Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2000 22:27:55 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Brother Lust (Part3)

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 3)
By Rim4you

Chapter One

Eric, Sr. kissed his eldest son tenderly on the lips as the two of them
lay on the bed wrapped in each other's arms.

"I never realised how much I hurt you, son.  I'm so sorry!"

"It's just the way it started between us, Dad.  That's all.  That part
is over now.  It's just that when I found out about you and Tony-boy,
about last night, all that anger and hurt came back and I feared for my
little brother!"

"Eric.  I let Tony-boy call all the shots last night.  He led.  I just
followed and I'll tell you one thing."

"What's that, Dad?"

"Our Tony-boy is one hot little fucker!  The things he'll do will make
your toes curl!"

"Oh really?  Is that so?  I guess I'll just have to find out for myself,
huh?"

"Oh, I'm sure you will, Eric!  He wants you, Eric.  You know that, don't
you?"

"Yeah!  He mentioned something to that effect to me this morning."

"Do you want him, son?"

"Yes.  But I won't force myself on him.  No way, Dad!"

"That's not what I meant, son!"

"I know, Dad.  I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Eric."

I finished mowing the lawn and rolled the lawnmower back into the garage
just as the repairman's truck pulled up the driveway.

"Hi!  I'm here to work on the air-conditioning unit."

"Thank God you're here!"  I said.  "How people ever survived without air
conditioning is beyond me!  I'll go get my Dad."

"Okay, and while you're doing that, I'll get my gear outta the truck."

"Dad?"

"Yes, Eric?"

"Uh ... I think Tony-boy's finished cutting the grass.  I don't hear the
lawnmower anymore,  I think we oughtta ..."

"Yeah!  I guess you're right."

The two got dressed and headed downstairs just as I was coming through
the front door.

"Dad, the air conditioning man is here.  He's getting his stuff outta
his truck."

"Okay, Tony-boy.  Tell him I'll be right out."

I poked my head out of the doorway and hollerd, "He'll be right there!"

"Okay!"  came the reply.

"Does everyone around here shout?"  Dad said, looking surprised.

"Uh ... Dad!"  Eric chuckled.  "That's the Italian in us!  Since when
are we ever quiet around here?"

"Smart ass!"  Dad replied, laughing as he headed outside.

Chapter Two

"Eric.  Just heat up the tuna casserole I made for you and your brother
for dinner tonight."

"Yes, Mom."

"And no fighting!  And no wrestling in the livingroom either!  The last
time, you boys broke the vase your grandmother gave me."

"Geez, Mom!"  Eric said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, "You mean
I can't beat Tony-boy up and bust the lamp this time?"

"Eric!"

"If you keep on lecturing the boys, dear, we're gonna be late!  I even
remembered to make dinner reservations this time!"

"Oh, alright."  Mom chirped.  "Boys!"

"Yes, Ma!"  Eric and I sang, in unison.

"Try to behave."

"Go on, Ma!  You and Dad have yourselves a nice time.  We'll be okay,
honest."  Eric urged them towards the door.

"Wrestle in your room, guys.  Break something of yours for a change!"
Dad said, winking at the two of us.

"Good-night, kids!"  Mom and Dad said, as they closed the door and
headed for a Saturday night on the town.

"Geez, Eric!  Are we that bad?"

"We're monsters, Tony-boy!  That's our job to torment the folks!  Ready
to eat?"

"Eat what!"  I remarked, rather stupidly.  My mind was elsewhere.  Like
looking at my brother's ass in his skin tight levis as he headed towards
the kitchen.

"You nasty boy!"  Eric replied, turning around to face me, his hand
running across his crotch.

"Oh, Eric!"  I blinked in surprise, my wits returning to me.  "I didn't
mean ... uh ... I ..."

"So.  You find me repulsive, li'l brother?"

"Eric!  That's not what I meant!"

"Im just teasin' ya, Tony-boy!  Come on let's eat and maybe later on
..."

Eric turned to head towards the kitchen.  As he did so, he cocked his
head back over his shoulder and winked at me.

"We can have some dessert" he said, seductively.

Eric is gorgeous.  At least to me he is.  He's tall, broad shoulderd,
with long, silky light brown hair.  His eyes are deep blue.  His young
body is a work of scuplted perfection as he takes very good care of
himself.  His buffed chest tapers to a slim waistline with a washboard
stomach.  Eric is completely smooth.  The opposite of me.

