Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2007 20:18:43 +0000
From: S. K. <s.k.stories@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Aaron and Amir, Part 15' (S.K.) (BBB spank incest oral rim hs )

We rested a few minutes, neither asleep nor awake, with my head on Amir's
chest and his hand in
my hair. It was during this quiet aftermath that we heard the sounds coming
from the bathroom, saw
the movement of a shadow under the door. The bathroom was dim, as the lights
were off, but not so
dark that the shadow didn't stand out clearly as it shifted then hit the
doorknob by accident and let
out a startled grunt.
1. Amir sprang up and yanked the lock open on the bathroom door. I got up on
my knees.
"Qasim!"
There was no question about what had been going on. The shocked and guilty
look on Amir's pretty
brother's face was enough.
"You little shit!"
In seconds flat, an enraged Amir had dragged Qasim by the shirt over to his
bed.
With a tug, the boy's shorts were down around his thighs. Amir didn't bother
to work his briefs off;
instead, he yanked them roughly up into Qasim's crack, making him shriek and
leaving only the
cheeks bare. Then he pushed his slender body down over the bed and began
scolding him for spying,
telling him that if he ever even thought about telling, everyone would also
know about last week's
"spill", and the hard-ons he got whenever he was spanked. He punctuated this
"lecture" with firm
slaps all over his brother's round behind. The golden cheeks wiggled and
flushed red as Qasim
struggled to escape. Amir would tug on his hair and shirt and drag him back
down onto the bed,
while landing harder and faster slaps on his butt-cheeks.
Qasim soon quit struggling, realizing just how angry his brother was.
Finally, Amir stopped, reached
down and turned Qasim's hip, lifting his bottom and revealing his rather
full crotch.
"You're hard, you little pervert," he snarled, though there was as much
delight as anger in his eyes.
"I knew you would be."
And Qasim, who hadn't cried a drop during the spanking, burst into tears. I
sat back on my sore ass,
stunned.
Qasim sobbed, and Amir slapped his behind six or seven more times before
Qasim spat at him:
"You're just like Rahman! Asshole! You hate me too."
Amir stopped, his face immediately softening, his hand on his brother's ass.
"No, I don't. And I
sincerely doubt Rahman does."
"You must. You think I'm a pervert. Exactly like Rahman."
"Hey," Amir said, more kindly, "You were the one spying on us. That *is*
pretty perverted."
He gave his butt a not-so-gentle pat.
"I don't hate you," he said, shifting to lay on his side next to the prone
Qasim, who was hiding his
face in the waterbed. "I just I was just pissed. And I'm afraid "
"I won't tell, OK? If that's what you're afraid of."
"It is," Amir turned Qasim's face toward him so they could look at each
other, and smoothed some
sweaty black hair out of his eyes. "I also want to know why you were
watching us. I didn't even
know you were home, you know."
"I slept in. I was curious." Qasim sniffed. "I heard you when I went in the
bathroom to wash my
face. I looked through the keyhole and saw you kissing."
"What did you think?'
"That it was interesting." Qasim tried to hide his face again, but Amir
wouldn't let him.
"Interesting?"
"Yeah. Interesting."
"What about the rest of it? After the kissing."
"That was interesting too, what you did to Aaron. The spanking and   D-Does
he do that to you?"
"Fuck me? Yeah."
"And you like it?"
"Of course. Or I wouldn't let him."
"I thought you hated each other."
"We did. But then this started. I'll tell you about it, maybe, if Aaron says
it's OK."
Qasim glanced up at me, then back at Amir.
"Are you gay?"
"Well, I'm not straight."
There was a long pause while Qasim thought that one over.
"Do you think I'm... I don't know... cute?"
"To be honest, I think you're absolutely beautiful."
I was stunned at this admission. Not just "Yes, sure", "Yeah, you're cute",
but "You're absolutely
beautiful". My Amir was brave.
"Really?" Qasim's face lit up.
"Yes."
"Then..." Qasim swallowed. "Why don't you kiss me like you do Aaron?"
"Can I?"
"Go ahead."
I watched entranced as the two gorgeous brothers wiggled closer to one
another, then embraced, then
pressed their lips together in a tentative kiss. The mouths opened, and I
imagined their tongues
swirling softly against each other as they savored their first kiss. Amir
ran his fingers through
Qasim's glossy hair. The kiss lasted a long time, and both boys seemed to
love it. Their
bodies Qasim's a little slimmer, less muscular, Amir's better-developed
pressed closer together.
