Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2011 07:33:07 -0800 From: Daniel McLeod Subject: Brothers in Love, Zane and Daniel Ch 1 *Brothers in Love, Zane and Daniel Ch 1 Daniel McLeod mcleodwrite@gmail.com* My brother says that there aren't enough proper love stories about men, and certainly not about men who are related to one another and also in love. I'm not sure that I'm the man to write a "proper" anything, but I'd do anything for him, so I'll give this a shot. My brother is two minutes my elder. Go figure, eh? Two minutes apart, and I'm forever the "baby" in our family. I don't mind much, being the baby means I don't have to be the example. And, besides, Zane, my brother, is more suited to take the lead. I'm quite happy to follow in his footsteps. (That way I can watch his sexy ass.) My earliest memory is of Zane climbing out of his crib and into mine. I remember feeling alone and then -- not. He was there and I was warm and safe. Zane and I -- I'm Daniel, but the way -- are our parents' only kids. Our parents, products of the 60s, never discouraged our closeness. Mom said she just figured we'd grow out of it. We never did, though. After several nights of Zane falling from his crib and crawling his way into mine, the parental units (Zane Sr., my dad, and Molly, my mom, whom we have most always called the "rents") figured it was better for us to be able to sleep together than it would be to try to explain to the doctor how a nine-month old baby had hurt himself scaling a crib to get to his twin. When we outgrew the cribs, we slept in a double bed. My imagination was crazy and I was ALWAYS afraid of monsters. Zane petted my hair and held me until I fell asleep. Every night. It's nearly two-dozen years since we grew up in that crib. Now, we're graduated from college. Zane is studying to take the bar exam and I am doing what I do -- making sure my big brother is happy and fixing things. I've always been what my mom called "handy." As a kid, I built bicycles, awesome tree forts, a loft inside our bedroom, radios, computers, whatever. Since then, I figured out that there's a lot of money to be made being able to build stuff and fix stuff. I have a little business, more work than I can handle, and I have hired a couple guys to work for me. So, that's a little background about us. Here's the love story part. Love is a thing about which my family has always spoken of and shared. Zane and Molly have been married now for thirty years and they still light up when the other walks into the room. They taught us that loving well means being willing to be honest at all costs, and that full disclosure and clean communication dynamics are the first work in a relationship. On Zane's and my sixteenth birthday, dad took us to get our driver licenses. It was a Saturday in June. We each aced the test, and when we returned home and drove up the circular drive, in front of our house sat a brand new 2003 Range Rover -- forest green with a huge brown bow wrapped around it. The card attached was to both of us and wished us happy adventures and said that if we had an accident, the car went away. Period. Any sort of accident that we caused. After we stopped hooting and hollering and thanking the world's best parents, they handed us keys and a birthday card that contained $500 in cash for each of us. Finally, dad handed Zane another envelope and mom handed another to me. Mom said, "I've made lunch, dears, let's eat. Don't open the other envelopes until after lunch when you're on the road." With that, she gave each of us a kiss and walked in the house with a little sly smile on her face. Dad said, "You heard your mother. Join us inside after you've checked out your new rig, eh?" He walked in the house also grinning. I looked at my brother with a raised eyebrow. Standing in the summer sun, Zane looked like a god to me. 6'3" at 16, his medium brown hair a curly mop, his eyes a dark, vibrant blue like dad's, his name sake. His years on the swim team had shaped his body inevitably. His shoulders were stupendously broad, his chest well developed, and his waist narrow. His ass, saints preserve us, his ass was (and is) the most luscious bubble butt on the planet. At that moment, I did not imbue his body with the sexual overlay I soon would, I only knew that to me, Zane was perfect. I couldn't help myself, I grabbed Zane and hugged him, lifting him off his feet and twirling him in a circle. "Damn, Bro, they're AMAZING! Can you believe this rig? And, a thousand bucks cash between us? Whoa, we soooo lucked