and when he kissed my nipple, I jumped.

      "Whoa!" Damon said, "Way big reaction, here."

      "I love your kisses, Damon, but when you kissed there,
it felt so good."

      "Yeah," he said excitedly, "I could tell."  And he did
it more, I don't know how many times.  He soon had me grunting
as he went from one nipple to the other.  I wondered if it was
supposed to feel that good to be kissed there, or if it was
just me.

      "Let me kiss YOU there."  I was surprised at my own
voice.  I sounded so bossy, I blushed.

      Damon flipped us over, and I gave his nipple a long,
sucking kiss.  This made my brother vibrate the whole bed.  I
felt his hardness poking into me.  That put a surge through my
body.  But I kept kissing that nipple, in short bursts, now.
"Oh, oh, God!" he said, like he was in a new world of amazing
feelings.

      This was as exciting as sucking him--I'd found a new
thing I could do that felt good to him.  I looked at his cute
face--he was definitely in another world, a good one.  When he
arched his back, I thought maybe it was too much for him, so I
stopped.  "Good?" I asked softly.

      "Ummm, yeah, I'll say.  You're incredible Matt.  I can't
tell you how great it felt when you...when I was inside you."

      "Felt good to me too.  Tell me how it felt to you."

      "It felt good to you, Matt?  How?"

      "Well...once we got going, it was......this warm, full
feeling, and like I had to cum.  Then, once in a while like a
huge wave of wonderful feelings came inside me.  I loved it."

      "Wow.  For me, what you did...it was the best feeling I
ever had, Matt.  And you know--"

      "Really, Damon?  The best?" I said, sitting up.

      "It was like, ten times better then when you suck me."

      I grabbed Damon into a hug.  That was the greatest thing
I could hear, right then.  "Damon, I'm so happy you--"

      "And you know what the best part was?"

      "Not really."

      "All the work, the sweat you went through, to do that
for me.  I had to bite my lip to keep quiet, and you did it so
good, Matt."

      I just blushed, feeling overwhelmed.  We looked into
each other, finding new thoughts as the vibrations of sight
did what our voices couldn't do.  "Now, I'm glad you were
awake.  Did you watch?"

      "I peeked a few times, Matt.  Mostly, I closed my eyes
and felt how much you loved me--wanting this.  It was like I
was dreaming, even though I knew I wasn't.  To want me inside
you like that, I mean--I said I came harder, but......it was
better.  Way more intense.  And......there was something
amazing...like being inside you was the most important......
greatest....  God, Matt!  Like I was a part of you, and you
gave that to me.  Hey--I see those tears."

      What Damon just said took me to the clouds.  I was out
of breath.  He hugged gently.  A lot of what he'd said was how
I felt.  Having him in me was the most awesome thing that had
ever happened to me.  I had no idea how strong those feelings
would be.  And I could tell, for Damon, it wasn't just cumming
that felt good--he was having the same feelings I had.  That
was even better.

      Damon lay on his back, now, inviting me for a kiss.  As
I put myself on top of him, the heat and hardness of him
pressed into me before I was fully on him.  I let myself float
on his strong body, which felt very warm to me.  I had visions
of the magazine article we both had read--those pictures of
two guys going at it and really enjoying themselves.

      "I think you want to do it again, Damon."

      My brother just took over.  He sat up, taking me with
him, and with a few quick moves, had me on my back.  He was
lifting my legs before I knew what he was doing.  He reached
back and found the jar I had hidden.  Then, I knew for sure he
wanted this again.  My whole body shook.

      I sat up a little as he got himself ready.  I touched
his balls, and slid my fingers up the tight thickness of his
hardon, which felt stiffer and thicker than it ever felt
before.  As I let myself drop back to the bed, his hands
brushed my nipples, and I moaned in soft bursts.

      When I felt the tip of his dick at my hole, I inhaled
suddenly, and let out a huge sigh.  I was dizzy with the
excitement that he really wanted me.  That HE was going
to do this, now.  My brother was going to make love to me.

      I waited and waited, feeling Damon's hot, wet hardness
against my opening--hoping something would happen soon.  I
looked up.  I wondered how long he'd been staring at me.

      "You're so beautiful, Matt."

      It was quiet, then.  I could hear those words, over and
over, like they were echoing.  All I could think of was how
beautiful Damon was, and how much he cared, and loved me.  I
was going to tell him to go ahead, but then I didn't.

      Damon seemed so happy, with his hands roaming my body,
and his dick nestled against me.  His breathing got much
faster, and that excited me.  I closed my eyes as my breath
quickened with his, and I moaned while my butt did it's own
thing, and moved toward him, just a little.

      "Oh, yes," he said softly, as he pushed himself in.

      "Damon, yes!"  He wasn't in by much, but I was encasing
his manhood, and I burst into a wave of pleasure that made it
impossible to talk.  I had to see him.  I opened my eyes.  His
were right there, looking at me.

      "Matt!  Oh, Matthew," he said in his dreamiest voice, as
he pushed again, and slid into me faster than I'd imagined.

      And it didn't hurt.  If there were lights inside my
body, they all went on at that moment.  I shut my eyes
tightly, and thrilled to the sound and feel of him.  He stayed
buried inside me for a long time, while the two of us spoke in
breaths and moans.  "Yes!"

      "Oh, yeah!"  He was pulling back a lot slower than when
he went in, like he was testing me.  He pushed forward again,
very slowly.

