Date: Sat, 7 Nov 2009 14:57:24 +0000 From: Not Telling Subject: Emmerdale King Brothers Disclaimer: Emmerdale and everything related to it are property of Yorkshire Televisio. I own nothing, and this story in no way seeks to assume or question the sexuality of Carl King or Matthew King, or the actors who portray them, Tom Lister or Matt Healey. They story is purely a work of fiction. Carl King was growing increasingly frustrated by his older brother Matthew, who had started shutting him out of important business meetings, leaving him the last to know about obtaining a new client, and constantly loading him with paperwork while he attended lavish cocktail parties. After months of being made to feel like a little kid, Carl decided to finally confront Matthew. Walking into Matthew's bedroom in Home Farm, Carl was irritated to find his brother nowhere in sight. He turned to leave, but just then heard the sound of the shower kicking on in Matthew's en-suite. "Matthew, are you in there?" Carl called out. Matthew yelled back, "Yeah! What is it you want now?" "I want a word with you! Come out here now!" "Oh Christ, hold on a couple minutes, will you? I need a bloody shower." Carl did as he was told (sometimes it was too hard to resist acting like the younger brother) and sat down on Matthew's bed while he waited for him to finish his shower. Carl was using this time to practice his speech, and had a pretty good grip on it when out of the corner of his eye he saw a bracelet that looked strikingly familiar. He got up and walked over to the table on which it lay and picked it up. On the back of the bracelet was an inscription: 'C+C'. Carl recognised it immediately as the bracelet he had given Chas when hey first started dating. Even though it had been a long time since they were a couple, Carl felt his blood begin to boil as he came to understand why Chas' bracelet would be in his brother's bedroom. "What you got there, mate?" Carl spun around in a daze. His body had filled with such anger than he didn't hear the shower switch off or his brother come out of the en-suite and into the bedroom, less than 6 feet away from where Carl was standing. Matthew was still pretty wet and had a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes dropped from Carl's fact to the little sparkling thing he held in his hand. "Oh." "Yeah. Oh." "Look, Carl, it's not what you think-" Carl lunged closer to Matthew, causing Matt to stumble back a few steps. "Well unless you're about to tell me you are a cross-dresser in your spare time, I don't see any other explanation other than YOU SHAGGED CHAS!!" Carl was right up in Matthew's face, but Matthew wasn't backing down. "Yeah, well so what if I did? The bird is fair game. And it wasn't like I was begging her for it. In fact, if I remember right, it was the opposite way aroun-" Matthew didn't finish his sentence because Carl had swung his fist and hit him in the jaw, knocking him to the floor. But Matthew didn't stay down for long. He scrambled back up quickly and stared Carl square in the face. "Look here, mate - you can scream and punch all you want, but wouldn't you rather stop me shagging your bird again?" Carl blinked. "What are you on about?" Matthew smirked. "I mean that Chas has... special taste, and certain likes... things you apparently never did for her." Carl started forward as if to hit him again, but Matthew put a hand up against his chest. "I'll tell you what: I'll show you what really got her off, and I'll stay away from her from now on." Carl couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew he didn't want to be treated as his little brother anymore, but he also knew this wasn't the kind of different treatment he had in mind. But dammit if Matthew didn't know how to work his charm, no matter what your gender. "Show me." Matthew grinned. "Come over here". Carl followed him over to the bedside table where Carl had found Chas' bracelet in the first place. Matthew opened one of the drawers and pulled out two pieces of rope. He threw the rope at Carl and promptly loosened his towel and let it slide to the floor. Matthew didn't have to look at Carl to know his jaw dropped a little when he saw Matthew's full, beefy body, and half-hard monster cock. He pulled a huge mirror out from under the bed and placed it against the wall, pushing the bed forward so the top of the metal bed-frame held the mirror tight against the wall. Matthew climbed onto the bed on all fours, facing the mirror, and put both his wrists on top of the bed-frame. "Tie my wrists to the frame with the rope," he commanded Carl. Carl did as he was told and looped the rope over and under Matthew's left wrist, then did the same with the other one, and brought the rope back over and through to secure the wrists fully. Carl looked at the mirror and saw Matthew's reflection grinning back at him. "Now what do I do?" Carl asked. "Strip." Carl threw off his jacked, unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off, kicked off his shoes and socks, undid his trousers, and took off his boxers. Matthew let out a huge moan at the sight of his younger brother's naked body. He hated to admit it, but while he had the bulkier body and bigger cock, Carl's body was tighter, leaner, and more defined. Also his dick isn't half-bad either, Matthew thought. "Now get up here and fuck me. No kissing, no nothing. Just hard and rough. That was how Chas liked it." "And the mirror?" Carl asked. "It's safer than a sex tape," Matthew replied. "You can see all the fun without having to worry about someone leaking it. Something I learned after Charity Dingle screwed Jimmy." Carl shook his head. "I can't believe I am doing this." "Oh settle down, Carl. How do you think Max earned all his pocket money when he was a kid? Trust me - sucking my dick paid far better than cleaning the bathroom." Carl was shocked that his brothers had done such a thing, but he was also a little miffed that once again he had been left out of something. Oh well. Time to make up for that! Carl got onto the bed on his knees and places his hands unsteadily on Matthew's back. He spread Matthew's cheeks and tried to insert a finger into his hole, finding no resistance. He tried another finger and it went in fairly easily too. "I told you," Matthew started, "no need to wait. You can just get on with it". For the first time Matthew smiled and he moved up to place his raging hard cock at his brother's entrance. He slowly pushed through and felt the greatest sensation of being buried deep in Matthew's ass. He pulled back, closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. Then he opened his eyes again and looked at the reflection in the mirror. He had to admit - his brother and he made one fucking hot pair. Matthew smiled and Carl smiled back, this time plunged his cock forward into Matthew's ass with no hesitation. "Fuck yeah, there's my boy!" Matthew roared. Carl laughed and Matthew started moving back to meet Carl's thrusts. They soon found their rhythm and Carl reached around to start wanking Matthew's cock, determined to bring them both over the edge at the same time. His thrusts grew harder and harder, and Carl was grunting, "Yeah take my dick, you little slut!" Matthew didn't know if Carl was speaking to him or to Chas in his mind, but he didn't really care either. He just focused on what he could see in the mirror and that was Carl fucking him hard, eyes focused on Matthew, and his tongue hanging out slowly as he smirked at him. After a couple of minutes of this fast-paced fucking, Carl felt a tingling work its way up his balls and his dick until finally his cum exploded inside Matthew's ass. This feeling caused him to wank Matthew's cock even faster and soon Matthew's blew his load into Carl's hands and onto the bed. Carl leaned forward limply, his cock still inside Matthew's ass, and he breathed heavily on Matthew's neck. They both laughed breathlessly and Carl smacked Matthew's ass, grabbing it in his hand. Matthew leaned his head back and whispered to Carl, "Now let me show you how Katie Sugden liked it". To be continued...? Let me know please! Send feedback to myniftystories@hotmail.com