out in the parental unit department!" I put him down and he stood looking at me, still holding me. His face had the hugest smile I'd ever seen on it. Really quietly, he said, "Yea, buddy, we did. And," he said as he took my head in both his hands, "I lucked out in the brother department. I love you, Daniel. Happy birthday, little brother." Then, he kissed me. I closed my eyes when I felt his lips on mine. I think that the world stopped, and all there was was my big brother. The scent of him, his warmth, so familiar and yet, in this moment, so much -- more. His lips softly touched mine and I opened my mouth. His tongue sought mine and I found my knees beginning to shake. He leaned against the passenger's seat where we had the door open, holding me, pulling me against him. My mind kept flashing on how comfortable he felt, and how new, in one tiny moment, brand new. "Zane," I tried to talk, "I, oh, god, you, I..." "I love you, Daniel," he said again and kissed me harder. I moaned into him and opened myself, feeling for the first time the power of his need and the power of my need to answer his. Between kisses, Zane said things like, "Damn, little brother, you're so gorgeous. Those amazing eyes, you've bewitched me your whole life." (Mine are dark, dark brown, like my hair). Then, he kissed me some more. Then, "Daniel, baby, I need you so much," as his hands were all over me. I felt as though I was waking up as he touched me. All our lives, ours was a non-sexual, brotherly love. But in one moment, I felt myself infused with desire. Every place he touched me burned for more. "Daniel, little bro, I love you. I need you. I need you to want this, too. Do you? Can you? Do you think..." Zane's voice was scared, desperate sounding. I hauled myself from my own moment of overwhelm and saw the uncertainty in his eyes. I held HIS face with my hands and smiled the sweetest smile I could manage, saying, "Zane, you know me. I will follow ANYWHERE you lead me." Then, I moved his hand to the place in my 501s where my cock was screaming for release. "Anywhere." This time when we kissed, I returned everything he delivered and then some. I could barely keep from cumming right there. "What do we do now?" I asked bewilderedly. "We go inside. Mom and dad already know. Well, they know how I feel. It's okay, Daniel. Don't worry." Zane began to get up and go in the house but I grabbed his hand first and pulled him to me. "Hey, big bro, c'mere." Zane turned back to me. I hugged him again and looked into his eyes. I kissed his face, his eyes, his nose, softly. "I just wanted to say one thing." "Yea, little buddy, what's that?" "Zane, I really, really love you." We held each other for a long moment and made our way inside and mom was in her office near the front of the house. Zane poked his head in and said, "Sorry, mom," but he had a huge grin on his face and mom looked at him and said, "Did you give your brother his birthday gift, son?" Zane got all red in the face and when I realized what she meant, so did I. "Yea, mom, I did." "Daniel, how did you like your gift?" mom asked me, clearly curious. "Uh, mom," I began as I felt my father come up behind me and put his arms around each of mine and Zane's shoulders. I got more red and kind of giggled. "Ah, mom, how do you think I'd like it? I don't know how I never realized..." Dad said quietly, "We all get where we need to get when we need to get there, son. Your mom and I wish only good things for the both of you. We love you. May we eat lunch now? I'm starved." Mom rolled her eyes at my dad and came to us and we all hugged. I felt my belly still shaking, but with the kind of shaking that is nervous excited energy in anticipation of a huge adventure. We sat down to a pile of home fried chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, baked yams, fresh green beans, country gravy, a wild green salad with balsamic reduction dressing, and wild berries for dessert. We didn't usually eat a full-out home cooked meal for lunch at home, but this was a special occasion and mom cooked our favorite meal for us. "Now, let's eat. And, while we eat, my sons, please indulge me in a conversation about embarking on an intimate incestuous relationship," my dad said. A lot of people would probably choke on their drumstick if their dad started lunch with a line like that, but as I mentioned earlier, ours is a family who places a premium on straight-forward communication. "Daniel, as you may have surmised, Zane has had intimate feelings for you for several years, but as you