Qasim moaned into Amir's mouth as he felt his brother's fingers caress his
tender ass and bare golden
thighs.
"I always loved it when you'd kiss me on the lips," Qasim sighed, when the
boys finally came up for
air. I guessed kisses on the lips of the chaste, close-lipped variety
weren't unusual between the
two. "Like last week, after you spanked me. I wished you'd put your tongue
in."
God, this was hot. My mouth got dry. I wanted to touch them both, but I
wasn't sure Amir would
want my filthy paws on his lovely brother, when he'd just now gotten him for
himself.
"Oh, Qas." Amir hugged his brother tight. "I always wanted to, too. I just
never thought you'd let
me. I felt so awful about it, you know? I thought I was sick."
"Yeah. So did I. But I always got harder when you spanked me than when
anyone else did it."
Qasim smiled his sweet, rare, golden-boy smile. "I thought I felt yours too,
last time. In fact, I was
sure."
"You could have felt it every time. The first time Dad said I should spank
you remember, for the C
in math, when he was away? I thought I'd cream my pants when you got over my
lap."
"Want to kiss me again?" Qasim asked. "It feels good."
"Always."
Their luscious pillow-cushion Arab-boy lips met in another beautiful kiss.
This time their kiss was
more comfortable; they savored each other without shame, nibbling lower lips
gently, holding each
other tight.
I crawled over for a closer look, figuring they wouldn't mind.
Apparently, they didn't. Amir gave me a sexy smile, before diving back in,
suckling his brother's
sweet golden-pink lips and pink tongue. Qasim closed his eyes and kissed
back, eager, running his
left hand up and down Amir's bare back. When this kiss broke, they pulled
apart a bit and just
looked at each other, both smiling. They looked so good together; I could
see the brotherly
resemblance in their handsome, even features. They had the same lush lips
and bright black eyes, the
same elegantly sharp noses. Qasim was lighter-skinned and his hair was
straighter, but anyone
would know they were close relatives.
Still grinning, Qasim reached down and caressed Amir's erect cock for the
first time. I felt a jump in
my own, as if the beautiful boy had touched me too.
"Ooohh, yes, Qas..." Amir whispered, closing his eyes, squirming his stiffy
into his brother's stroking
hand. "Please touch me... Feels so good.... Stroke it harder... That's
it..."
Qasim never stopped smiling his dreamily contented smile as he moved his
closed fist up and down
his brother's thrusting shaft. After a moment he leaned in and
stage-whispered into Amir's lovely ear.
"What are you thinking about? Hmmm? Thinking about spanking me?"
"Yeah," Amir breathed, his eyes fluttering open. He smiled and sighed into a
long slow caress.
"Among other things..." His face twisted softly as Qasim's hand slid over
the head of his cock.
"Well, maybe you ought to," Qasim's grin widened. "My behavior has been
pretty bad lately.
Skipping school, spying on you... I don't think my ass is nearly red
enough."
"I'd love to," Amir said. Qasim still hadn't let up caressing him. "You know
that."
"Good." Qasim stopped and looked at him. "We'll make it like usual. You
know, like you're really
spanking me, for punishment. Only in the end you'll do what you've always
wanted to do to me. It'll
be like like a game, or something." A smirky glance my way. "And Aaron here
can watch."
Kinky bastard. I was beginning to really like Amir's little brother. I
started to jerk off, moving my
hand lazily, not wanting to come before the end of their show. Amir saw me
and smiled again.
The boys separated. Qasim stood and began getting dressed.
"What are you doing?"
"If it's going to be like a real spanking, you have to take my pants off for
me, right?"
Amir thought about it. "Of course. I guess I should get dressed too, then."
"Just your pants will be fine,"Qasim said, eyeing his brother's smooth bare
chest. "But you might
want to put on a pair you don't mind messing up." He smiled a slanted smile.
"Just in case."
Wonderful, sexy boy. I slowed up a little more on jerking myself off. If
Qasim was going to be
talking like this, there was a very real danger of my shooting before his
butt even get past the "rosy"
stage.
Amir found a pair of sweats in his top drawer and pulled them on while
Qasim, already wearing his,
watched. His appreciation for his older brother's good looks and exquisite
body was more than
obvious. His eyes shone with anticipation of all the delights the day would
offer. Finally, Amir
turned to Qasim with a stern look in his eyes. If it hadn't been for the
bulge in his slightly-too-small
sweats, I would have thought he was really angry with him. I settled back on
Amir's pillow to watch
and enjoy.
The younger Khalili was the very picture of contrition with a hint of fear,
his shining dark eyes
lowered, his lush mouth trembling softly. He looked more alluring than ever
like that. Amir took a
step toward him.
