Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2010 08:45:55 -0500 From: Andrew Holmberg Subject: My Brothers Arms incest/scifi I've been staying with my mom at her sisters carriage house for a few weeks. Mostly to get away from the warfront that has been slow pushing its way east. My aunt herself has spoken of moving away from here, but so far everything has been quiet. We got the letter from Sgt. Kyle Armstrong, my brother, that he would be coming here for a few days leave. I'm so excited. I haven't seen him in 3 years since he joined the army. He left when I was thirteen and no one was happy to see him go, but I was proud of him. I'm Mike. I just turned 16 last month and I'm 5'9". After my dad left last year, my mom has been worried that I'm going to join the army too, and then she would be left all alone. But I want to go to school for robotics and prosthetics because my brother lost his arms in the war on his first day out. I guess they patched him up and gave him two new arms. I've seen them in a picture he sent, and I was able to look up some similar types of arms before the Internet was disabled. I've been studying using a local copy of Wikipedia and some old textbooks I downloaded. But being disconnected sucks. Mom works two shifts in town and sometimes isn't home for a few days. So she's mad that she won't be here when Kyle gets in. She made me promise to stop him from leaving if he tried to go before she could get home to see him. I laughed at her and said I'd try but he's robot strong now. She laughed a little at that but I could see the worry in her face too. I felt bad for saying it but I think it's kind of cool to be part robot. It was raining the whole day that he was suppose to show up and I was beginning to think he wasn't going to make it. The power had been down since noon and I'd just finished eating a sandwich by candlelight when I heard knocking. My phone read 8:07pm. I opened the door and was surprised to see two people standing out in the rain. They both were wearing ponchos; one green and one camo. At first I thought it was bad news, like when they send officers to tell you your loved one is dead. But right away I heard one of them say "Well... you gonna say hi and let us in?" "Kyle?" I asked as I moved back and watched as the green poncho pulled back his hood and came inside. He looked bigger than I remembered. More like a man I guess, with a slight scar on his face from the explosion. Then the other guy came in with him and I knew that something was different about my brothers friend. He moved a little weird. I think I gasped when the camo guy pulled his hood back. His face was shiny and angular, and metal. Like a spade turned upside down with two circle for eyes. It was an android. "Hey don't worry he's with me." reassured my brother. "But..." I wasn't sure what to say. There'd been news of an android going berserk and killing people, but that was probably just a rumor. "I'll keep him out of the way. Don't tell mom right away, let me tell her." He said as he looked around nervously. "She's not here. She's working until tomorrow night." I said worried. "Good." He looked relived, "And don't tell our aunt yet either. I can't have her overreacting and evicting you." We chatted for a while about the war as he stripped off his rain poncho and dropped his bags on the kitchen floor. He was wearing black gloves and my eyes were glued to them as he pulled them off. The metal fingers underneath seem to appear from nowhere and were like a magic trick to me. It was one thing to read about cybernetics, but to see them in use. Wow. "Got anything to drink? What's with the candle. Power out?" He asked has he looked around. His arm pits were sweaty and he looked tired. "It's been out most of the day." I said from the fridge as I pulled out a beer. "Here." I said and handed him a beer. Then I watched in awe as used the knuckles from his left hand to pop the bottle cap. "Hehe. Not the intended use but necessities mothers' a bitch. Right?" "Are you hungry? I can make a sandwich or something." I picked up the candle and started toward the kitchenette in the corner. The android was standing by the sink, just waiting. I couldn't help but stare as the candlelight flickered on his polished faceplate. Was it aware of me? This didn't feel real. "Nah, we ate earlier." He said taking a seat at the kitchen table. "We ate? It... he eats?" I asked not looking away. "Huh? Oh no. RM doesn't eat. We just do everything together so often I say 'we' all the time. Kinda like we're married or some shit." He laughed and shrugged. "RM?" *Yes?* It turned and looked right at me. "Is... is that your name?" *Yes.