Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 17:49:44 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Brother Lust (Part 2)

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 (Part 2)
By Rim4you

Chapter One

"Tony-boy!  I can't believe what you've got me doin'!"

I had him, my father, the man who sired me and who I so much resembled,
right where I wanted him.  Between my legs, sniffing and eating out my
funky ass!

Eric D'Angelo, Sr., my Dad, is a towering, strapping figure of a man.
He's all man.  A drill sargent in the Marine Corps.  He takes no
bullshit from the men he trains nor from Eric, his namesake, or I.  Eric
and I fear him and love him at the same time.  He's our Dad and has
always been good to us and to hear him say, "I'm so proud of you boys!
Your my sons!"  always keeps Eric and I on that straight and narrow path
of trying not to disappoint him.

I didn't plan on what was taking place now with my Dad between my legs.
I felt as though the tables were turned.  Now I was the drill instructor
and my Dad, the recruit! Perhaps he was just playing along, taking that
role of the novice on purpose for my benefit to get what he ultimately
wanted?  I don't know, but in any event I would play out this scene with
him to the hilt whatever the consequenses.

"Don't stop, Dad!"  I whispered, my voice heavy with teenage lust.
"Don't stop eating out my ass!  It feels so fuckin' good!"

"Fuck, son!  Tony-boy!  You're makin' me do things I've never wanted to
do until now!  I feel so nasty!  So fuckin' twisted!"
Your hairy ass is so funckin' stink, Tony-boy!  So fuckin' raunchy and
I'm lovin' it just as much as I love you!"

"I love you too, Dad.  Show me how much you love your Tony-boy!  Don't
stop what you're doing.  Eat my dirty ass!"

He swirled his tongue around my funky hole, lapping at it, probing it
with his tongue.  I figured it was the way he ate out my Mom's pussy
only this time, Dad was eating out my boy cunt!  What a rush!

I pulled my legs further back and Dad placed his hands on my ass cheeks
and spread my hairy trench wide so he could access my asshole easily.
He sucked at my asshole with passion, grunting and moaning with
pleasure.

"I love eating your stink ass, Tony-boy!  Fuck!  You're gettin' me so
hot, son!"  Dad groaned, slurping my anal juices into his mouth.  His
five o'clock shadow scraping against my flesh sent shivers up my spine
and I pulled and tugged at the piss soaked sheets, bucking and grinding
my ass onto his mouth.

"Dad?"  I moaned.

"Yes, son?"

"I wanna eat your ass too, Dad!  Sit on my face!"

Dad continued his tongue work on my shithole.  It was driving me wild
with lust.

"You sure you wanna do that, Tony-boy?  I know I'm dirty back there.  I
haven't showered yet and with all this heat, the sweat and all, I know
it'll ..."

"Stink!"  I cried out.  "Yes!  That's what I want, Dad!  I want your
fuckin' stink!  I wanna smell like your asshole, Dad!"

In one quick motion, he swung himself over me and lowered his hairy,
sweaty butt onto my face.  I pulled his muscular ass cheeks apart and
took a deep breath.

"Fuck!"  I gasped, sniffing the pungent aroma coming from my Dad's ass.
I sniffed long, hard and deep, pressing my nostrils right up to his
funky hole.

"You like doin' that, Tony-boy?  Yeah?  You like smellin' dirty Marine
butt?  Let me hear you, boy!  Sniff my D.I. shithole!"

"Yes!  Yes!"  I groaned.  "I love the way your ass smells, Dad!"  I
swirled my tongue around his asshole.  A tangy taste filled my mouth.

"Fuckin' enjoyin' that Marine, butt-stud ass aren't you, Tony-boy?"

"Oh fuck yes!"

"Bet you'd fuckin' love it if I called you into the crapper after I'd
taken a shit and have you wipe my fuckin' dirty hole with your tongue!
You'd like that wouldn't you, Tony-boy?"

"Yes, Dad!"  I cried out.

"Fuckin' ass pig is what you are, Tony-boy!"

He bore down and smothered my face in the ripe trench of his ass,
grinding.

"We're gonna go through a fuckin' drill right now, son!  See if you're
tough enough to handle Marine butt!"

"Anything!  Whatever you wanna do!"

