Date: Fri, 02 Jun 2000 19:12:50 EDT From: leo fitz Subject: My Brother - A Ture Story Pt. 2 gay/incest My Brother - A True Story 2 Yes, this is a true story. Please send comments to twotwoeight@hotmail.com "Remember what we did the other day?" my brother asked. We were standing in the hallway, by the stairs, which lead up to his room. I did remember what we had done. My brother had taken my pants down and played with my dick. It had felt so good, how could I have forgotten. Then he had me play with him. That was just as much fun as him playing with me. Why would he think I would have forgotten? "Yea," I said. "Do you want to do it again," he asked me? "Yea," I repeated. "OK, wait a few minutes then come upstairs," he told me. So I watched him walk up the stairs, go into his room and close the door behind him. I sat down on the steps and waited. I could not believe we where going to do it again. I was so excited. We were being so bad, but it was going to feel so good. How long should I sit here? I wanted to run right up the stairs, I was so excited, but I had to wait. While I was waiting, my father walked past me. "What are you doing," he asked. "Nothing, just sitting." He didn't say anything more, just went into the bathroom, did his business, and went back into the other part of the house. As I heard my father walk into the family room, I got up and started up the stairs. It was dark with both my brother and sister's doors closed, not letting any light into the hallway. I know my heart was beating a mile a minute as I reached the top of the stairs. I stood in front of his door for a few seconds before my little hand grabbed for the doorknob. I turn it slowly; knowing, but not knowing, what was about to happen. I slowly opened the door and started to walk into the room. What I saw next, I will never forget. There was my brother, totally naked, lying on his bed. Nothing on at all; not a shirt, pants or underpants. He looked so good. I couldn't do anything but stare at my beautiful brother. His soft brown hair, his caring eyes looking at me, his strong hairless chest, that big dick standing straight out from his body, his long legs, right down to feet. He was beautiful; I loved everything about him. But my eyes went right back to that big beautiful dick. I could not take my eyes of it, I just stood there at the door, my eyes riveted to his long smooth boy member. "Close the door," my brother told me. I closed the door, never taking my eyes off him. My brother was so hot at that age. Not a pubic hair on his teenage body, skin as smooth as silk. His four-inch dick was always hard. I never remember ever seeing his dick soft, always rock hard and ready to be played with. His sac holding his balls held tied to his body. And there he was, lying there just for me to look at. He just let me stare at him for awhile, before he said, "Take your clothes off." So I unbutton my shirt and took it off, letting it drop to the floor. Then I undid my belt, popped the top button on my pants, unzipped, and let my pants drop to the floor. And all that time I never took my eyes off my brother's dick, I was hypnotized. My brother just continued to lie there, watching his little brother strip in front of him. Then I reach for my underwear, and slid them down to my feet. There I was, naked, standing in front of my brother. I stood there and stared at him while he lied there and stared at my little boy body. Just as my eyes were locked on his dick, his eyes never moved from my little member. He turned on his side, leaned on one elbow, and patted to bed beside him. "Lay down." I walked over to the side of the bed, never taking my eyes off his dick. I lay down on the bed next to him. He looked my body over, this time getting a closer look. I still just laid there. He slide down a little in the bed and touched my dick. I can not describe the feeling that came over my little body. It is impossible to put in words. For only the second time someone else was touching my dick. My brother rubbed his big finger over my pink head. I didn't think my dick could get much harder then it was a few days ago, but it did. He ran his finger up and down my shaft, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He ran his fingers over my tight little ball sac, caressing them gently. He ran his fingers up and down my shaft. He ran his fingers over and around my balls. He took his finger and slowly moved up the line of skin that led to my dick head. My brother took his finger and played with my little pee slit. Oh, the pleasure that he was giving me. But then it stopped. "Now you do me," he said. He laid his head on the pillow next to mine, and waited for me to reciprocate. So I moved my little body and slide down toward his dick. I never hesitated one second about touching my brother's dick. If I could give him half the pleasure that he gave me, it would be worth it. Not to mention, I liked touching him, it was fun. So once again I was playing with my brother. Not the normal everyday playing, this was a lot more fun. In this game there where no losers, only winners. I touched my brother's dick and it jumped a little. That's neat, I thought to myself. I touched it again, and it jumped again. I ran my little finger down his shaft to his balls. The skin on his shaft was tight but felt so soft. My finger stroked his ball sac, and I could feel his balls inside. I looked up at my brother's face, so peaceful, with just a little smile. His eyes were closed tight, he was concentrating on the feelings that I was giving him. I went back to look after the object at hand, his dick. Starting at the front side of his shaft, I moved my finger up and down and around his dick. When I was around back, I slowly moved my finger up the extra line of skin on his dick. I knew that felt good, because it felt good when he did it to me. Then I ran my finger over and around his balls. I pressed lightly and could gently move the two objects inside. I then noticed that the line of skin on his dick also ran over his balls. I started at the base of his sac, and gently ran my finger over the line of skin, up and over his sac. I then continued to move my finger up the line of skin to his dick head. Over his dick head I went, moving my finger over his pee slit and back down to the base of his dick. I then repeated these movements back the other direction, and repeated it again. Just when I was about to finger his balls again, my brother said, "OK, that's enough. Let's get dressed." I really didn't want to stop, but he was the big brother. We got off the bed and dressed. As we were leaving the room, he told me to go first, he would follow in a few minutes. As I walked out of his room and down the stairs, my little dick still hard from our game, I couldn't wait for the next time. And there were other times. Please continue with your comments, I enjoy your feedback. twotwoeight@hotmail.com