Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2012 16:22:27 -0400 From: A Le Subject: My Older Brother Part 1 This is an incest story about two brothers. There is a lot of story to it so if you're looking for a quick sex story; this is not the story for you. But if you like a good story with hot steamy sex, this is the story for you. Enjoy! I was an unexpected surprise to my mother and father. They'd already had two children that were almost grown when my mom wound up pregnant with me. I grew up feeling like an only child, with both of my brothers in college and then off working in their careers while I made my way through school. I didn't mind being an only child at home, my parents spoiled me, gave me everything I ever wanted for, and made sure that I became a well rounded young man. After high school I went straight to college, and then after that I entered medical school. Before long I was working on my residency and intending on becoming a surgeon. My parents were happy with my choices, and I knew I made them proud. When I was twenty six my mother died, and six months later my father died. I was devastated. They were all I had, or at least, all I felt like I had. My two older brothers lived in different cities and I hadn't seen them in such a long time and rarely even talked to them. After my father died my oldest brother, Ryan, came into town for a few days. I met him for lunch at a little café not too far from the hospital. Ryan was a big guy. He stood at nearly six feet five inches. He had huge, broad shoulders, big masculine hands, and a gorgeous smile. His hair was dark, and he had piercing blue eyes, along with a strong jaw line and well defined muscles. At almost forty he was in the prime of his life. He'd worked as a long time in the computer industry, and had dove head first into the dot com explosion. He wound up selling his own company for millions and millions, and had retired a couple years ago. That was pretty much all I knew about him. I was nervous to meet him for lunch; we had rarely spent any time alone together in our entire lives without our mother there to make the conversation earlier. But he was my brother, and all the family I had left. I made sure to wear a pair of nice gray slacks and a white dress shirt with a blue tie and jacket when I met him. I did not look a whole lot like my brother. I was barely six foot tall, slender, with soft brown hair and green eyes. I looked a lot more like our mother while Ryan took after our father. Our other brother, Mark, was an odd mix of the two of us. By the time I made it to the café Ryan was already there. He saw me at the door and waved me over. I head to his table and reached out, shaking his hand before I pulled a chair out and sat down. "Jack, you're looking good brother. I see the hospital is treating you well?" "Yeah it's not so bad." I smiled at him a little, reaching for the glass of water there and taking a sip. Why the hell was I so damn nervous? Ryan seemed to sense it, and he reached a big masculine hand over and rubbed my arm a little, "It's alright. I know you're upset about mom and dad. It must be hard for you, losing both so quickly, being here all by yourself now." I felt myself tear up almost instantly. It was true, I'd always been a momma's boy and I missed my mom more than anything. My blue eyes flooded with tears and they started to trickle down my cheeks. "I'm sorry, sorry Ryan." I tried to wipe them off, but before I could Ryan had reached his hand up and was wiping them away for me. "Don't apologize Jack, its okay to cry." That made me cry even more, and the tears started to flow like crazy. Soon Ryan was out of his seat, pulling me up and into his arms and leading me out of the café. I wound up sitting in the back of a large black SUV and sobbing my eyes out in my big, older brother's shoulder. He just held me, caressing my back lightly while he whispered quietly that it was okay to cry. After a little while I got myself under control again and realized that I was leaning into my brother, my head on his shoulder, a hand on his waist, holding on to him lightly. It was awkward and probably the first in my life he'd ever hugged me like this. "Thanks Ryan, it's just been so hard. I miss them so much, I feel lost without them. I just, I go to work, and I come home to an empty house, and do it all over again every day. I'm so lonely." He smiled, and I could feel his big hand stroke along my hair lightly. "That's why I came here to see you Jack. I have a huge condo in the city, and I live very close to one of the best hospitals in this country. I spoke to the head of the hospital about you, and they are very interested in meeting with you for a possible opening they have. I was thinking