"Toss me that jockstrap you've been huffin'."

I flung Eric's jockstrap up to my Dad.  He brought it up under his nose
and took a whiff.

"Whew!  Tony-boy!  Don't you ever wash this fuckin' thing?"

"It's not mine, Dad."  I answered, slurping away at his asshole.

"Well who the fuck does it belong to then?"

"It's Eric's, Dad."

"This is your brother's stinkin' strap?"

"Yes.  I swiped it!"

"It's fuckin' filthy as shit, Tony-boy!  You like smellin' your
brother's stink?"

"Yes, Dad!  Whatever I can get my hands on.  Eric's jockstrap.  His
dirty underwear with skid marks in 'em.  His sweaty sox.  Anything!
I've even buried my face in his stinkin' sneakers and once, Dad, one
time after Eric took a dump, I went into the bathroom after him just so
I could smell his stink!  The toilet didn't flush all his shit down and
..."

"And what, Tony-boy?  Keep talkin'.  You're fuckin' turnin' me on!"

"You sure you wanna hear this, Dad?"

"Fuckin' tell me, Tony-boy!  Or do I have to beat it outta you?"

"Well, there was this turd still in the bowl.  I picked it up, Dad, and
sniffed it."

"Ah fuck, Tony-boy!  Stick your finger up my ass now!"

I worked my finger up my Dad's shithole and dug around.  He moaned.  Was
it possible that this macho, Marine stud liked having things up his ass?

"Find somethin' ya like up there, Tony-boy?"

"I feel shit, Dad!"  I groaned.  "I can feel your turd!"

"That's right, son!"  Dad snapped.  "That's fuckin' genuine Marine shit!
Marine turd!  Say it.  Acknowledge it!"

"I feel Marine shit, sir!  I'm digging my finger into Marine turd, sir!"

"That's right, Tony-boy!  From now on, my asshole will be your fuckin'
playground!  Now dig that turd outta my ass, boy!"

I jabbed my finger into my Dad's turd.  He moaned loudly, pressing
Eric's stinking jockstrap to his face.  Withdrawing my finger, it was
coated with his shit.

Dad swung off of me and knelt beside me, looking down at me and the
shitty finger I held up before me.

"Smell it!"  He demanded, pulling on his hard cock.  "You've made me do
some really nasty things tonight, Tony-boy.  Now it's my turn.  Smell
your fuckin' dirty finger!"

I brought my filthy finger under my nose and inhaled deeply.  The foul
stench swept up my nostrils.  My cock, my lover, jumped with excitement!

"Rub that finger on your nose!  Get that Marine stink on you, boy!"

I rubbed my finger over my nose and even up my flaring nostrils.

"Oh yeah!"  Dad whispered.  "That's fuckin' hot, Tony-boy!  Now prove to
me that your tough, the way I raised you and Eric to be.  Suck your
shitty finger!  Clean it off for me!  Eat my shit!"

I slid my finger into my mouth and sucked. A tangy, gamey flavor filled
my mouth which I likened to spinach or liver.  It was bitter yet
palatable.  I didn't gag.  In fact, I rather enjoyed the taste.

"Fuck yes!  That's my nasty boy!  Makin' me fuckin' proud of you, son!"

My Dad had uttered those words.  Like my brother Eric, I couldn't
disappoint him.  No!  That would be the ultimate sin.  After all, didn't
I get him to do things that were vile and disgusting tonight?

"More, Dad!"  I moaned, sucking clean my finger and holding it up for
his inspection.  "Please!  More Marine shit!"

"Fuck, Tony-boy!  You've just earned a promoton from Private to Lance
Corporal!"

Dad reached behind himself, placing his hand under his asshole.  He
squatted down.  With a slight gurnt, he dropped a small turd onto the
palm of his hand.

I watched with excitement as he brought his gift towards me.

"Can't fuckin' mess us your bed too much, Tony-boy.  Your Mom would
wonder what the fuck you've been up to!"

"Feed me, Dad!  Feed me Marine-stud shit!"

He grasped the firm four inch turd that he pinched off and slid it
between my lips.

"Suck on it, Tony-boy!"  he whispered.  "Suck on it like you're suckin'
on cock.  Eric's cock!"