"You haven't been very good lately, have you, Qas?"
Sulkily, "No, I g-guess not."
"You know what you've done wrong?"
"I-I spied on you and Aaron." Qasim almost slipped in his act, almost
smiled, then recovered and
became the guilty boy again. "And I m-messed up your pants the last time you
had to spank me."
"That's right. You know I'm going to have to spank your little ass again for
your behavior, don't
you?"
Qasim made his eyes fill with apprehension. I almost thought he was going to
cry. "Y-yes."
Amir could barely contain an evil grin. "Go get me a hairbrush."
Qasim clearly hadn't expected this. But he'd said "like usual", and even I
knew the hairbrush was
usual. He swallowed and went over to Amir's dresser, where he rummaged
through the mess and
located an oval-shaped wooden brush, which he presented to Amir.
"Please," he said softly, reaching back and giving his bottom a rub. "Not
too hard."
Amir turned the brush over in his hand. "Of course I have to spank you hard.
How else are you
going to learn? If you don't want a sore, red butt, you shouldn't
misbehave."
Qasim spoke in a very small voice, his head lowered. "I know."
Amir pulled out his desk chair and sat down, facing me.
"Come on, Qasim. Put that butt where it needs to be."
Qasim shuffled over to Amir and bent himself across his thighs. Amir shifted
him so that his perky
rump was the highest point on his body. Then he tapped him on his sit-spot
and said to him, "You
know what to do."
Qasim whimpered a little and thrust his bottom up so that Amir could take
his pants down. As soon
as the pants and underwear were pulled to the middle of Qasim's golden
thighs, Amir began to
slowly rub the curves of his ass, telling him again how bad he had been. He
rubbed each cheek
gently with the back of the hairbrush, letting Qasim feel the implement that
was about to redden his
smooth flesh. He even ran the tip of the brush down Qasim's tender crack,
making a visible shiver go
up the boy's spine.
"Now, let's see you stick that ass up. Stick it up high. Show me you know
you deserve this
spanking."
Qasim arched his back, sticking his golden-brown behind out. The crowns of
his cheeks were still a
little pinked-up from his earlier spanking. He spread his thighs as well,
showing Amir the duskier
flesh of his crack, possibly even his pucker, though his butt-cheeks were
quite full and round each a
perfect globe and thus the cleft that ran between them was satisfyingly
deep. I wondered how it
would feel to bury my face in that soft dry warmth and feel him squirm as my
tongue teased his little
secret spot.
Amir began to lightly slap Qasim's bottom, not hurting him, really, just
enjoying the feel of the
smooth bare buttocks under his palm. Even so, Qasim made a little show of
bouncing and flinching
his backside, saying "ow" every so often, and generally acting like a boy
being spanked.
"Keep that ass still," Amir warned him, administering a sharp smack to the
underside of his left
buttock. Qasim moaned and stuck his rear end out. It was blushing a bit from
the spanks, as if it
were mildly embarrassed.
I crawled further forward and sat on the edge of the waterbed, the softness
soothing on my ass. Amir
gave me a slight smile and smacked Qasim extra hard. There was a soft moan,
and the imprint of the
brush showed up bright on Qasim's round golden cheek. Amir brought the brush
down again. I heard
Qasim's breath catch in his throat. He stuck his reddening buttocks up a bit
higher, spreading his
thighs, revealing more of that tantalizing dark crevice obviously on
purpose, for Amir's benefit.
Amir spanked him again; the cheeks flattened, rebounded, the sweet skin
flushed red. Qasim
squirmed. This time it was clear he was squirming his dripping hardness into
Amir's thigh. His legs
twitched. His moans and gasps grew louder. Amir slapped the brush down on
his rear end with
relentless vigor. Slaps on the full part of each cheek, or in the middle, or
in the soft crack, or on the
sit-spot where the two beautiful swells came together with the lean and
well-sculpted thighs. This
went on for several minutes, and the blows grew harder and louder, the brush
smashing into the
springy, yielding flesh. Qasim began to sniffle a little, but Amir paid no
mind exactly as if this were
for real. He aimed low now, focusing exclusively on the sweet spot. Qasim's
butt twitched violently,
and his body writhed, but Amir held him fast, pummeling his ass furiously.
Perhaps he was taking
out his long buildup of sexual frustration on the velvety flesh.
