Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 20:08:21 -0800 (PST) From: Mark Friedman Subject: Alex's Strange Night This story involves incestuous sex between brothers. If, for any reason, this either isn't your cup of tea or is something you shouldn't be reading, please go do something else. Otherwise, enjoy! This story is totally fictional, and as such, any resemblance to any specific person (living or dead), event, or place is purely coincidental. Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without my prior permission. Comments can be sent to forcewielder2000@yahoo.com; flames will be analyzed for comedic value, and may be distributed with humorous editorial comments by yours truly to others who think like me. ~Mark *************** When it came to sex, I'll admit I've always far preferred those of my own gender over members of the opposite gender (or at least as long as I really thought about sex, anyway). While I never made a habit of advertising that fact, I wouldn't deny it if asked, either. My immediate family knew, as did some of the extended family and a few of my friends, a couple of whom became casual lovers with me for a while. About the only other people who know are a few of my 12 year old brother's (Tom) close friends, and that's because, for some strange and immature reason, Tom blurted it out to them one day a few weeks ago when they were over at our house, and I was nearby. There were some snickers and declarations of "Woah!", and a few of the boys stared at me with wide eyes. Tom apologized afterwards, but it wasn't like he could undo it. Later, a couple of the boys asked me a few questions about it, which I tried to answer in such a way that wouldn't get me into trouble if word ever got back to their parents. One summer day, Tom had these friends over for a sleepover. I didn't normally hang out with them too much (being 15 and all – it just wasn't considered "cool" to hang out with a bunch of tweens). I headed to bed at about 9:30, but could hear Tom and his friends talking and giggling in the family room. As it was summer, I generally slept in just a pair of shorts, and so I stripped down accordingly before climbing into bed. I read until around 11 before turning off the lamp next to my bed and settling down, noting in the back of my mind that it had gotten quiet in the house. As I tried to settle down to go to sleep, my mind drifted to the boys in the family room. I admit some of them were kinda cute, and I was pretty sure a couple of them were eyeing me when Tom had made his announcement about my sexual orientation, though I did work to maintain a "hands off" approach to boys that young – I didn't want anyone to think I was some pervert child molester (my dad had even had a conversation with me a few months ago about being careful to not do anything "inappropriate" with Tom or any of his friends, though I'd already decided that on my own). As I laid there in bed, I was suddenly surprised when someone slipped into bed with me. Judging by the size, it was one of the boys. "What are you doing?" I asked quietly. "I...want you, Alex," someone whispered back, in a voice too low for me to identify the person. The hand that started rubbing my crotch left no doubt as to the intent of the whispered declaration. "We can't," I hissed back. "Please," the other person begged, continuing to rub. "Just this once. No one will know. They're all asleep." I didn't want to, but the rubbing was feeling *really* good, and I had developed a raging hard-on because of it. "But..." I began to protest, but the other person held his hand over my mouth. Moments later the hand that had been rubbing my crotch slid down the front of my shorts and briefs and started rubbing my dick and balls directly, and I was lost. "Fine, all right," I gasped out. "But just this once." The other person pulled his hand out of my shorts, and I could feel him getting undressed, and I followed suit. The other boy was on top of me moments later, and he shoved his crotch into mine; I felt his own dick, as hard as mine was, press into me. He gave me a quick kiss before we began exploring each other's body in the dark, trying not to make too much noise. I very much enjoyed running my hands across the hairless body of the boy. At first I avoided going to the most obvious spot, and I noticed he did the same, but curiosity soon got the best of me, and my hands roamed down to his crotch, and I began feeling up his dick and balls. He moaned out, and his hands stopped running along my body while he shuddered with pleasure. My fingers explored his malehood. His dick was around 4 inches long (compared with my 6 inches) and, like mine, was circumcised. His balls felt about the right size, and I could detect a few pubic hairs. After a few minutes of exploring his crotch, I felt his hands creep up my thighs, and moments later his hands launched a similar exploration of my crotch. I let out a moan of my own as fingers explored my dick and balls, occasionally running though my pubic hairs. I was suddenly pushed on my back, and the boy straddled me. He grabbed my dick and started sitting down own it, drawing a sharp breath when my dick penetrated him. I thought he'd stop and pull up, but to my amazement he kept going (albeit slowly) until my dick was fully inside him. After he took several gulping breaths, he began awkwardly riding me. I laid there for several moments, kinda in shock over the events that were unfolding. Then I wrapped my arms around him and drew him to me. I managed to get us turned over so that I was on top. Pulling my dick most of the way out, I shoved it back in. As I started repeating the process, he wrapped his arms and legs around me. I was practically in heaven as I screwed the boy under me. His butt was very tight around my dick, and I felt his dick and balls press into me. His skinny chest pressed into mine. We made love for a while until he gasped out and began wiggling around. Moments later I felt something wet and slimy shoot out of the end of his dick, and grinned as I realized he was coming. I'd like to say I lasted all night myself, but I only managed to hold out for a few more minutes before I came into the boy under me. We laid there after I was through, my soft dick still inside him, just enjoying being in that position. I admit that now, without the hormones raging through my body, that I was thinking a little more clearly, and I had to wonder just who my mysterious lover was. I was debating whether or not turning the lamp on would ruin the moment when a beam of moonlight fell across his face enough for me to be able to identify who he was. It was Tom. "Oh man!" I gasped out, horrified at what I'd just done. I'd just had sex with my kid brother, and enjoyed it! "Tom! What the freakin' heck are you *doing*?!?!" I tried to get up, but since he still had his arms and legs wrapped around me, it wasn't exactly an easy task. "Please, Alex," he whimpered. "I just had to. I wanted you so badly, and I didn't know how else to go about it." "Tom, no, no, no, man,' I said. "This can't be happening. This is wrong. Brothers shouldn't be banging each other." "Says who?" "Well, um..." "Please, Alex, don't be mad. It'll be just that one time, like we agreed." He started to shake. I was about to say some snappy comment when I suddenly realized he'd started quietly crying. "Hey, I'm not mad," I said gently, holding him close to me. "You just kinda freaked me out a little bit there, man. Why didn't you just ask me to do this with you?" "I was afraid you'd say no," he managed to get out. "Hey, it'll be all right," I assured him. I held him for a few more minutes until I could feel that he was through crying. "Now," I told him, "Get dressed and head back to where you were sleeping in the family room. While I wouldn't mind having you stay here for the rest of the night, we can't risk having anyone catch us like this. Mom and Dad will skin me alive if they find out what we just did." "All right," Tom said, and he let go of me. I released him and got off of him, turning on the lamp so that he could find his pajamas and get them on. I'll admit I ran my eyes over his body while he dressed. When he finished, he said, "Alex...thank you." "You're welcome, Tom." He started to leave, but when he reached the door (which was closed, and I mentally heaved a sigh of relief that he'd had the sense to shut it before he started seducing me), he turned back and came over. Hesitantly, he gave me a gentle and rather nervous kiss on the lips. He then said, "Alex, I love you." "I love you, too, lil' bro. Now get going." With that, he headed to the door, opened it, and left, and I plopped back onto my bed to contemplate what was certainly the strangest night of my life.