* Kyle got up and came over to us. "It means like Robotic Multifunction or something. I call him Romeo or just RM. Hey, we even have interchangeable arms. Look." He raised his arm and transferred the beer to his left hand. Then fanned the fingers on his right hand out. "RM. Show him your hand too." The robot compiled and raised its left hand up and mirrored my brothers actions. "So does he think and stuff too?" I asked, turning to look at Kyle. He got a smile on his face and looked back at RM and then at me. "He sure does. More than me most of the time. He's part of some special research. They're just field testing him with me." "He?" I thought it looked masculine. "Yeah, they said *he* was built to match my build and size. So I guess he's a he." Kyle smiled and slapped RM on the shoulder. Then he seemed to noticed something and sniffed his under arms. "Phew. I could sure use a bath. RM, how's your power?" Then to me he said, "Another one Mike. Please." as he handed me his empty bottle. I pulled out another one, opened it and handed it to him. *8.3%, Sir.* "Damn, I'll need your help without my arms. Can't push it if you're down to 8. Not with the power out, it'll wait." He shrugged and took another draft off his beer. "I can do it. I can help." I heard myself offer. "Really? You don't mind?" "No. We're brothers, it's okay." I smiled back. I could feel my crotch starting to tighten at the thought of seeing my brother naked, and washing him. I blushed. "Awesome. Lead the way." I took him down the hall, to the back where the bathroom. RM followed. It came into the bathroom with the two of us and stood there. My brother started pulling off his wet clothes. It was amazing to watch this arms pull his shirt over his head. I thought by meant help with undressing or something. But his dexterity was incredible, and what looked like muscles under his shirt were actually panels over gears and wires. After his shirt came off I could see his hairy chest was wet and matted. His pecs looked huge and his nipples started rising in the damp air. There was a strange mix of deep tan skin in some places an pale in others. He looked kind of like a gladiator with armored arms. There were straps across this chest and back that seemed to hold both sides together. With a delicate hand his metal fingers flexed and he scratched his ass. Then in a completely natural motion he moved and scratched his balls through the pants. He stripped off his pants down to his boxers and I couldn't help but let my eyes wander all over his body. His chest hair trailed down to a large mound that was swinging around as he moved. When he sat down to remove his boots and socks I could see his hairy balls hanging out of the boxers. I went to start the tub so that I could try and hide my growing bulge. Once he was down to only his boxers he asked the RM to come over and take his arms. I watched in complete amazement has it unclasped the harness in front and back. Then my brother seemed to transform and shed his arms. "Take those out there with you and get them ready for recharging." Said Kyle, nodding towards the living room with his head. *Yes sir.* He turned and left with the arms. Shutting the door on the way out. My brother turned and gave me an embarrassed smile. "Can you help me into the tub? Just stand behind me and help brace me if I tip." I shut off the water and moved behind him placing my hands on his warm sides. From behind and up close like this he was huge. His broad, strong back smelled so good. "Boxers first." It took me a moment to figure out what he meant and my eyes widened a little. I was glad that I was behind him. But a little disappointed that I wouldn't get to see his cock. I moved my hands down to the waistband and slowly pulled them down over his tight round ass. The blond hairs on his ass sprang back up as the boxers slid over them. I wanted so badly to touch his body more and feels the warmth. Once the boxers where on the floor at his feet he stepped out of them and moved slowly toward the tub. I put my hands back on his sides ready to help him as he moved his left leg over into the tub. The water had reached the halfway point, so maybe I would get to see his front. He had only put his toes in when he stopped. "Hey, can you make it hotter? I've been out in the cold rain all day." He said pulling his foot out of the tub. "Sure. Don't fall, okay?" "Yeah, I got it." he sounded annoyed. I went back to the facet and started the water as hot as it could go. "You've grown since I saw you last. You been working out too?" "Yeah a little," I turned to talk to him but I couldn't stop my eyes from scanning down at his crotch. His thick cock was hanging a plumb about 5" long. "Nothing to do all day but workout and read. But now the Internet is down, so..." "Not much to do but workout and masturbate?" I think I saw him glance at my crotch as he smiled. I blushed hard and looked away. He laughed and said "That's probably warm enough." I stopped the water again and moved back behind him. He stepped into the tub fairly easily, but helping