Date: Sat, 21 Oct 2000 19:16:23 -0400 (EDT) From: Marc Subject: Brother Lust Disclaimer: The story that follows deals with incest, watersports and other aspects of the raunch fetish. If you find these subjects offensive, or if you are under the age of eighteen, STOP HERE! Brother Lust By Rim4you Chapter One I can't sleep. It's too hot in my room even with the windows wide open. It's a muggy, steamy August night. The breeze that blows through the windows does nothing to relieve my heat. Sweat trickles down my naked body as I lay upon my bed. I love to sweat but this is not the way I enjoy sweating! Dad says the repairman for the air conditioning system in our house will be here tomorrow. But I'm hot now, in more ways than one. My hand glides down my chest. I can feel the beads of sweat trickling across my chest. My older brother, Eric, says that for a kid of fifteen I'm a bear, owing to the fine mat of hair on my chest and elswhere. Perhaps it's the Italian in me. I don't know. Eric, on the other hand, is very smooth. Perhaps he inherited more of our mother's Scandanavian traits. Eric is seventeen. His body is well toned and muscular and he takes pride in the care and attention he gives it. A drop of pre-cum oozes out of my piss hole and glides down the shaft of my aching cock. Just like me, my cock is hot on this sultry August night. I love my cock and the pleasure it give me! My hand moves ever closer to it. I run my fingers through my thick, black pubic bush and tug at the hairs. My cock jerks. It craves attention. I will not refuse it the attention it wants and the pleasure it, in return, will give me. I glide my hand up my cock shaft. I can feel the slickness of pre-cum on my dick as I work my fingers towards the tip of my cock, to my piss hole, to retrieve on my fingertips another pearly drop of cock fluid. I moan slightly as I caress my lips with the slippery substance. My tongue escapes the warm, wet cavity of my mouth and traces my lips. I love the taste of my cock's saliva just as much as I love my cock. I wrap my hand around my throbbing lover and begin to stroke. Slowly. Persistently. A trillion tingles sends wave after wave of lustful pleasure surging throughout my body. My lover pulses within my grasp and from his moist mouth, more pearls of fluid emerge. I want to kiss my lover, my cock! I swing my legs up and over my head. In doing so, my lover is only a breath away from my lips. My tongue emerges and caresses my lover gently. He returns my touch with another preacious pearl which I draw into my mouth and savor its sweet deliciousness! Like the air surrounding me, the blood in my veins courses with heat. A sensual heat. A highly erotic heat. My lips part and my cock slides into the wanton orifice of my mouth. I groan with ecstatic pleasure as my lover and I share a deep, wet kiss. It has taken me a long time to be able to caress my lover's body in this manner. He loves this very special, intimate kiss and throbs and pulses within my mouth. I love the whitness of his skin and its smoothness. It is very much like Eric's body. White and smooth to the touch. I long for my brother, Eric. To share the intimacy of my lover with him. To show him this new discovery of mine. The way I make love to my cock! Something is trickling down my throat. It is warm. Its taste is tangy. Slowly its flavor fills my mouth and I swallow. The trickle has become a stream. The stream a rushing liquid. A waterfall of my lover's golden nectar cascading down my throat. It is my piss, yet it is my lover's gift to me. I relish it with delight and receive it wholeheartedly. The liquid gold seeps out of the corners of my lips. It wets my cheeks and my long, brown hair. Like the sweat running down my body wetting me, so to my piss, seeping from my mouth, wets the pillow beneath my head. I cannot maintain this position for much longer. It hurts. I fling my legs back down. My lover is still spitting his golden nectar. Piss flies like a geyser, a fountain spurting high in the night air and splashing down on me. It wets my body and my bed. I bathe myself in this golden, warm liquid, running my hands over my chest, along my neck and onto my face. I suck the sweetness of my piss from off of my fingertips. My groans become louder. My piss flow trickles to a stop. I grab my lover, my cock, and together we wallow in the warm, wet sheets. I have pissed on myself and in my bed yet I don't care on this steamy, hot night. The sheets can be washed and the mattress will dry leaving its pissy aroma behind for me to savor. All that matters now is my cock. I masturbate in earnest now. My hand flies up and down my thick, long shaft rapidly. I bring myself close to the edge of ultimate pleasure then stop. My lover jerks and throbs wildly. We are teasing each other, prolonging our intimate union. I reach down to my balls and tug on them. They are wet with sweat and piss. They are full, containing my seed which wants to be released. Yet, I will not give in to their demands just yet. My mind is flooded with thoughts of Eric, my brother! Thoughts so perverse I try to put them aside but cannot. I long for him. I yearn for him. I want and need him. I love him! Would he accept, be receptive to these vile thoughts I am having of him? I don't know. In my present state of mind I can only yield to these thoughts that