did not seem in a place to respond in-kind, your mother and I counseled that he wait to see what would happen. And, with our permission, he waited until today to make his feelings known. I need to make sure that you do not feel pushed, and I also need to make sure you understand the depth and breadth of your brother's feelings, as I have no wish for either of you to be hurt. It is a parent's wish to keep his children from hurt. I know that will not always be possible, but I hope that as a family, we can at least get you two started right." I made a gravy crater in my spuds and thought hard for a few moments. "All my life, my world has revolved around Zane. That's no secret. Why that didn't include anything sexual, I honestly don't know. I know that most 16 year-old guys have been obsessed with sex for a chunk of years by now. I guess that I have always just been occupied with machines and music and brainy stuff. It's pretty embarrassing, and, Zane, I'm so sorry that I didn't get there when you did. I hate that you had to wait while I was being some kind of dork. But, as soon as you kissed me, I mean AS SOON as I felt those amazing lips of yours on mine, all I could think of was -- umm -- everything that I've apparently NOT thought of before now. I LOVE you, Zane, and even though I don't know what all of this means, I feel like now I'm in love with you, too. But, I need to have some time to figure this all out. I am brand new to -- well, to -- everything that has anything to do with sex." "Zane, you've protected me all of my life. I trust you. You've been patient all this time, and I know that you will be patient with me again. But, I don't think you'll have to be very patient. I'm uh, feeling very READY for you." Then, the phone rang and we all jumped. Mom had the gravy ladle in her hand and it flipped straight in the air and gravy came down all over her and me and the table. There was a half a second delay and then we were all screaming laughing. The phone kept ringing and we just howled and guffawed until the caller gave up. Zane got up and grabbed a couple of wet cloths, and mom went to clean up. I wiped the gravy off my face and shirt. Mom came back to the table with a wet head. "Well then," she said, "shall we try to finish this lunch with no further incidents? Boys, your dad and I love you more than life. We know that you will use your wisdom to find your way. And, we hope that your vacation is the time away that you need to get a balance in the new way that you may -- be -- with one another." For the second time that morning, I was confused. "Vacation? What vacation?" Zane echoed my question. Dad said, "Look at the other envelopes we gave you. Zane, open yours first." Zane opened his envelope and found a gift card for two weeks' time at a hotel chain that owned several resorts within a few hundred miles from us. It was a VIP pass that guaranteed us a room where and whenever we wanted. My envelope held was a gas credit and a Mastercard, one with my name, the other with Zane's. We both looked up at the `rents with stunned expressions. Dad said, "We trust that you will be responsible and not spend like completely crazy men. But please, indulge. We want stories about your adventures. There are rafting opportunities all along your way, there are cooking schools, motocross races, golf courses, so figure out what you want to do and go for it. If you need to buy or rent equipment, do it. Just don't be wasteful. And, just learn about one another in the process." We were still speechless. Mom chimed in, "Zane, Daniel, you are the best sons for whom parents could EVER ask. We are just proud of who you are and we want you to go have a great time. Be safe, don't be idiots, and keep in touch so we don't worry. We love you so much!" We stumbled all over ourselves to thank the rents. They refused our offer to help with dishes and dad shoed us upstairs to pack. "Don't forget to take something nice to wear. You might want to go out some place fancy," dad said. Zane said, "Hey, little bro, why don't you go on up and start packing. I'm going to chat with dad a couple minutes. I'll see you soon." I took the stairs three at a time and bounded In our room. I grabbed our duffels and one suit bag. I began automatically grabbing out underwear and socks, and then I stopped. I tossed the underwear back in the drawer and grabbed out a jock and a bathing suit for each of us. I was considering t-shirts, hunting for sleeveless shirts only when Zane came in. He walked over to where I stood and said, "I let