him sit straight down in the small tub took some work. I really had to help hold him steady. "Ahhhh" He said once he was seated and got his legs stretched out. I grabbed a wash cloth and soap. I lathered up the cloth and started washing his back and neck. "Mmmmm feels good. Thanks for helping me Mikey." That was his nickname for me. No one else called me that anymore. But it sure made me miss him. "It's okay." I worked my way around his shoulders and could see that his eyes where closed and he had a relaxed smile. I felt safe enough to stare now and I had so much to look at. His scars from the explosion where still pink in a few places and his short hair and tan skin was turning me on. The only thing left of his arms where stubs that went down about halfway to where the elbow would have been. They where still very scarred and pale. I couldn't take my eyes away. "Do... do they hurt? Can I wash..." I didn't want to say anything that would hurt his feelings. "It's okay buddy. Wash it all, this is heaven for me. You can't hurt me, I won't break." He opened his eyes and stared into mine. "I... I..." He started to cry. I was shocked and thought I'd hurt him. "What's wrong?" I asked, my own eyes started to well up. "Please cover my eyes" he crooked out. I quickly got another wash cloth, wet it, and placed it across his eyes. He really let go then as my hand was on his face holding the cloth in place. He only cried for a few minutes, but the whole time he kept saying how sorry he was or something. But I had the impression he wasn't talking to me exactly. I waited until he'd calmed down. "Okay." He said finally. "Thanks. Now lets finish getting me cleaned up." He sounded like it was being brave. I left the cloth on his face as he laid back and continued washing his front side. I started up on his chin and neck and slowly worked my way down to his chest. I was afraid he might start crying again but he was smiling now and humming a little to himself. I looked down at his crotch and his cock was floating his left side across his leg. His nipples harden up as I was washing them. Watching the soapy water run down his abs was making me hard again. I shifted around so that I was facing him and so I could get his front side better. I got in close as I did his underarms and the musky smell was strong. It reminded me of my work scent after a really good workout. I like to smell and lick myself as I jack off. His breathing was shifting his abs as I washed them and I noticed he was starting to get fuller as I worked my way down to his crotch. I wasn't sure if I could touch his cock. I was getting painfully hard and decided to start on this legs and feet instead. I started with the left leg and reached across to wash up from the ankle. It was strange to lift someone's leg and I couldn't get a good grip from across the tub so I just washed what I could in the water and up his thigh. His right leg was easier to handle and since he seemed okay with me moving him around. I put his foot up on my shoulder and washed up his leg. There was no question about it now, he was hard. By the time I reach the groin his cock was at least 9" and sticking straight out of the water towards his navel. One place left. Should I? I went for it. I lathered up the cloth and went down to his balls. He didn't stop me or say anything. I think he even spread his legs a little. I washed his balls and taint, and worked my way around to his bush. The whole time his cock was hard and started getting red. As I washed his cock I wanted to use my bare hands but decided against it. I worked up from the base with it in my cloth covered hand. I spent a lot of time working the cloth up and down. Slowly jacking my brothers cock. It felt thick in my hand. I could fit my whole hand around his shaft. But just barely. His cock head was thick and slightly mushroom shaped. He moaned and I looked up at his face. He was flush and his mouth out slightly open. I continued slowly stroking his cock until a small pearl of precum appeared at the slit. I'd been jacking off for a few years now and had even tried it with my legs over my head so I could shoot into my own mouth. So I knew that I liked the taste of cum. I wanted so badly to take his cock into my mouth and savor his precum. It continued to pool up more at the slit as I slowly jacked him. Then just as a big drop was starting to roll down, I placed my mouth over his cock. It tasted wonderful and I could feel his cock head swell in my mouth. "Oh fuck Mikey." He moaned as I started sucking more of his cock into my mouth. His cock was so thick and warm in my mouth. I felt the smooth head roll around over my tongue and I slurped harder. I made slow up and down motions with my mouth. Taking more and more of him into my mouth. I let go of his cock and let the wash cloth drift into the water, lathered my hands and started