Date: Wed, 30 Sep 2020 17:36:19 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Nathan and Daniel, Part 2 (Bi - Incest) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between related minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. Nifty is an amazing resource and we all need to do our part to keep it alive. If you enjoy this story (or others), please make sure you donate at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enjoy! ----------------------------- Nathan and Daniel, Part 2 It was the Monday after Thanksgiving break, and I was pulling my gym bag out of my locker, getting ready for swim class. All of a sudden, Daniel appeared from my right. "Hey Nathan," he said. "Hey Daniel," I responded. "You ready?" "For what?" I asked, shutting my locker door. "For swim class," he replied as if it was an obvious answer. "Oh, right. Yeah, I'm ready." "Walk with me?" I hesitated for a moment. "Sure." We walked together down to the pool area, but I kept my distance, so it didn't look like we were actually walking together, if you know what I mean. When we arrived at the locker room, I changed quickly, doing my best to hide my nudity from my locker mate, making sure to not look at him. Just a few minutes later, Daniel and I were doing laps up and down our school's indoor pool. It was the first time that we had seen each other since Friday night, when he had shown up on my doorstep, dripping wet from the rain and exhausted from his long bike ride. We had texted a bit during the rest of the weekend, but not much was said. Daniel had said what he needed to say, and I wasn't prepared to respond yet. About thirty minutes later, our gym teacher blew his whistle, signaling that class was over. We both climbed out of the pool, gravitating towards each other, and made our way to the locker room. "Hold up guys," our gym teacher, Mr. Wilson said. We stopped and stood in front of him, both in our loose, baggy bathing suits, water dripping from our skinny bodies. I had fantasized about wearing my Speedo in gym class, but didn't have the balls to pull it off. "What's up, Mr. Wilson?" I asked. "Daniel, you look great out there," he said. "Have you ever swum competitively before?" Daniel shook his head. "No, never." "Well, you should give it a thought. Nathan's on the school swim team. Whaddya think?" he asked in my direction. "Yeah, that'd be cool," I responded. "It's a lot of fun." "Cool," Daniel said. "Can I talk to my parents about it?" "Yeah, of course," Mr. Wilson responded. At that moment, the bell rang. "Ah, I made you guys late. Sorry about that. Here's what I'll do, I'll write you both notes and stick them on the outside of the locker room door. Take your time and do what you gotta do." "Thanks Mr. Wilson," Daniel said, a smile on his face. We walked back to the locker room as everyone else was exiting. When we entered, we realized that we were the only ones there. "Do you think I should do it?" he asked, drying his body off with his towel. "Yeah, for sure," I responded, drying off as well. "It's a lot of fun, and Mr. Wilson's right, you are pretty good at it already." "Thanks," he said smiling. "How often do you practice?" "Only a few days a week. The high school team practices every day." "Cool," he said. "Uh, what do you wear?" "What do you mean?" "To swim in." "Oh," I said, throwing my towel on the bench. "Speedos." His eyes lit up. "Really?" I laughed. "Yeah. Honestly, that's one of the best parts. Seeing all the other boys in their Speedos." Daniel got a sort of dreamy, faraway look in his eyes. "Hot." He then proceeded to loosen the drawstring of his swimming trunks. On an instinct I looked down, and could already see a bulge in his bathing suit. He pulled the wet shorts down, his boner flopping out. Like me, he was just about four and half inches hard, cut, and had a nice little patch of pubes above his dick, his hair a little bit lighter than mine. His short blonde hair was spiked on his head, and his blue eyes looked at me with anticipation. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "All that Speedo talk made me pop one." "It's okay," I responded. Our talk, and seeing him this way, was having an effect on me as well, and I pulled down my own trunks, my erection flopping out. Our penises looked almost the same, except that my pubes were a tad bit darker than his. "I'm really horny," Daniel admitted. "Me too," I said quietly. "Mr. Wilson did say he'd give us late passes." "Yeah?" Daniel responded, hopeful. I reached my hand towards his pulsing erection, then paused. "You're not gonna punch me, are you?" He looked sad, then looked at his feet. "No. I promise." I leaned forward and grabbed onto his boner, feeling its hardness in my hand once more. He sighed quietly, and after getting used to the feeling of my hand on his erection, he reached across and grabbed mine, and we both began to stroke. When we did this together for the first time a week ago, it was tentative. It was his first time, and my first time with him. Today, there was no hesitation, partly because we were somewhat limited on time, and partly because we both wanted this. I was still pissed at him, but I was also a normal, horny, twelve- year-old. I wanted to get my rocks off, and if there was someone who was willing to help me with that, how picky could I be? Besides, Daniel was cute. I looked up at his face, his soft tongue on his pretty pink lips. The skin on his face was flawless, he could honestly be a model. I was no slouch either, but Daniel was easily the more