We have our ups and downs, but what brothers don't?  Overall, Eric is
very protective of me.

We sat down to Mom's famous tuna casserole, Eric's favorite dish.  We
rounded out our dinner with garlic toast and a tossed salad.

"Eric?  Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"You won't get mad or anything?"

"Nope.  Why should I?"

"Well, it's just that when you found out about me and Dad, I mean, that
upset you.  Why?"

"Because it brought back some painful memories for me, Tony-boy and I
didn't want to happen to you what happened to me.  You do understands
what it means to be raped, don't you, Tony-boy?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Well, that's how it happend with Dad and I.  He just took me.  Forced
himself on me."

"But, you continued to have sex with Dad.  Why?"

"I was just a kid, Tony-boy.  I was scared but after awhile I began to
like it, having sex with Dad."

"Are you upset with me, Eric, because I enjoyed it?  I mean ... uh ...
because I wanted it to happen when it was happening?"

Eric looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes of his.  It was a
tender look.  A comforting gaze.

"I'm not upset with you at all, Tony-boy.  Maybe just a little envious
of you that Dad's approach with you was different."

"Did Dad catch you jacking off or something, Eric?  That first time?"

"No.  I was sleeping and he just came in and ..."  Eric's voice trailed
to a whisper.

"I'm sorry, Eric."

"Sorry for what?"

"For being so nosey.  For making you remember something you don't want
to remember."

"In a way I'm relieved, little brother."

"How's that, Eric."

"Because now I have someone to talk to about it.  You.  For years I had
to keep our secret bottled up inside of me.  Then this morning when I
found out about what happened between you and Dad, it was like the cork
popped off the bottle.  I just got unglued.  I got mad at Dad, but we
talked things over and he calmed me down."

"Do you and Dad still fool around?"

"Yes.  We still do."

"Have you ever wanted me, Eric?"

Eric leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply.

"I've wanted you for the longest time, Tony-boy!"

"Why didn't you ever let on to me, Eric, that that was what you wanted?"

"I have, Tony-boy!  Why do you think I've been leavin' around my dirty
jockstraps and sweaty sox?  Hoping to entice you, that's why!  It all
backfired on me.  Dad got to you first!"

"You did that for me, Eric?"

"Yeah!  I kinda got the hint one day, and I wasn't spyin' on you or
anythng like that.  I saw you sniffin' my jockstrap once and it just got
me to thinkin'.  Then when I saw you feeling up your cock, well ..."

"Well what?"

"It turned me on, Tony-boy!  You turned me on!  I just figured that if I
tried anything, made a pass at you or somethin', you'd run off and tell
Ma and all hell would break loose!  I knew that Dad wouldn't be able to
do anything as far as punishing me if you'd told Ma I tried something
with you."

"You're right, Eric.  What could Dad say or do except to act in front of
Mom.  This all sounds so complicated."

"It is, Tony-boy.  It's having to live a hidden life that society
considers taboo and so those involved, if they consent to it, the gotta
keep a very low profile.  You understand, Tony-boy!"

"Uh-huh!  I'm not dumb, Eric."

"I didn't mean it in that way."

Eric began to clear the table, putting the dirty dishes in the sink.  He
shuffled around a little nervously.  As he stood over the sink I came up
behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on the
back of his shoulder.

"I want you, Eric!"  I whispered.  "I need you, big brother!"

A plate slipped out of Eric's hand and broke in the sink.  I giggled.

"So much for breaking things, huh?  Did you cut yourself?"

"Nah!"  Eric replied.  Turning around he put his arms around me and held
me close.

I could feel his heart pounding in his chest against mine.  I lifted my
head up towards his.  Eric cupped my chin in the palm of his hand and
lowered his lips towards mine.

"I want you so much, Tony-boy!"  Eric whispered, brushing his lips over
mine.  He kissed me softly.  Gently.

I returned his kiss, coyly at first, then with more ardor and passion.
Eric drew me even closer to him.  Our dicks, rock hard beneath our
jeans, rubbed against each other as our mouths opened and our tongues
swirled within each other's mouths, deepening what began as a gentle
kiss.