you could come live with me, and work there, and then you don't have to be here all alone." I was shocked! My head tipped back and I looked up at him in complete surprise. "Really Ryan? You did that for me? You want me to live with you?" "Of course I do. I live alone, why shouldn't we spend time together, get to know each other a little better. You are my little brother after all." "Wow, I'm just shocked. But, I like the idea. It would be really nice to not be alone, and to try out a new hospital." Ryan smiled and hugged him. "Then let's do it!' "Okay!" I couldn't believe how excited I was. Everything went so fast after that. Ryan went back home and I started packing my things and working out my notice at the hospital I was currently at. They took it well, and I flew to my brother's city to see the hospital there and meet with the staff. They hired me on the spot, which was good for my ego. I was an up and coming amazing surgeon so I wasn't too surprised that they wanted me. My brother was right that the hospital was only four blocks from his place. I'd be able to walk every day to and from, and that prospect was a good one. So it was that two months after my father died and my brother came to town, I said goodbye to the only city I'd ever lived in, and headed off on my new adventure. My brother had an amazing home in the penthouse of a high rise. It was a huge open floor plan, with an upraised kitchen that overlooked the living room, and open second floor that overlooked the entire lower level. Ryan had an office set up in the far left corner of the room, and that entire wall was floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. The second level had a row of bedrooms and bathrooms, and everything was tastefully decorated. It was definitely a luxurious home. Ryan gave me a bedroom at the far end of the hall, and it was rather simple. A full size bed, dresser, desk, large window, and an attached, private bathroom. I unpacked my belongings putting everything away. Ryan worked out of his home on his different business ventures, but I would be working long hours at the hospital just down the road a few blocks. It was a perfect set up. The first few weeks went relatively well. I wasn't home very often, but when I was I was sleeping and now and then had time for a quick meal with Ryan, where we chatted about surface topics, nothing too serious. I found my brother to be very intelligent, with a good sense of humor, and a very masculine man. I wondered why he'd never married, but he never brought it up and neither did I. About a month after I'd been there I finally got a full two days off, and I spent a lot of the time sleeping and relaxing around the beautiful house. I stayed out of Ryan's way, but I was bored, and lonely, and after awhile he could tell by the way I was hanging around but trying not to. He was at his desk and he sat back in his big, leather chair and smiled over at me. "Restless Jackie?" I smiled at him a little sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry hope I'm not bothering you." "It's alright. Come over here a second." He waved me over to where he was sitting so I got up and made my way over to him. He reached up and curled his fingers around my wrists and held on to them tightly. "I really love having you here Jack. I'm so glad you moved in with me." I smiled down at him gently, "I love it here Ryan." "Good." He stood up and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a nice tight hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes for a moment, just standing there against my brother. His arms were big and strong and they felt so good holding me like that. He didn't pull away quickly and neither did I. He finally whispered near my ear, "You're a good boy Jackie. A good boy." I smiled and squeezed him a little tighter my arms around his waist now and then reluctantly let go. "Thanks Ryan." He smiled and sat back down to finish up what he was working on and I headed up to my room for a nap. When I woke up it was dark in my room. At first I wasn't sure what woke me. It was quiet; I could see the green glow of my clock saying it was about 12am in the morning. I was on my side, curled toward the windows where I could see the city. But then I felt a hand, gently running up my side and Ryan's voice in my ear, "Shhh. It's okay Jackie, it's just me." His voice was soft and sounded weird, hoarse like. I turned my head toward him and his mouth was there. He kissed the corner of my lips and licked at them while I lay there stunned. What was he doing? "Ryan? What are you doing, why are you in my room?" I questioned him, sounded a little worried. "Shh Jackie, it's alright. Just be still. I want to show you how much I love you. Don't you want