will not go away or erase themselves from my mind. I have watched over the years the way Eric transformed from a boy into a young man. His piercing green eyes, so full of boyhood wonder and curiousity are now transfixed upon the complexities of his world. What was once a lanky boy is now an exquisite sculpture, finely chisled, toned and defined much like Michaelangelo's rendering of the boy, David, who slew the giant, Goliath. Yes. My brother, Eric, is beautiful and I adore him in more ways than he could possibly imagine. Reaching down to the side of my bed, I grasp an object. Bringing it up to my face I breathe its pungent aroma. Once more my mind swirls with the most foul thoughts and desires for the object that I am pressing to my face and taking such delight in smelling is Eric's damp, sweaty jockstrap! His strap reeks of his cock and balls stench. Where the two straps join there is a particular aroma that I love which apparently has gently rubbed against Eric's most private part of his body. His asshole! The pouch is crusty with the residue of Eric's sweat, piss and yes, cum. The aroma is heady but I am drawn to that particular part of Eric's jockstrap that has kissed his asshole. The fragrance here is slightly stonger. Riper. More robust. It is evident to me that my brother has worn his supporter for a very long time without tossing it into the dirty clothes hamper for our Mom to wash. Perhaps Eric does not want his jockstrap to be washed at all. Perhaps he left it beside his bed on purpose for me to discover and take delight in its funk. My cock gives its approval to the scent drifting up my nostrils by throbbing and drooling more pre-cum. I press the fetid strap more firmly against my nose and inhale deeply. I sigh, groan and moan loudly. Chapter Two "What the fuck!" A voice booms. I freeze. In my perverted lust I didn't hear the soft knocking on my bedroom door. What can I do? What can I say? In my carelessness I failed to lock my door. I have been discovered. Detected, engaging not only in my self stimulation but with my brother's jockstrap pressed against my face! Shame. Horror. Disgust. Anger wells up within me that someone would invade the privacy of my room without my consent. "What the fuck's goin' on here? Answer me, Tony!" The door closes behind the figure. My heart is pounding, beating wildly within my chest. I raise myself up, my elbows digging into my wet bed. Eric's jockstrap falls from my face onto my chest. I am frightened, yet excited at the same time. My cock does not withdraw. Rather it jerks itself up as if wanting to be seen in the pale moonlight filtering in my room. "I asked you a question, Tony! Answer me, now!" The voice demanded. The figure moving closer and closer to my bed. My anger yielded to boldness. "What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" I bellowed back. "What gives you the fuckin' right to barge into my room?" "Why you god-damn, disrespectful little son-of-a bitch!" the voice boomed back. The looming figure raised his hand to strike me. In the faint light I could see the muscles in his arm tense and in doing so flex as his hand hand descended towards me. I snapped to attention. My arm shot up and in front of my face to divert the blow that was coming my way. In doing so, I grabbed the flaying hand, grasped it firmly within my grip and pulled hard. My swift action caught the towering figure above me completely off guard and he fell forward onto me. His body, warm and sweaty like man, pressed against me and against my hard, rigid cock! His hot breath, reeking of beer, hovered above my face. Our eyes met in a deep glance of anger and fury. "Answer me, Tony!" The voice bellowed again, hissing. In doing so, spit flew from his mouth onto my lips. Instinctively my tongue snaked forward and drew his spit into my mouth. "Fuckin' pervert!" He yelled. "Yeah, fucker!" I snickered back, wrapping my arms and legs around his sweaty body and drawing him closer to me. "What ya gonna do to me? Beat me up? Will that make you feel more like a man?" "Why you god-damn, fuckin' little ..." I reached up and entwined my fingers in the intruder's wavy hair and in one swift motion yanked him forward pressing his lips against mine, burying his last word into muffled silence. He resisted my kiss at first trying to tug himself away but my grasp upon his hair was to much for him. The more he struggled to free himself, the more I pulled at his hair. He gasped in a momentary instant of pain then slowly relaxed and yielded to my kiss. I grinded my crotch upwards against his and felt the rigidness of his cock, confined in his damp briefs, press firmly against mine. I moaned as his mouth opened and sucked between his wet lips, my tongue! "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned, as he wrapped his lips around my tongue and sucked. "Fuckin' like that, don't ya, Tony-boy?" He rasped. "Yes!" I groaned back, pulling his mouth back onto mine. Our tongues met and flicked against each other's like two mating snakes. Being that he was above me, his saliva dripped into my mouth which I welcomed and savored its taste. I slid my hands under the damp fabric of his briefs. I felt and kneaded the sweaty flesh of the mounds of his ass. I pried his ass cheeks apart and fingered his hot, sweaty, damp asshole. "Tony-boy!" He murmerred, kissing