I did as my father asked.  I sucked on his turd, imagining that I was
sucking on my brother's filthy cock.  That bitter taste filled my mouth
again, only this time it was more robust.  Stronger.

"Yeah!  Fuckin' suck on my turd, son!  Let it melt in your fuckin' pig
mouth!  Oh yeah!"

I reached down between my legs and grabbed my cock.  My hand flew up and
down my shaft as I sucked my Dad's turd in and out of my mouth.

"That's it, Tony-boy!  Play with your dick!  Make it feel real good!
Let Daddy feed you Marine turd!"

I sucked and sucked on my Dad's turd.  Brown spit dripped out of the
corners of my mouth.  Shit stink filled my nostrils.

I goraned out loud.  My body tensed.  My toes curled.  I bit into my
Dad's shit log and chewed.  I swallowed his waste.  Still I went back
for more as my dick erupted and sent rope and rope of my cum flying high
into the air.

"Fuck yes!"  Dad hollered.  "Shoot that fuckin' load for Daddy,
Tony-boy!  Cum!"

As I shot my cream, Dad pumped furiously on his big, thick ten inch rock
hard cock.

"Gonna fuckin' bust my nut too, Tony-boy!"  he yelled.  "Gonna fuckin'
cum with you, son!  This is for you and Eric!  Fuck!  Fuck!"

As he shot his wad over my face, Dad shoved Eric's jockstrap into his
gaping mouth, sucking hungrily.

"I love you boys!"  he panted, over and over as his dick spasmed and
spurt after spurt of his hot man cum splattered on my face.

I rubbed his seed, the seed that sired me and my brother, all over my
face and into my mouth.

He collapsed on top of me, his body, like mine, convulsing in the
aftershocks of our orgasms.  His mouth found mine and we exchanged a
deep, sloppy, wet shitty kiss.

"You're fuckin' Marine material all the way, Tony-boy!  No doubt about
that!"

"Am I, Dad?"  I moaned, returning his deep kiss.

"Yes!"  he murmerred back.  "Wanna sign up, son?"

"Only if you'll be my D. I., Dad!"

"Oh I will, son!  You can fuckin' count on that!"

Chapter Two

I got up early the next morning.  For one, I had to toss my sheets into
the washing machine.  Being a Saturday, Mom would strip all the beds and
wash the sheets.  I didn't want her stripping my bed on this particular
morning!

"You're up mighty early, Tony-boy."  Mom said, sweetly as I sat down at
the breakfast table.

"Just thought I'd help you out, Mom, and throw my own laundry into the
washer.  Gotta learn how to wash clothes sometime!"

"That's nice of you, Tony-boy!"  Mom chirped.  "Did you remember to
separate the darks from the whites?"

"Jeepers, Mom!  That's too much trouble.  I just through everything
together!"

"Oh my god!"  Mom quirked.

"Give the kid a break, honey!"  Dad said, grabbing Mom by the waist and
giving her a kiss on the cheek.  "At least Tony-boy is tryin' to give
you a helping hand."

Dad cocked his head back at me and gave me a bright smile and a wink of
his eye.

"And don't think that I don't appreciate it," Mom responded. "But if he
dosen't separate his clothes ..."

"Sure does smell good what you're rustlin' up, dear."  Dad chuckled.

"Gotta feed my men!"  Mom replied, humming a song as she busied herself
fixing breakfast.

Dad slid into his chair and reaching under the table, gave my leg a
squeeze.

"Good morning, son!"

""Mornin', Dad!"

"Tony-boy, go call your brother down to breakfast."  Mom said, pouring
coffee for Dad.

I bounded from my seat and ran to the staircase.

"Eric!  Eric!"  I shouted, at the top of my lungs.  "Breakfast!"

"I didn't mean for you to shout at your brother, Tony-boy," Mom
protested, as I came back into the kitchen.

"Boys will be boys!"  Dad chuckled.

"I thought I raised you boys with a little more refinement.  Now, go
upstairs and call your brother down to breakfast properly."

"Ah, Ma!"  I whined.  "Do I have to go all the way upstairs?  I'm sure
Eric heard me."

"Son!"  Dad interjected, "Just do what your mother asks.  It will save
us all a lecture on proper etiquette!"  Dad busted out laughing.