Like the plate that had just shattered, so too was our innocence between
one another.  The rising tide of lust for each other mounting.  The
moment of discovery beginning.  Unlike this morning when I had called
Eric down to breakfast and we were interuptted, now Eric and I were
completely alone and free to give in to our desires.

Eric's hands moved from my waist onto my ass.  He kneaded my full mounds
in his hands.  In my rising lust I pushed my butt back onto the
exploring palms of my brother's hands which caressed each cheek firmly,
wantonly.

"Eric!"  I whispered, as our lips parted, "Can we go to your room?"

"Yes!"

Without a care in the world, Eric and I mounted the staircase and headed
for his bedroom, completely oblivious to the broken plate we'd left
behind in the sink!

Chapter Three

"I gotta get something first, Eric!"  I said, as we approached my
bedroom.

"Like what?"

"You'll see.  Go on to your room.  I'll only be a minute."

When I got to Eric's room he had removed his t-shirt and was sliding a
CD into his stereo.  I shut the door behind me and locked it.  Eric
looked at me and a wide grin spread across his face.

"What ya got there, li'l brother?"

"I want you to put this on.  Will you?"

"If ya want me to."

"Yes.  I want you to."

My brother walked towards me then stopped and held out his hand.  I
placed his grundgy jockstrap ito his outstreatched hand.  He smiled.  I
glanced down at his feet.

"Are those clean sox?"

"Yeah."

I reached into my back pocket and held out a pair of filthy, crusty sox.
They were his too.

"Those too, Tony-boy?"

"Please, Eric!"  I whispered.

"Whatever you want, baby brother!"

Eric moved towards his bed.  Facing me, he slowly pulled off each of his
sox and tossed them aside.  He reached for the top snap of his 501's and
popped each, one at a time, slowly pulliing the flaps aside to reveal
his pubic bush and the base of his cock which snaked down his left
thigh.

"Take your clothes off, Tony-boy!"  Eric whispered.

Eric waited until I had tossed my t-shirt onto the floor.

"You're fuckin' beautiful, li'l bro!"

I hung my head somewhat shyly and nodded my head towards him to
continue.

Eric hooked his thumbs onto his 501's and slowly slid them down, over
his muscular thighs after which, reaching his knees, they slid to the
floor.  His semi-hard cock projected slightly above his low hanging
balls.  Stepping out of his levi's, he kicked them aside and reached for
the filthy sox which he put on then he picked up his dirty jockstrap and
toyed with it in his hand.

"Been wearin' this for six months, Tony-boy!  Gettin' it nice and ripe
for you!" Eric said, seductively.

Lifting the strap to his face, Eric took several deep whiffs.

"Oh yeah!"  he groaned, "that's a fuckin' football jock's ripe pouch
alright!  Nice and stink!"

Eric rubbed the grundgy, yellowish-brown pouch over his face all the
while sniffing it.

"I fuckin' love this smell.  Don't you, Tony-boy!  Wanna sniff this with
me, bro?"

"Yes!" I answered, breathlessly, "but I want your cock in that stinkin'
pouch!"

Just as slowly as Eric had undressed, so too did he pull his jockstrap
on and carefully tucked his manhood in the damp, reeking pouch.  When
finished, he crossed his arms over his sculpted chest.

"Get naked, brother!"  he whispered.

I wasn't as seductive as my older brother in my approach to undressing
erotically!  Like a true teenager with raging hormones, I tore out of
the rest of my clothes.  I stood before Eric completely naked with a
raging hard-on that dripped pre-cum unto the carpet.

"Fuck!"  Eric gasped.  "You're fuckin' hung like a horse!"

I looked down at my cock and grinned.

"I guess that's where all my Italian blood ended up!"

"Jesus, Tony-boy!  You're fuckin' bigger than me!"

"Sorry ... can't help it," I said, a little hesitant.

"Don't be, little brother!  I can hardly wait to have that big dick
shoved up my ass!"

"You'd let me fuck you, Eric?"

"Baby!  You can do whatever the fuck you wanted to me!"

I slowly crossed the room towards Eric and dropped to my knees before
his inviting basket.

"I should be kneeling before you, Tony-boy!"  Eric said, gently running
his fingers through my hair.

"This is where I want to be, Eric.  At your feet!"

I lowered my head to the ground,  My long hair spilled onto the carpet
as I pressed my lips to the crusty sock on my brother's foot and kissed
and sniffed it.