jacking him off again with my bare soapy hand. "Suck harder." He moaned. I jacked just the base of his cock and sucked on the head. Taking him deeper into my mouth. I could feel his cock head at my throat. Every time it pulsed I could taste more and more of his precum and I wanted more. I bobbed and jacked him for several minutes and his breather got harder and harder. I could feel his ass start thrusting into my mouth as I moved my free hand to his nipple. I love to play with my own when I jack off and thought me might like it too. "Fuck yeah!" He loved it and started moaning louder and louder as I worked him. I was afraid RM would hear but didn't want to stop now. "I'm gonna... mmmm" was all he could say as he started shooting warm jizz into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed as it filled my mouth. It felt so good to stroke, suck and swallow as he pulsed shot after shot of jizz. "Arrghh!" He exclaimed he climaxed and his whole body arched up out of the water a little and I got one last thick blast. I kept my mouth over his cock the whole time and almost chocked. "Fuck." He moaned again as I swallowed the last of his juices. I washed off his cock as it started to deflate. My head was spinning with his taste still thick in my mouth. I slowly washed him down for a few more minutes. "Help me out buddy. I'm gonna crash soon." he said with a yawn. The wash cloth over his eyes must have fallen off and he looked me in the eyes and smiled. The power must have come back on during the bath because I could see the hall light under the door. I grabbed a towel and moved back behind him and started drying off his back and arms. Helping him up was a little bit easier, but I could tell he was near exhaustion. "This way." I said and led him to my room. I decided to put him in my bed and I'd just take the sofa for tonight. RM was waiting at the door when we opened it but I don't think Kyle even noticed him. I marched him across the hall and RM quickly opened the door for us. *Do you want your arms for sleeping?* My brother managed a groggy no with his head as he collapsed onto my bed. RM helped me gently roll him over off the covers and then back under them. "Thanks." I said glancing slightly at him. He still made me feel uncomfortable. "Romeo, come here..." whispered Kyle. RM moved up against the bed and leaned down to listen. He said something softly to him and started snoring. "What?" I asked. *We should let him rest for now.* He gestured toward the door and I went first. I made my way back to the kitchen and turned off the hallway light along the way. I wanted to keep this feeling in the candlelight a little longer. Kyle's taste was still on my tongue and I wanted to jack off soon. *Your brother said you would like to examine me.* He said as he moved into the middle of the room and stood straight. "Yes." I said, excited at the idea. "Can I?" *Of course.* I moved over to him and started walking around looking for a place to start. His arms did look exactly like Kyle's. "Are you really interchangeable?" I asked. *Yes. You may touch me.* I moved back around to the front side and place my hand on his chest. His shirt was still a little damp from the rain. "Do you always wear clothes?" *Often.* He said and started to take his clothes off. *May I hang these somewhere to dry?* "Yes. I can put them with Kyle's." I was starting to feel the same way I did when Kyle was stripping. My cock was starting to fill out, but since he wasn't real I didn't feel the need to hide it. Once he was stripped bare I moved back up to his chest and touched it again. I was expecting it to feel cold and metallic but it was warm. The black polycarbonite torso felt strangely rough and smooth like warm skin. As I ran my hands over his frame I noticed sections that looks like pockets or drawers. *May I examine you as well?* He asked while still looking forward. "Me?" I could feel a tingle run from by balls up my spine. "Umm... okay." I started to undress. *Let me.* He slowly undressed me. Unbuttoning my shirt, pulling off my undershirt. He knelt down to undo my pants and then after I stepped out of them he removed my socks. I was left standing there in my boxer briefs. My 8" cock was pressed heavily against the fabric and I could see a wet spot forming. He then stood up and moved around behind me and press himself against my back. His hands traveled down my chest until they softly grabbed my dick. He jacked me with this right hand as he cupped by balls with this left. Looking down at the metal hands I imagined I was my brother playing with himself. I pulled my underwear off and watched as the warm metal hands continue to jack me off. The right hand stayed on my cock and worked up and down in a slow motion, while the right hand traveled around. From tweaking my nipple to squeezing my balls. I leaned back into his chest and listened to the rain outside. We took turns rubbing, touching and exploring each other. He made the strangest noises and had weird data ports hidden all over. I wondered what secrets might be hidden inside. *Open this.