"That's not funny, Eric!  I'm just trying to instill in our sons some
semblance of manners!"

"I know, sweetheart,"  Dad continued laughing, "but when you and I get
old and the boys are outta the house, you're gonna miss their crazy
antics and their rude manners too!"

"Well, Eric!"  Mom responded, "Until that day comes ..."

Mom's voice trailed.  She dabbed at her eyes.

"Geez, Mom!  Eric and I haven't flown the coop yet!  I still plan on
freeloading at least till I'm twenty-five!"

"Is that right, Tony-boy?"  Dad chuckled.

"Yeah, Dad!"  I chirped.

"Get outta here and go call your brother down to breakfast properly like
your Mom asked you to!"

I mutterd to myself and made a mad dash up the staircase.

"Eric!  Eric!"  I shouted, bounding up the stairs, "Mom says to get your
lazy ass down to breakfast right now!"

"Mercy me!"  Mom sighed.

"That's our Tony-boy!"  Dad responded.  "I wouldn't have him any other
way!"

Mom laughed.  "Neither would I!  Rude and crude as he might be!"

Dad reached over and clasped Mom's hand in his.

"As long as our boys are here with us, let's just love 'em and enjoy
'em."

"Oh I will, Eric!  Believe me, I will!"

When I reached the top of the stairs, I ran towards my brother's room at
the far end of the hall.  Not thinking, I flung his bedroom door wide
open.

"Don't you ever fuckin' knock?"  Eric snapped.

"Eric!  I ... uh ... I'm sorry!  Honest!  Mom made me ..."

"Yeah!  I heard.  It's not your fault, Tony-boy.  Forgive me?  For
yellin' at ya?"

My eyes bugged out of their sockets.  There was my brother, kneeling on
his bed.  He was naked and pulling on his cock!  I was mesmerized at the
sight of my brother.  His body rippling with muscles.  His cock in his
hand.

"Eric?"

"It's okay, Tony-boy!  Close the door, please."

I closed the door behind me and locked it. I froze.

"What's the matter, Tony-boy?  Cat got your tongue?  See somethin' ya
want?"

Eric waved his cock at me.

"Or better yet!"  Eric continued, spinning himself around and crouching
down on his hands and knees, swirling his ass in the air.

"Eric!  I ... uh ..."

I fumbled for words.  My voice cracked.

"Did ya find the present I left ya, li'l bro?"

"What was that ... Eric?"

"Fuck!  Don't play coy with me, Tony-boy!  My jockstrap!  My stinkin'
jockstrap!"

"Eric ... uh .. I did see it layin' there and ..."

"You fuckin' took it, didn't you, Tony-boy?"

"Yeah!"  I answered, hanging my head down.

"I wasn't finished with it yet, brother!  I wanted to ripen' it up some
more ... for you!"

"Eric!"  I gasped, reaching down between my legs to grope my rising
dick.

"Whip out your cock, little brother!  Show me what ya got!"

"Eric!"

"Fuck!  Ya got that right, Tony-boy!  I'm Eric alright!  Your fuckin'
brother!"

"But ..."

"Pull it out, man!  I wanna see your dick!  I wanna see if you look just
as much like Dad as everyone says you do!"

I fumbled at my shorts and freed my cock, exposing myself to my older
brother.

"Oh yeah!"  Eric whispered.  "Fuckin' big!  Just like Dad's!"

"What are you saying, Eric?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you, Tony-boy?

"I don't understand, Eric ... I ..."

"You really don't, do you?"

I shook my head.  Tears welled up in my eyes.  Eric jumped up from his
bed and ran towards me.  He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the
top of my head.

"Don't cry, Tony-boy!"  Eric spoke, softly.  "I just thought you knew.
Please don't cry.  Mom will get on to me thinkin' that I've roughed you
up!"

"Knew what, Eric?  You're confusing me.  I'm scared.  Dad?"

"He's been fuckin' me since I was ten, Tony-boy!"

"What?  You mean last night ...?"

"Fuck!  Tony-boy!  Did he rape you last night?  Tell me!"

"No!  No, Eric!  He didn't rape me.  He didn't force himself on me!
Don't be mad at Dad!  Please, Eric!"