"Jesus!  Jesus!"  Eric moaned.  "Tony-boy!"

I lapped my tongue over the fetid material and wet it with my saliva.
Sucking at it I drew it's flavor, Eric's taste, into my mouth.  Eric
curled his toes upward.  I opened my mouth and drew his socked toes
inward and sucked hard.  The crustiness seemed to give way as I washed
the grundge in my sucking mouth.

"Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmm!"  I moaned

"Fuck!"  Eric moaned back, "I love you, bro!"

The powerful stench and taste of Eric's sweat sox aroused me deeply.  I
tried to rationalise in my head why this odor had such an effect upon
me.  I couldn't find a reason.  I just knew it did!

I licked my way up Eric's calf, over his kneecap, and then traced my
tongue along his inner thigh until my nose made contact with the raunchy
pouch that contained my brother's cock.

Eric shuddered as I inhaled deeply the aroma of his jock pouch.  Its
foul, funky scent swirled up my nostrils and I sighed with every breath
I took.

"What are you doin' to me, Tony-boy?"  Eric pratically sobbed.

"Want me to stop, Eric?"  I whispered.

"No!  Please don't stop, bro!  Please!"

As the aroma became more and more pronounced and I could feel myself
tumbling into that dark, seedy side of my inner self,  I opened my mouth
wide and engulfed the swollen mushroom head of Eric's cock, covered in
the grundgy, dirty material of his jockstrap, into my mouth.

"Fuck!"  Eric gasped.

My mouth instantly filled with an abundance of raw, manly flavors.
Eric's pre-cum seeped through the fabric and I relished its wonderful
taste.  So fresh.  So sweet.  This was followed by the subtle tang of
cock and ball sweat; stale piss and cum.  All intermingled, entwined and
embedded within the material.

"Suck!  Suck, little brother!  Fuck!  This is so fuckin' hot!"

As Eric ground his nasty crotch onto my face I worked my hands upwards
and groped his smooth ass cheeks.  I pulled his full mounds apart and
buried my fingers into the moist, sweaty trench.

"Tony-boy!  I'm really dirty back there!"  Eric whispered.

I released my mouth from Eric's cock and gazed upward into his deep blue
eyes.

"I want it that way, Eric!"  I said, in a voice husky with perverted
lust.  "I want all of your filth!  All of your stink!"

"Anything you fuckin' want, little brother!  I'm all yours!"

I edged my finger towards Eric's asshole.  It was very moist here.  I
traced my finger along the outer rim of this crater before gently
sliding my finger into his quivering pucker.

"Gotta warn you, bro!  I haven't taken a dump today.  Bound to be real
dirty up there!"

"I know."  I replied.  "Give me what I want, brother!  What I crave!
What I hunger for!"

I wiggled my finger into what was obviously my brother's very much
filled rectum.  I could feel my finger sinking into the sludge within.

"Oh yeah!"  I moaned, inhaling Eric's jock pouch and fingering his ass
at the same time.  "Fuckin' shitty, dirty ass!  I love it!  I want it!"

Slowly I withdrew my finger from Eric's asshole.  I leaned back on my
haunches and brought my dirty finger towards my face.

"Come here, Eric!"  I rasped.

Eric sunk to his his knees before me, panting heavily.

"Smell it with me, brother!  Come share your filth with me!"  I groaned,
as if in an hypnotic trance.

"But ..."

"Please, Eric!"

Eric cautiously lowered his head towards my upturned finger.  He
sniffed.

"It's so stink, Tony-boy!  I ... uh ..."

"Smell it!"  I demanded.

Eric took a deep whiff.

"Fuck!"  he whispered.  "That's so nasty, Tony-boy!"

"Smell it again, Eric!"

This time Eric brushed his nose against my finger.  Traces of brown
marked his nostrils.  He took a deep breath.  As he did so I grabbed his
hand and placed it on my cock.  He wrapped his fingers around my thick
shaft and moaned out loud.

"Is that better?"  I asked.

"Yes!  Yes!" he cried, sniffing deeply.

"Now look at me."

Eric opened his eyes.

"Fuck!"  he gasped, as I slid my shit coated finger past my lips into my
mouth and sucked my finger clean.

I smiled and ran my tongue over my lips.

"Kiss me, brother!"  I whispered.  "Kiss me deep!  Taste your stink!"

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