      To me, it was a giving that compared to nothing else.  A
part of Damon's body, his life, had entered me, as if he were
saying, 'Here I am, I trust you with my life and I give it
to you.'  I was glowing with fiery joy.  We looked at each
other, and he must have read my face--how happy I was, and how
good it was feeling.

      I guess that's why he sped up.  I felt the hot strength
of the tip of him probe deep into me, and the width of him
stretch me.  I wanted to shout, it felt so good.  Now, my eyes
were riveted on his body--the fluid motions of his hips and
his tight muscles, as he drove his love into me.

      My arms reached out and my fingers dug into his back,
now shiny with sweat. "Damon, ah, God, it's so good," I said,
as he started to pound me.

      I was sweating by then, myself--thrilled with the way
he was making me feel.  I suddenly became aware of our little
noises--the squish as he lifted himself, the slap as he
slammed back into me.  Each sound hit my ears and shot through
me with stunning waves of pleasure--the hot sensations in my
body, and my happiness that Damon was feeling such pleasure
from me.  He stretched his body frantically, and kissed me,
pushing his tongue in.

      It was then that I focused on my brother's penis.  He
was inside me!--sliding and pressing himself in, making such
sounds of pure joy.  And where he was pressing loomed large in
my mind.  It was like I had a whole new part of me that never
existed before, and I was overwhelmed with flashes of thought
that such fantastic feelings were being given and received at
the same time--my passageway giving pleasure to my brother,
and his hardness giving it back to me.

      He kept ramming and pounding, with the sweat from his
face showering my chest.  My moans were cut short as each
impact forced air from me.  We were answering each other's
moans when he began to move faster, more determined.  To feel
and see and hear his excitement mounting sent shudders all
through me.  I felt his weight shift, and his hands shot
forward.

      Damon pinned my arms to the bed, holding them down at
the wrists.  He had taken me over.  I could feel his power
over me.  The first time, I'd initiated it, but he needed to be
the one to overcome me, to subdue me.  I was his, now, in a
way I never was before.

      In a sense, I was powerless, unable to move--his hips
pinned the lower half of me, and his hands locked my arms
tightly to the mattress.  I was dizzy from the sounds of his
incredible breaths, our moans, our bodies pressing and
separating in a strong, steady rhythm, his strangely sweet
scent mixing with mine--I was overcome.

      I yielded to him--to his strength, his need, his perfect
body moving gracefully and making me feel his strength with
every slap of our bodies and each plunge of his dick--now
hungry, not just to cum, but hungry for me.  His power told me
that, with each increasingly potent thrust.

      Damon's chest and shoulders flowed now, in a kind of
muscular dance, as if the pleasure he was feeling had to spill
over into his whole body.  I thought, while I totally
submitted to him, gladly wanting him to take me however he
wanted, letting him control my body as he took pleasure from
it, that I had a kind of power over him, too--that my body and
my love for him were making him do this, as much as he was
doing it, himself, and as much as he loved me.

      Even though this was new to me, I could tell when he was
going to cum--as if some built-in instinct made itself known.
And he came in great, heaving, electric jolts.  He shouted and
jammed himself into me so intensely, he was reshaping my
insides, and I loved it.

      Somehow, through the fireworks of his cumming, his hand
reached for my bone, and he stroked me.

      "Oh, God," he said, between urgent breaths as I felt
his male juices stream into me, "Matt......you...came...
...already...Ahhh!"

      And there were surges of him, so powerful--the feel of
his hot fire shooting itself deep inside me was unmistakable.
I felt my sweet brother giving me his cum--I felt it all--the
heat and strength of it, and the glorious look on his face as
he gave the last few mighty thrusts of himself, before
collapsing on top of me.

      Now, we were a symphony of breaths and arms and hands,
as if joining his manhood with the bottom half of me was only
part of what he needed.  He wanted to feel all of me, and
that's exactly what I wanted--to know every inch of him, too.

      We rocked in a rhythm that was distinctly our own, yet
his matched mine.  When our breaths slowed, his wide-mouthed
kisses formed a cavern that seemed to swallow me up and echo
our mysterious moans and grunts, until those sounds and
touches put us in a trance of their own.

      Damon hugged me tightly, now, yet I could still
breathe, and feel the strength of his relaxing muscles--their
power retreating, for now.  I had excited him.  Now, I was
soothing him, and he was soothing himself, rubbing me with his
hands in delicious patterns, wherever he could reach, matching
my own desperate efforts to feel all of him.

      We were winding down, but that, too, was thrilling.
While the tremors of his climax had prolonged my throbbing--to
where I thought I had cum a week's worth at once--now, there
were tiny pulses, his and mine, fading signs of the power that
had come before.  My hand soothed his back.  I was helping my
beautiful, athletic brother find a peacefulness--the kind I
was feeling, deeper than could be imagined.  He still had me
pinned, though his hands had lost most of their grip.  I was
taming the tiger, I thought, as I watched each of his muscles
loosen, returning his body to the smooth curves I thought made
him so incredibly good looking.

      For a moment, I wondered if he'd just had me, or I had
had him.  Then, I knew that both of those were true, and the
process of watching Damon wind down, and feeling my own body
relax, became its own excitement for me.  Our fingers made
circles on each other--slow, lazy movements that lulled us
into a new world, suspended, somewhere, for the moment.  No
words were spoken, but somehow, emotions flowed between us.

      I knew we'd had sex, I knew we had love, but this was a
third thing that blended with all that--a sense of absorbing
into each other, but coming away with more than we started
with.  Just his breathing told me he felt that, too, as we
passed the edge of a new discovery, and tasted the excitement
of things ahead.