the `rents know that before we leave, I wanted some time with you here and I wanted to do a little planning before we hit the road. But, mostly, I want YOU. You okay with that?" "Zane, when you talk to me like that, my belly quivers and my dick gets so hard, I feel as though it's going to explode and all I want is to feel you all over me. YES, YES, YES, please..." My brother grabbed my Levis and opened the buttons in one motion. He ripped them down and shucked off my briefs. I'd already taken off my shirt. I pulled his off as he lost his pants. He pushed me onto our bed, now a king-sized bed with posts. He crawled over to his side and grabbed something from the bedside table and laid it next to us. Then, he crawled on top of me and covered me with his body, but not before I spied his hard deep purple monster cock, glistening at the tip with clear liquid. "I need to make love to you, Daniel. I need to touch you and kiss you and fuck you." "Please, but let me catch up a little okay, big brother? I've not looked at you this way. I really need to SEE you. First, please?" He smiled a sweet smile and said softly, "Sure." He lay back and put his hands behind his head. I sat up and crossed my legs surveying his long body. I started at his feet, touching them lightly, tracing the arches, noticing how defined his ankles were. He's not ticklish, and loves his feet touched. I played with his toes and kissed each foot, then I sat back and looked at him again. He had a soft down of curlyish light brown hair on his legs and it got lighter on his thighs. The pubic hair was soft and I looked more closely. "Did you shave your balls and dick?" "I did, bro. I didn't want you get pubes in your mouth. And, for swimming, less hair is better. I kinda like it. Uh, no, actually, I really LOVE it." I nervously touched his balls, feeling the smoothness of the wrinkled elastic skin. My other hand stroked his shins and calves and knees. "Zane, your body is so beautiful. You're such a stud. I'm scared, bro. I don't know what I'm doing." Zane took my hand and put it around his dick, which is an inch longer than my 7.5, but not as thick. My dick is built like a pile driver, nearly as thick as a coke can with a big round head. Zane's is round at the end but bulges in the middle and then narrows some at the base. It always reminded me of a snake that ate a mouse. I ran my hand up and down the shaft and Zane grabbed my hand hard and said, "Baby bro, keep doing that and I'm going to blow." I leaned forward and held him in one hand and opened my mouth to take my beautiful brother's cock in my mouth for the first time. I had no idea what to expect. In the back of my mind, images and snippets of conversations overheard, gyms, background noise from boys, for me, always just background noise. And now, SEX, real for the first time. I took a deep breath, looked into Zane's eyes, said, "I love you," and opened my mouth. I imagined what I'd like to feel and did that. I made my mouth soft around his dick. I could feel his heart beating in his rod. The clear liquid tasted vaguely sweet. Zane moaned and cried out, "DANIEL!" His hands can to my head. Those strong fingers on either side of my head showed me the pace. I just made myself his receiver. I tried to think of as many sensations I could give him with my mouth. I sucked, flicked my tongue around the head, into his piss slit, and encouraged him to push as deeply as he wanted. I gagged and when he tried to back off, I put my hands on his hands to show him to not let up. I heard his breathing change and when I felt him thrusting up into me. I moaned and said, "UH HUH!" I wanted him to use my throat and mouth for his pleasure. I lifted off for a second and said, "Please, Zane, PLEASE FUCK MY FACE!" "GEEZUS..." he groaned and he buried my head to his pubes. His dick went all the way down my throat. That was a scary moment, but it was so hot, I got right past the fear. At this point, I was kneeling between his legs, my ass at the end of the bed, my own dick leaking like crazy. "Cumming!" Zane gasped. And then, jets of my brother-lover's cum shot deep inside my throat. I wrapped my arms around him and held him against me until I had to breathe. When he quit pulsing, I let his cock slide from my mouth. I rested my head on his thigh. I softly stroked his balls and cock, using my finger to get another drop of cum off the head of his now very sensitive rod. My heart was pounding nearly out of my chest. I reached up to feel his and sure enough, his was echoing mine. Zane pulled me up