me all the more deeply, calling me by the familiar name only the immediate members of my family nicknamed me. "Yeah, fucker!" I moaned back, slipping a finger within his sweaty asshole, "I'm your Tony-boy!" Hearing me say that, his kisses traced my neck and moved towards my ear where he swirled his tongue. His hot breath resounded in my ear and I gyrated my throbbing cock, my lover, against his. "What have you done, Tony-boy?" He whispered, breathlessly into my ear. "Your bed is so wet!" "I've pissed on myself!" I answered, grinding my crotch more feverishly against his. "Oh fuck!" he gasped. "That's so god-damn hot!" I slid my probing finger from his asshole and brought it under my nose and took a deep whiff. "Fuck! What are you doing, Tony-Boy?" "I'm sniffing your asshole! I'm smelling your stink!" "Fuck!" "Smell it with me!" I gasped. "I dunno! I don't know if I can do that, Tony-boy!" "Please!" I groaned. "Smell your asshole with me!" Hesitantly, he brought his nose to my upturned finger and sniffed, cautiously. "It stinks, Tony-boy! I ... uh ..." "Smell it!" I demanded. "But ..." "Do it!" He sniffed more deeply. "That's so nasty!" He whispered. "Yes! It is!" I groaned. "It's your stink. The stink I love!" "Please, Tony-boy! Don't make me ..." "Smell it again!" I rasped Again he took a deep whiff of his pungent aroma. "Why are you doing this to me, Tony-boy?" "Because I know you want me and to want me you have to give into my darkest desires!" "Fuck!" he moaned. "This is all so fuckin' nasty! Yet, you've gotten me to feelin' so hot!" With his mouth, he trailed wet kisses down my neck, through the fine mat of hair upon my chest towards my aching cock. As he did so, he hooked his fingers itno the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down. I groaned loudly when his lips brushed against my hard, throbbing cock. "Suck it!" I gasped. "Suck my dick!" "I dunno, Tony-boy! I don't know if I can!" "Suck my cock!" I pleaded. I felt his lips kiss the head of my cock. "I don't know if I can do this, Tony-boy!" "Do it, fucker! I know you want to!" I felt his mouth open, his warm breath upon the mushroom head of my dick. "Suck it! Suck my cock!" "Tony-boy!" I felt his warm lips curl around the head of my dick. Slowly, he drew it into his wet mouth. I moaned with pleasure. "Suck! Suck!" I gasped. He drew more of my throbbing cock into his mouth. His tongue lapped at the sensitive underside of my dick, just below the swollen head. My body thrashed against the piss soaked sheets. Inch by inch, my dick sunk into his mouth. Instinctively he sucked. His head began to bob up and down my pulsing cock. "Yeah! That's it, fucker! Suck my cock! Show me what a cocksucker you are! You like sucking cock, don't you?" "Yes! Yes!" he whispered, slurping at my dick. "I'm sucking your dick, Tony-boy!" I placed my hands on his head and pushed him onto my aching cock. It felt wonderful. His resistance melted and he surrendered to his animal instincts. I reached for Eric's jockstrap upon my chest. Clasping it in my hand I sunk its funky pouch into my mouth and sucked, drawing from its fibers the raw essense of my brother! The tongue flicked its way down my shaft towrards my sweaty balls. It lapped each hairy orb and sucked it into his mouth. "Oh yeah!" I cried. "Suck my balls!" He did so, saturating each nut with his saliva. Releasing my balls from his mouth, he worked his way further downward, his mouth descending into my hairy ass trench. He pushed my legs upwards and towards my chest. "Don't stop!" I whimpered. "But it stinks, Tony-boy! Your ass smells so stink!" "Smell my stink ass!" I cried, grasping his head and pushing it towards my asshole. He had no choice. My grip. My fingers entwined in his hair yanked him closer to my funky, smelly hole. "Sniff it! Smell my stinky ass!" "Please, Tony-boy! Don't make me do this! I ..." "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" I hollered. "Just smell my asshole!" I could feel his nose against my sweaty, moist hole. I could hear the tentative, cautious sniffs he took. "Smell it!" "Please, Tony-boy!" he pleaded. "It's so stink! Your ass smells so dirty!" "Smell my shithole, fucker! Smell it!" He took a deep breath and coughed. His immediate reflex was one of revulsion. "I ... I ... it's so stink, Tony-boy! Please! ..." his voice trailed. "Smell my dirty asshole!" I gasped. "I know you want it!" I bucked my ass onto his face, rubbing it, grinding it over his nose. He struggled but to no avail. Each tug of his head met by my grasping fingers upon his hair. "Please, Tony-boy! It's so stink!" No matter how he pleaded or protested, I ground my smelly butt all the more onto his face. "Eat my ass!" I hissed. "No! I can't do that!" came the reply. "Eat it, bitch!" I hollered. "You can fuckin' eat pussy can't you? Now eat my smelly cunt!" "But that's ..." "No different!" I continued. "Pussy is grundgy and smelley just like my boy cunt! Eat it out! Eat my stinky boy cunt!" His tongue darted out and lapped at my hole. My hairy, gaping hole. "Oh yeah, fucker!" I moaned. "That's it! Taste my stink!" He had no choice. The more he tried to yank his head away, the more I tugged at his head and pulled roughly at his hair. "Don't fight me, Dad!" I whispered. ****************************** I welcome your comments. Wrtie to me at Rim4you@webtv.net