I clung to my brother and sobbed.  Why?  I can't really say.

"He didn't force you, Tony-boy?  You can tell me.  Did he?"

"No, Eric!  He didn't.  He caught me jackin' off and one thing led to
another and ..."

"Shhhhh!  Hush, Tony-boy!  You don't have to say anything more.  As long
as he didn't force you!"

"He didn't, Eric!  Honest!  In fact, I was the one that led him on.  I
wanted him, Eric!  But to be totally honest, I wanted you!"

I sobbed uncontrollably.  Eric held me close.

"It's okay, little brother!  It's okay!  God, how I wish it was the same
for me!"

"What do you mean, Eric?"

"I mean, at first, Dad just took me.  He raped me, Tony-boy!  Over the
years I learned to enjoy it.  But in the beginning, I hated it.  He hurt
me!"

"Is he still hurting you, Eric?"

"No!  No, Tony-boy!  Those days have passed.  Long passed.  Don't you
worry about me, little brother.  I was just worried about when it might
happen to you!"

I cried all the more harder and clung to my brother.

"Please stop crying, Tony-boy!  Please.  Mom will really get on my case
if she finds out you've been crying.  You're her favorite, you know
that, don't you?"

"That's not true, Eric!  Mom and Dad," I sobbed, "they love us both just
the same!  I'm nobody's favorite, Eric!  I'm just Tony-boy!"

"I'm sorry, little brother.  I didn't mean to hurt you.  It's just that
... uh ... Dad ... he loves us in a special way."

"I love you, Eric!  Don't hate Dad!  Please don't!  You, Mom and Dad,
you're all I have!"

"Ah, Tony-boy!"  Eric sighed, "I love you too!  And no, I don't hate Dad
for what he did to me.  I love him, if that's what's bothering you or
upsetting you.  I just didn't like the way it started between us, that's
all.  I just didn't want it to be the same for you, but obviously it was
different."

I turned my tear streaked face up at my brother.

"I want you too, Eric!  I adore you!"

"And I want you, Tony-boy!  Just don't adore me.  I'm not worth that."

"But to me you are, Eric!"

"Ah, geez, Tony-boy!  You're the best brother any guy could hope to
have!"

"Let me show you how much I love you, Eric."

As I dropped to my knees before my brother, Dad's shouts could be heard.

"Tony-boy!  Eric!  Your breakfast is getting cold!"

"We'll be right down, Dad!"  Eric shouted back.

As Dad made his way back into the kitchen, Mom wrung her hands.

"When will you boys learn some proper manners?  I should have had
girls!"

"Well sweetheart!"  Dad chuckled, "A daughter?  I'm all for that!  Let's
say you and me get started on that right away!"

"Oh, Eric!  I didn't mean it like that!  You've made me the happiest
woman in the world, being mother to Eric, junior, and Tony-boy!"

"You mean, Antony!  I think it's time we stopped calling him Tony-boy.
After all, he's a youg man now."

"He'll always be our Tony-boy no matter what, honey!"

"Yeah!  I guess you're right.  Damn!  I sure got some fine boys!"

"You most certainly do, Eric.  We did good!"

"Last one down the stairs eats ..."

"Shit!"  Eric hollered.

Eric and I tore down the stairs whooping and hollering at each other.

"Sounds like a herd of elephants descending upon us, dear!"

"They're your sons, Eric!"  Mom responded, stabbing at the western
omelot she had just made.

"Eric!  Tony-boy!  What did I tell you about usin' bad language around
your mother!"  Dad hollered.

"I didn't say 'shit' Dad.  Eric said that!"

"Ya said it now, Tony-boy!"  Eric responded, slapping my ass as the two
of us rounded the corner into the kitchen and slid towards our seats,
tumbling onto the floor, laughing.

"Boys!  Boys!"  Dad shouted at us, laughing.

"Never a dull moment around here!"  Mom quirked.  "When you boys have
finished playing the fool, you can pick yourselves off of the floor and
seat yourselves at the breakfast table properly!"

"Sorry, Mom!"  Eric said.

"He started it, Mom.  Eric said 'shit,' not me!"

"Now you've said it, Tony-boy!  Now the two of you just settle down and
eat your breakfast!  Preferably from your chairs.  Nof the floor!"