and held me. I looked in his eyes and saw a tear or two. He kissed my forehead and I asked him, "How long did you wait, Z?" He took a big breath and blew it out and said, "Since we were eight." The magnitude of that, half his life, struck me as I began feeling horrifically guilty. My turn to cry. "Shit, Zane, I'm so sorry! I wish you'd have told me! Why didn't you? How the hell could you have gotten that stuff and I missed it?" "I don't know, little bro, but you have to PROMISE me to not feel guilty. It's like dad said earlier, we get where we get when we need. And, if I'd have tried to push, that could have really messed you up. I've always trusted the `rents, y'know? Mom saw me being miserable and dad figured out what was happening. He talked to me about it. Y'know that granddad's twin brother, uncle Daniel and granddad had the same kind of relationship as we do, so dad figured it out. He and mom were pretty sure that some day...well, you know." "And besides, Daniel, I didn't WANT to change you. I wanted for you to come to me in your own time. It would have been really hard if you had girlfriends, but you just didn't ever pay any attention to sex stuff. You know that's a pretty weird thing, don't you?" "Geez, big bro, I suppose it is, but how many sixteen year olds do you know who already hold a patent? I think my brain has just always been so focused and occupied; I've not taken much time for the rest of me to catch up. And, y'know, when I was sucking you on my knees with my butt in the air, I was wishing that I could have you in my mouth AND ... geez, I guess that means we're queer, doesn't it? I mean, Zane, I really want to feel your dick inside me. REALLY. SOON." Zane kissed me then, slowly, using his mouth just like I had earlier, showing us both all the ways that lips and tongues and teeth can give and seek pleasure. As he kissed me, he reached for the lube, opened the container, got a bunch on his hand, and began massaging my butthole. "I want this, too, little bro. So much. But, I want you on your back so I can see your face. You say I'm hot, but Daniel, it's YOU. You're fucking gorgeous. The black fire in your eyes, the bulk of your biceps, that flat belly with the dark treasure trail, and holy shit, your thighs and ass...your completely fuckable, luscious ass. You are so damned good looking. I LOVE going out with you. You never even notice that everyone stares. Men, women, everyone." I felt the heat rising in my face as he talked and was mortified. Flattered but again, I felt a frisson. How could I have not known this stuff? "Zane, I really need you to hold me right now, and won't you please get inside me? I need for us to be as close as we can possibly be. Crawl inside me, big brother, make me feel safe. Make me yours..." He lay on top of me and began kissing me, holding my head, controlling every move, using his tongue to command me. He kissed down my neck, working to my nipples, sucking and biting and I felt my dick respond so heartily it hurt. I moaned and reached for Zane's nips with my hands. He moaned then, too. And moved down my belly. Unlike him, I was not shaved. Not too hairy, my black hair was pretty thick above my cock. "I'm sorry I'm not shaved for you, Z," I gasped as I felt his tongue just above my dick. And then, sliding down the shaft and then, ZING! He managed to get a good bit of the tree stump in his mouth. Hot, tight, sucking, softness, my brain was exploding. I pulled him off, "No, please, not yet. I want to wait to cum with you," I gasped. "Little brother, we're young. We can blow and get hard again in a couple of seconds." "No. Please, Zane, with you." "No worries, little bro." He got right down between my legs and pulled them up so that he could get to my throbbing pucker. He began licking below my balls and into the hole. I thought I'd jump from the bed, it was so good. He opened the lube and rubbed a lot on my ass. Kneeling up with my legs spread widely, he inserted a finger, watching my face. Our eyes were locked on one another's. How do I describe the feeling of Zane's finger in my ass for the first time? As soon as his finger went in me, I knew that I wanted that sensation always. My eyes flew open and I said, "MORE! MORE, ZANE! MORE!" He added a finger, and I said, "NO! MORE!!!" He got his dick against my hole and leaned slowly against me. I kept thinking how wild it was, hot, hard, AND soft. "Get it in me, Zane, hurry?" The tip went and then he sank a couple of inches and then the thicker middle part of his shaft, then a last push and