When Qasim burst into soft, reluctant tears, Amir eased off a little a very
little. He kept his hand on
his brother's lower back as the boy resumed rubbing even as he sobbed
against Amir's warm thigh,
giving himself rough jolts of pleasure through the pain. Amir slapped him
about a dozen more times,
then set aside the brush.
"There," he said, still playing the stern brother, "I hope that helps you
learn."
Qasim only cried quietly in response.
There was a moment's pause, then Amir began to rub Qasim's back, just as if
he really were soothing
the wayward boy after his punishment. The tears subsided. And Amir let his
hand drift, quite
casually, down to the tops of Qasim's buns. Then over the curves themselves.
Stroking, savoring.
Qasim moaned and raised his ass. Amir's hand moved over the crimson cheeks a
few more times,
then paused on the crack, now moist with the sweat of exertion and
discomfort. Qasim gave another,
louder moan, spreading his thighs. Amir's hand shifted. Then his fingertips
disappeared into Qasim's
dusky crevice, and the boy's moan blossomed in his throat, becoming almost a
shriek of pleasure as
Amir's gentle fingers finally tickled his little rose.
After a second, Amir lifted his fingers to his mouth and lathered the first
two thoroughly with spit.
With his other hand he stroked Qasim's red buttocks. He looked at me,
smiled, then reached down
and ran his spit-covered forefinger down his brother's crack.
"Ahh !" Qasim's sleek golden back arched as Amir inserted the tip of his wet
forefinger. He bucked
his narrow hips, moaning, pushing that round red ass into Amir's hand.
"Shh..." Amir said, stroking his back to push him down. "I have to go
slowly."
Qasim relaxed. He kept his legs spread wide as Amir's forefinger slid into
his tight moist heat. I
licked my dry lips watching Amir's lovely long finger disappear into that
little dusky-gold orifice. I
imagined the soft heat around my own finger, around my cock. I could see
Qasim's straight silky
hair sticking to his neck with sweat as he breathed hard, grappling with
this strange new pleasure.
Amir moved his finger inside the slick passage, causing the boy to make
gurgling guttural sounds, to
writhe and kick his lean legs. His body twitched as Amir caressed the little
button inside him; he
started to push his crotch into Amir's thigh again.
I had stopped jerking off entirely, knowing that if I touched myself now,
even with a fingertip, I
would certainly come.
Amir was smiling again, this time to himself. His eyes were lowered, focused
on his brother's
beautiful bare back and wriggling red behind. He still stroked Qasim
steadily, even as he teased his
prostate and moved his own body against Qasim's bucking, rolling hips. At
last, Qasim clenched up
  his rear end clamping around Amir's finger, a long groan issuing from his
parched mouth and
soaked the front of Amir's sweats with his hot pearly load.
He lay there a moment, catching his breath, before Amir helped him up. He
pulled him into a long,
close embrace, kissing his neck before letting him go. The two brothers
stared into each other's eyes,
then Amir pulled Qasim toward him again. This time he kissed him,
open-mouthed, soft. I imagined
how each of them must feel; in my mind I was somewhere between the two pairs
of luscious lips,
between the two wet wandering tongues.
They fell onto the bed, a foot away from me, their hands roaming all over
each other, pinching,
patting, caressing warm silken golden-brown flesh. Amir shirtless, his chest
slick with sweat, Qasim
pantless and burning red in back. His cock once again erect against Amir's
leg as they pawed each
other, lips locked together.
My body was seething with lust, but my mind was a bit dazed, shocked, as
though all this were in
grave danger of turning out to be nothing more than a wonderful dream. But
vivid little details the
bounce of the waterbed; the little beads of sweat at the brothers'
hairlines; the sucking-smooching
sound as they frenziedly swapped saliva assured me that it was indeed real.
Now they were
stripping off the remainder of one another's clothing, desperate to get
their hands on as much flesh as
possible. How long had they wanted this, secretly, each thinking the other
would scorn him if he
knew?
"You've got cum all over your stomach; I can feel it," I heard Amir growl at
Qasim, lips close to his
ear. He gave him a soft swat on the smooth side of his face. "Dirty boy
we've got to clean you up."
He sat up, laid Qasim on his back and spread his legs, crawled between them,
and began tonguing
his brother's belly and sparsely-haired inner thighs, where smears of
translucent cream still glistened.
Sometimes his tongue would catch the boy's balls or the base of his cock.