attractive of the two of us. Other than our eye and hair colors being different, we were almost the same. We were both of average height, about five feet tall, and were skinny. Our dicks, in each other's hands, were the same size as well, a little less than four and half inches. As we continued to stroke each other, little breathy pants passed through our lips, filling up the silence of the otherwise empty locker room. "This feels really good," Daniel whispered, encouraging me on. "Yeah," I responded. "So good." It really did feel good, and as I got closer and closer to my orgasm, I started to forget about how angry I was with him. I felt my hands getting a little clammy, which made my stroking a bit more challenging. I stopped jerking him, holding his dick steady, looked down and let a drop of spit land on the head. I used my fingers to smear the shiny liquid around, lubing up his cock. "Oh, shit, that is good," he moaned. He leaned forward and did the same to me, his spit landing on my dick. Our stroking grew louder now, and the increased slipperiness drove us closer to our cums. "I'm getting close," I whispered. "Ah, me too," he moaned, and we both began to stroke faster, our hairless boy balls jiggling as we stroked our dicks. His hand was stroking my dick just perfectly, and it didn't take long for me to feel the cum racing from my balls to the tip of my cock, the dam bursting loose. I let out a groan as my first shot fired, the clear boy cum firing onto his groin. As I came, I felt the odd sensation of wetness on my skin, and looked down to see that he was cumming as well, littering my lower stomach with his watery seed. We panted and moaned as our orgasms overwhelmed us, both of our dicks dribbling the last of our jizz onto the floor below, our cums finally ending. As we came crashing back down to reality, I started to feel not so great about what had just happened. I was still upset with him, and I let a moment of horniness get in the way of that. I quickly let his dick go and turned towards my locker. "Can I kiss you?" he asked, almost pleading. I froze in front of my locker, looking down at my duffel bag full of clothes. "No," I replied, grabbing my underwear. "Oh," he said back. "Sorry, I'm...just not ready for that yet." "Yeah, I get it," he said, reaching for his own underwear. We got rid of our bathing suits that had been hovering at mid thigh and slipped on our underwear. We both wore white, while his were boxer briefs from Abercrombie and Fitch, mine were briefs from Calvin Klein. "Why do you still wear underwear like that?" he asked, looking at the skimpy white material that hugged my softening penis. "Because Hai—" I started, almost saying that Hailey liked them better. I had started wearing boxer briefs, like most of the boys my age, a couple of years ago. But on the first night that my sister and I had sex, I had worn a pair of briefs in hopes of seducing her, and it turned out that it worked. "I mean, because they are a HECK of a lot more comfortable." "Oh, cool," he said, and we both put the rest of our clothes on. We walked out of the locker room, finding the notes from Mr. Wilson stuck to the door, as promised. As we left the pool area of our school, we walked together towards the middle school side, and I could tell that Daniel was upset, perhaps the wind taken out of his sails. I started to feel bad, knowing that he was feeling now the way that I felt the previous week. We reached an intersection where we would be parting ways. "Hey, one sec," I said. "Do you want to stay over my place on Friday?" His eyes lit up. "This Friday? Yeah! I mean, yeah that'd be cool," trying to not sound too eager. "Nino will be there, too," I added. "We always have fun. We can hang in my basement or something." "Yeah, that'd be really cool. Thanks, Nathan." "Sure thing," I replied, and we went our separate ways. I found my math class and walked in. The teacher looked up at me, and before she could say anything I handed her Mr. Wilson's note. She snatched it from my hand, seeming disappointed that she wasn't going to be able to write up another student. I went and sat back down with my group who was already working on another packet. A couple of them had their phones out, but when they saw me coming, they quickly put them away. "What's up?" I asked. "Oh, not much," Grant, one of the boys in my group, responded. He was about a half a head taller than me, was a football player and had hair so blonde it was blinding. His eyes were icy blue and his skin was fair. "How are you feeling? Happy?" The rest of the boys in the group sniggered when he said this. "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. "Oh, nothing," he responded, a sneer on his face. "Just happy to see you." "Whatever," I said, sitting down, writing my name on the top of the packet. ----------------------------- Thank you for reading! This is one of a series of connected brother/sister stories that can be found in the Nifty Bi – Incest Archive. The other stories include (in order): "Sharing a Bed" "My Sister's White Bikini" "Beds and Bikinis" "The Bikini Returns" "Welcome to Our Bed" "Nathan and Daniel" "Beds, Bikinis, and Mistletoe" (coming soon) All of my stories can be found on my prolific author page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#arthurbach I love hearing feedback from readers. Please email me at arthurjbach@protonmail.com. Flames and messages with attachments will be ignored. And don't forget to donate! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html