he was all the way in. That fast. He leaned against me for a second. "Fuck me, Zane, make me yours." I watched his face, my beautiful brother. Amazement, gratitude, relief, lust, and love, I saw them all across his face, and I felt the same. "So good, little bro, you're so tight, hot, fucking fantastic. Your ass is amazing. You're so hot. I want to stay in you forever. All those years, I never imagined anything could be this good..." He moved slowly, picking up speed, holding my legs open. Then, he leaned forward doing pushups over me, leaning in to kiss me as his long incredible phallus danced a magic dance in my willing, tight hole. I held him as he kissed me. "Oh, yea, bro, make me yours. Forever. All the way. Always." As I whispered to him, he began fucking me harder. "Jesus, yea, Zane, give it to me. Give me that brother seed, buddy. Breed me. Give me everything you've got!" "You want my gift, little brother? You ready for it?" He knelt back up and grabbed my cock to fist it as he roared his way to the finish line. "Oh FUCK YES! Oh HELL YES, Zane, FUCK ME!!!!" His eyes never left mine. "Here you go, baby bro, take me, Daniel, here it IS!" I FELT the heat of his cum shooting inside me as it came, squirt, pound, squirt, pound, his orgasm prolonged and wild. My own seed erupted all over my face, on the headboard above me, and down my chest. Zane kept hold of my cock as I shot, and didn't let go. He shook with aftershocks inside me. He reached for me and pulled me up so that I sat on his thighs. He held me as he would a baby, still buried inside me, not soft yet. We kissed with our eyes open, and he kept trailing down to nibble on my neck, using his teeth with some vigor. "Mark me, brother, just not above my neckline, but fuck, mark me, Zane!" He groaned and seemed to find the exactly right erotic spots to bite. Soon both our dicks were stiff again. I started moving against him inside me and he said, "Get on your knees, I need to see that gorgeous ass of yours, little brother." I lifted off and immediately hated feeling empty. I knelt and opened my ass cheeks with my hands. He first dove in and licked his seed from me, humming and vibrating my ass, which made me crazy! "Don't make me wait, Zane, I need you back in me, please..." I whined. He started just inserting the head of his cock and taking it out, not giving me that thick middle, just teasing me. "You like this, little brother? You like me fucking you? Cuz I fucking LOVE IT! I intend to be doing this a LOT. I'm gonna turn you into my little ass slut..." I just moaned into the bed and finally, he shoved himself all the way in, then began deep dicking me. Relentlessly, he fucked me, smack, smack, smacking himself against my ass, balls slapping. I felt him rubbing inside me and every time he'd rub a certain spot, I'd get this hyper-electric charge. "Giveittome! Giveittome!" I began chanting, and I felt his cock growing and his rhythm became crazy erratic. "Here it comes again, Daniel! Take it -- take all my seed inside you! Fuckl YES!!!" As he spewed into me again and again, I felt that heat as he emptied himself. That moment when I felt him shooting in me? That was just incredible. I was off in some lust-inspired land and then I came back when Zane said, "Daniel! Turn over, I need to suck you off!" I slid over on my back, feeling empty again but then, he was everywhere on my dick, licking down my piss hole, teeth outlining my corona, tongue dancing underneath my cock, lips and mouth managing somehow to enclose both of my big balls at one time, he was relentless. My hands grasped his shoulders, grabbed blankets, I covered my mouth and screamed into a pillow as Zane's mouth transported me AWAY... And then, I was shooting in my brother's mouth. He swallowed every drop. When I finished, I pulled him on top of me and we held one another. He started to talk and I just said, "Shhhh." And so, we lay quietly, holding one another. As we lay together, our bodies so familiar and yet so new, I couldn't get over the fact that just seven or eight hours ago, I'd awakened excited for our birthday, but clueless of all the day held. And now, I lay with my lover. No longer just my brother. At the starting point: the road trip, and then, the much larger adventure. I smiled into Zane's eyes and said, "Thank you, big bro. I love you. Happy birthday." Zane kissed my nose and each of my eyes and said, "Oh, buddy, thank you, too. I love you, more than I will ever be able to tell you. Happy birthday, too. Shall we hit the shower and plan a road trip?"