Qasim would groan in
frustration. At long last, Amir took the head of his brother's cock into his
mouth, suckled it like the
round bulb of a lollipop, then engulfed the shaft in one graceful motion. He
had all of our experience
behind him, I knew, but still it was amazing to watch. He gave Qasim expert
head for the next
minute or so, then took his mouth off and resumed lazily licking at his
thighs. Qasim squeezed his
big beautiful eyes shut and made frustrated noises, and once again Amir
swallowed him whole,
teased him, and withdrew. This time instead of going back to his thighs and
belly, he lifted his legs
and began to massage his sore cheeks. Qasim was swimming in sensation; you
could see it in the
languid look on his face, the way his moist lips hung open invitingly.
Amir gave an evil grin which Qasim, who had his eyes shut, couldn't see.
Amir's own eyes were
focused downward. Looking directly at his brother's spread crack and hole.
A second later, he wasn't just looking, but stroking with his thumbs. Qasim
pushed his ass forward
with a loud grunt of need, his handsome features twisting. Then Amir leaned
down and placed his
lush lips directly on his brother's golden-pink bud. Qasim's sweet mouth
opened wide, but nothing
came out. Amir went to work with gusto, using his tongue to coat the sides
of Qasim's crack with
spit, licking over the smooth reddened globes til they glistened, then
attacking the bud itself, kissing
and licking as Qasim writhed. I could hear the slurping sounds Amir's eager
mouth made as he
devoured his brother's virginal rose.
I recommenced stroking myself, very slowly, making it last. Qasim squirmed,
grinding his crack
into Amir's lips. His lovely golden cock was prodding his small inny
belly-button. He too reached
down and began sliding his hand over his shaft. Amir's licking and slurping
grew even more ardent,
as if he were digging into a favorite desert after a long period of
deprivation. All I could see now
were his sweaty black curls bobbing up and down, a bit of his nose and
closed eyes. I hoped when he
finished I'd get a look at his brother's saliva-covered and well-eaten hole.
Qasim began clutching the bedclothes with his free hand. His other one moved
over his cock in a
blur. When he came, his back arched up off the bed. White ropes hit his flat
golden belly. He
moaned at each spurt. Amir looked up, smiling at him. He crawled on top of
him, smearing his cum
all over his own chest and belly. Then he kissed the soft side of his neck,
gathered him into his arms.
Still catching his breath, Qasim shifted so they were lying beside each
other, looking into one
another's eyes. Another soft kiss on Qasim's neck. I guess Amir wasn't sure
how Qasim would feel
about being kissed on the mouth after he'd just eaten his ass.
I came, making a low noise as I felt the surge through my body, the warmth
on my fingers. Both
boys looked over and smiled at me, then turned back to each other, absorbed.
Amir said something into Qasim's perfect golden ear. Qasim replied, too low
for me to hear, stroking
his brother's curls as he did so. More Khalili-boy whispering. I wondered
again what about.
After a moment, they just lay against each other, relaxing. Amir's cock was
still hard. He gave
himself a few quick strokes. Soon, he had added his jizz to the smears
cooling on Qasim's and his
bodies. He held his brother close, mixing it together. They looked
beautiful, the lean golden body
and the slightly darker, slightly more developed one. My lovely Amir and his
lovely younger
brother, satisfied at last.
They basked in that satisfaction, arms around each other. I wondered if they
had dozed off, but a
glance showed me that their eyes were open; they were studying each other
with intent love.
"We're ignoring poor Aaron," Qasim said, after a long time, a bit of
unmistakable mischief in his
voice. "We *really* shouldn't."
"You're right we shouldn't." Amir looked up, winked at me.
"Do you think Aaron wants to kiss me too?" Qasim asked. He glanced up at me
with a playful
smile. "I think he does. I want to kiss him. If you don't mind."
"*I* don't mind. But I don't know if he does."
Now I had two utterly delicious Arab boys smiling teasingly up at me, two
sets of gorgeous
gleaming black eyes, two rows of clean white teeth. One beauty
golden-skinned, the other just a
shade or two darker. One with glossy crests of thick straight hair, the
other with short soft curls.
Both faces beaming with inviting lust.
"We should ask him."
My cock began to harden again.
"How about it?" Amir turned toward me. "Qasim here wants you to kiss him.
Interested?"
In answer I threw myself down beside Qasim and pulled the naked boy toward
me. For just a
second, I was hesitant, a little. Of course, I had never kissed a boy other
than Amir. Amir was
special to me, and I wanted him and the things we did together to stay that
way. But lust quickly
won over as Qasim's handsome face moved toward mine, his lush golden-pink
lips pushed out just a
little, his dark-lashed eyes sweetly shut.
Who could resist that?
I pressed my lips to his, felt him open to accept my tongue, and melted in
his warm sweet mouth.