* He said pointing to a small button on his right thigh. It hissed a little and then clicked open. It was a small little drawer and inside was a small tube. He pulled it out, closed this drawer, and then pointed to his other leg. *On this one.* Inside the next compartment was a large pink object. A penis. "What that heck is that?" I asked, shocked. *Your brother's penis.* "But he still has his." I stammered. *This is a plastic copy.* He pulled the penis out of the compartment and moved it down to his groin. I heard a hydraulic hiss and he moved his hand away. He had a cock. My brothers cock. *Use this on me.* He handed me the tube and I saw that it was lubricant. I quickly uncapped it and squeezed some into my hand. I didn't dare touch myself yet so I grasped him and slowly started spreading the lube. Jacking this cock felt just like my brothers. Only this one was so stiff and thick. Forever hard. *Lie down.* He ordered and pointed to the floor near the couch. I moved down to the floor and laid down flat on my back. With the candlelight behind him he looked almost real. Almost human. He moved down to my legs and lifted them into his hands. Then as he slid forward I felt myself getting lifted up slightly and he placed my feet on his shoulders. His strong hands whirred as he pulled my waist up and pressed the dildo against my crack. As he pushed forward I felt the tip press down until it reach my hole. With slow thrusting motions I felt it push into me about an inch. I put my hands flat on the floor and slowly sank onto his hard prick. As each inch of his thick cock pressed into me he would stop and pull out a little. Then he sink a little further in. Going deeper and deeper. Stretching my hole wider. All I could hear was the rain outside, his whirring motors, and my own groaning. Soon I felt my thighs reach his and then I felt the plastic balls sac press against my hole. "Ohhhhh." I sighed and he leaned down over me and started to slowly fuck me. Pulling out almost all the way and shoving his was back in. I could feel my precum dripping onto my belly every time he bottomed out. "Faster." I moaned and he started to go faster and rougher. Still pulling almost all the way out and thrusting into me. He moved his hands up to my nipples and started lightly rubbing them as he fucked me. I had to wrap my legs around him to better support myself. How the hell was this happening? Is this what it would feel like if Kyle fucked me. "Harder." I whispered as I place my hands around his neck. He stopped pulling out so far and stayed in deeper with his thrusts. Hammering my prostate and causing me to whimper. Even though it really was a machine, it felt like I was getting fucked by a machine. He kept thrusting harder and pounding into me. I was afraid of getting trapped by him. What if it malfunctioned and kept fucking me harder and harder. How could I make him stop? My hair was getting wet from my sweat and sticking to my fore head. While he was fucking me harder and harder, I could hear myself moaning louder and louder. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. His thick cock was pounding my ass deeper and deeper. I was so close and so scared at the same time. I didn't think I could do this. Maybe this was wrong. How did I let it get to this point? That's when he move his hand up and brushed the hair from my face with his finger. *Cum for me.* He said softly. That's all it took. I closed my eyes and let go even as I felt him building up speed. Harder and deeper I felt my brothers cock slam into me and I came. Hard. I sprayed cum up onto my chest. Up onto my face. Up on his faceplate as my ass clamped down on his dick. Then he started to slow down. I closed my mouth and swallowed the cum that had landed in my mouth. Then I moved up and licked my cum from his face. Finally he slowed to a stop but stayed deep inside me. Then he gently took my hand and ran it through the cum on my chest and lifted my fingers to my mouth. He started to slowly thrust into me again as I sucked my fingers clean. He repeated the thrusting and sucking until most of it was gone, then he came to a stop. *Ready?* He asked, and I nodded. He pulled out of my ass and I unwrapped my legs from around him. The replica of my brothers penis glistened in the candlelight. Wet with sex from my ass. Romeo stood up and walked away down the hall. His penis swinging as he left. He returned with a towel and a washcloth for me, but the penis was gone. Put safely away I imagined. I moved up off of the floor and onto the couch. I watched as he moved to an outlet, pulled a cord from his calf, and plugged himself in next to my brothers arms.