Eric, lying flat on his back, his legs raised high in the air, let rip a
stong, ripe fart.

"He farted on me, Dad!"  I hollered.  "Eric's so gross!"

Dad roared with laughter.

"That's enough!  Both of you!  The three of you!" Mom yelled, above our
raucous laughter.  "I won't have your antics at the breakfast table."

"Sorry, Mom!"  Eric busted out laughing, rolling onto his side.  "It's
just that Tony-boy ..."

"Don't you blame your brother, Eric!"  Mom hissed.

"What did I tell ya, Tony-boy," Eric said, picking himself off of the
floor.

"It's not true, Eric."  I said, shaking my head.  "Don't say that."

"Don't say what, son?"  Dad asked.

"Nothin', Dad.  Eric knows what I mean."

"Come on, little brother!  Let's eat!"  Eric responded, clasping his arm
around my shoulders.

Chapter Three

The roar of the lawmower whirred  as I began my usual Saturday chore of
cutting the grass.

Mom had left to go grocery shopping and her usual errends that took up
most of the morning.

"Can we talk, Dad?"

"Of course we can, Eric."

"Let's go to my room."

"Sure thing, son."

Father and son climbed the stairs.  To Eric's bedroom.  Upon entering
the room, Eric, Sr. took a seat upon his son's unmade bed.

"What's on your mind, Eric?"  he said.

"You had Tony-boy last night, didn't you, Dad?"

"Yes, son.  I did."

"Ah man!  Why Dad?  Why?  He's such a good kid!  Why'd you have to go
and fuck with his mind?  I gotta know, Dad.  It's been eatin' away at me
all morning long.  I gotta hear it from you.  You didn't rape my brother
like you did me?  Did you?  'Cause if you did, Dad.  If you hurt
Tony-boy in any way, I'll fuckin' kill you!"

"You really love your brother, don't you, Eric?"

"What the fuck kind of question is that to ask me, Dad?  Of course I
love Tony-boy!  He's my brother for god's sake!  I'd protect him from
anything!"

Eric, Jr., choked.  A lump came to his throat and tears spilled from his
eyes.

"I didn't rape your brother, son!"  Eric, Sr. whispered.  "I didn't take
him the way I took you, Eric!  I'm so sorry, son, for hurting you!"

"I don't give a flying fuck about me, Dad!  I'm crying now ... I'm
hurting for my brother!  For Tony-boy!  Please tell me you didn't force
yourself upon him the way you did me!"

Eric crumpled to the floor, sobbing.

"Son!"  The elder Eric whispered, rushing to his oldest son's side,
wrapping his arms around him and rocking him gently as the boy shed his
tears.

"I gotta know, Dad!"  Eric, Jr. sobbed, beating his fists upon the
floor, "that you didn't hurt my brother!  That you didn't rape Tony-boy
the way you raped me!  Please, Dad.  Tell me the truth!  Don't lie to
me!  I'll kill you if you hurt my little brother!  My little Tony-boy!"

"I swear to you, son!  I'll even hold your mother's rosary beads in my
hand and swear to you, son.  I did not rape your brother!  I'm so sorry,
Eric, for having hurt you!  You're my son!  My firstborn!  I love you,
Eric!  You are my pride and joy.  You and your brother!"

"Promise me, Dad," the younger Eric convulsed, tears streaming down his
face, "fuckin' swear to me on Mom's rosary!  I know she prays for me and
Tony-boy every single day!  Swear to me, Dad, on Grandpa's grave even,
that you didn't rape my brother the way you did me!  Please say you
didn't, Dad, please!"

"Oh Eric!  My boy!  No!  No! I swear, I promise by all you hold sacred
and holy that I did not force myself upon your brother the way I did
you!  God!  How I wish I could take that all back, Eric.  The hurt I've
inflicted upon you!"

"I can deal with it, Dad.  Honest.  I can.  Just so long as I know that
Tony-boy consented to everything!"

"He did, Eric!  And he taught me a thing or two.  But the bottom line is
that he really wants you, son!"

"Really, Dad?  Tony-boy said that?"

"He adores you, son!  More than you'll ever know, and yes, he wants you.
Like how I want you now, Eric!"

"Oh Dad!"

"Son!"

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