to show me how much you love me?" His voice was confident, masculine, and it made me shiver a little. "Ryan this isn't a good idea, you should leave now." "I'm not leaving Jackie; I want to have a little fun with you." He said quietly, and I felt his hand moving lower along my stomach. I usually slept naked, and right now was no exception. I had nothing on at all, and Ryan realized that when his hands moved below the blankets. I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispered excitedly, "Naked already, just for me huh Jackie?" His big hand was grabbing on to my cock now, and that made me whimper. Yet for some reason, I wasn't really fighting him back. "Ryan please, please don't." I begged him quietly, and he shut me up with another kiss to my lips. "Shhh my little Jackie, I'm going to love you so good. I know you're lonely; don't you miss mom and dad? Let me take care of you, this can be our little secret okay?" I knew this was wrong, it was so wrong. But his hand felt so good, stroking my cock, and I shivered again, moaning softly. "Okay, our little secret Ryan." I said it so quietly; I sounded like such a young boy then, not the man I was. But something about Ryan made me feel that way, made me act that way. "Okay Ryan, okay." I said again, whimpering. And then Ryan was jerking me off, his hand stroking up and down my cock faster and faster, until I was moaning and squirming in the bed. I kicked the sheets off my body, and arched my back, so close. Ryan leaned down and kissed along my neck and ear, over my jaw, whispering, "Don't you dare cum until I tell you to, you understand me boy?" I loved how confident he sounded, how much in charge he was, and I whimpered even more, thrusting up into his hand eagerly. My balls were tightening up and I knew I was going to cum soon. I struggled to hold it back, "Please Ryan! Please let me cum, please I need to cum so bad, please!" He knew just how to touch me, how to make me so excited, and he kept jerking me to the point I thought I was going to explode and then he'd slow, change tactics, and it would start all over again. Ryan soon had me soaked in sweat, whimpering and writhing against the bed. "Ryan!!!" I screamed out his name, and he chuckled hotly in my ear. "How about you call me daddy instead little brother. I'll be your new daddy and take care of you, okay? Say it, call me daddy." This was so wrong; it felt so right but so wrong at the same time. But I couldn't stop myself, and I cried out the words he wanted to hear, "Please daddy! Please let me cum I need to cum so bad daddy please daddy!" And with that he whispered to my ear, "Cum." And I did. I exploded all over his hand and my own belly, shuddering as spurt after spurt of hot sticky jizz erupted from my hot throbbing cock, leaving me panting and moaning, completely dazed. Ryan didn't give me any time to relax though, he was rolling me over onto my belly, and he jerked my hips up. I heard him open something and then I felt some kind of cool lube against my tight little virgin hole. "Daddy please, I've never been fucked, please I'm scared." "Shh its okay little Jackie, Daddy is going to take good care of you." With those words I felt my brothers unbelievably huge, thick, vein covered piece of meat start to push inside my hole. He was so thick, throbbing, hot. And oh so very long. He just kept pushing, and pushing, and I was crying out as I felt more and more pressure. Suddenly I felt this huge pop and the head of his cock thrust past that tight ring of muscle. "Daddy!" I screamed it as his cock forced its way deep inside me, and he laughed softly near my ear, gripping my hips. "Good boy, that's it. Take daddy's cock like a good little boy." He was groaning as he started thrusting inside me, long, deep thrusts that had my entire body shuddering. It hurt, but also felt so good. I couldn't believe my brother was fucking me like this, and I was liking it! "Good boy, good little boy. That's daddy's good little boy." He moaned the words to me as his thrusts got harder, deeper, and soon he was pounding into me. Giving it to me real good like only a man could. I grabbed hold of the headboard and Ryan slammed away inside my body. My brother fucked me for such a long time that night, my ass grew sore, but I came two more times when he told me I could, and then he finally flooded my ass with his seed, marking me as his. I belonged to him, and he knew it and I knew it. When we were finally done it was nearly four am and I was exhausted. Ryan held me in his arms and stroked my hair, telling me to go to sleep, that I was a good little boy and he loved me very much. It was the best night of sleep I could remember having in a very long time. Comments welcome. Part 2 coming soon.