Date: Fri, 18 Dec 2009 11:03:24 -0800 From: Patrick Marke Subject: Big Brother Blade DISCLAIMER- This is a story about love between males. It contains descriptions of sex between members of the same family, I.E. Incest. If this material is not legal in your place of residence, please _EXIT this site, or _DELETE this file at once. nifty.org and the authors of these stories are not responsible for any trouble that you may be in. This material contains strong language, descriptions of sex, and is not for persons under the age of eighteen. AUTHOR'S NOTE- I always keep telling myself that this is the last story that I will write. However, I do become inspired, and find myself writing. I thought of rewriting this story so that the reader could read it from Jason's point of view. Is this a good idea? As always suggestions and comments are welcome. Thank you. Reguards, J Big Brother Blade My mom wasn't exactly the kind of woman you'd call normal. She had been through a lot the past few years. She had discovered that my dad had been cheating on her with another woman. Well, with four. She and him had finalized their divorce this year, and it had taken them about four years to get to this stage. My mom was a good woman, but my dad was never a good father. Even back when I was younger, and still in high school, my father would treat my mom and my little brother like trash. Hell, we had no friends because of that. My father would never beat us, or lay a hand on my mom. Just verbally abuse us very much. He'd tell my brother and I we were worth shit, and my mom that she had no choice but to put up with him, because she had no where else to go, and she had no other man to take her in. Unfortunately for my dad, my mom and him never made a pre-nup. So, when the divorce was settled, my mom got the house, and one of the cars, and my dad was left a homeless bumb living in his car. Lucky for us, we had the house. I still remember the day my brother was born. I was ten years old. I still hadn't gone through my puberty stage, so I didn't know what it was to be hard, or to feel an orgasm. I swear, that when my brother was born, I got a full erection. Not because of the sight my mom was in, but because I saw the little man in my mom's armso. I had no clue until now that I was gay, and definitely had no clue why I thought my brother was the most beautiful person on the planet. He was so cute, when he was a baby boy. Mom and dad could never get him to calm down. But me, that was a different story. I'd hold him, and he'd stop crying right then and there. later, when he was about seven years old, he got a very bad case of whooping cough. The doctors had given him a very bad tasting medicine, and he said there was no way he would take it. It was only when I promised I'd play with him for a whole day, that he took his medicine very calmly. He retched, but he didn't throw it updis I felt strange when my brother was sick, and I was stuck in school. I was a Junior in high school at the time. I wanted to stay home, and just take care of the little guy. I felt like my mom and dad had no clue how to feed him, or give him his medicine, or any of that stuff. So, on the worst day of my little brother'so virus, I got my mom to excuse me, so that she could work, and I could take care of him. He seemed a little happier that I was staying with him. I had actually gotten a beating from my dad because I had argued with him to let me stay with my little brother. He looked so cute laying on his little couch that my mom had fixed up for him. He had short red hair, and he was thin and lanky. He was small enough that I could always hold him in one arm, and he'd fit completely. "Blade, I'm sorry you had to stay and take care of me. I hate dad so much." he whispered with tears streaming down his eyes. "I'm sorry, big brother." he said as he spotted my bruised face. "Aw, don't worry, Little Dude." I said wrapping him up in his blankets and lifting him into my arms. I give him a kiss on the cheek. "Dad'll be gone in a long while. Then, it'll just be mom, and you that I'll take care of." I said as I sat down with him in my arms. I meant everything I said to Jason. I loved him so much, I'd do anything for him. "Blade?" he said softly. "What?" I asked pulling him very close to me. "I need you to do me a favor. I really want something." he said. He freed himself from my tight grip, and crawled on my lap to whisper into my ear. As he did so, his thigh pressed against my pole, which hardened at once. "I want chicken soup." he whispered so softly that I had to strain to hear him. "Oh boy." I said. "Will you stay here, with the television on, while I go make you some?" I asked. "Yes." he said softly. I laid him down on the couch again, and tucked him in tightly. He looked so helpless, and defenseless. That whole day, I had stayed with him and we had watched cartoons the whole time. I fed him soup, gave him his medicine, and watched over him when he slept. He was out cold, which meant that he was sure to dream. They weren't always good dreams either. When he would awake, I would hold him tight and tell him everything was going to be okaydis I could feel his heart beat very fast. I remember when I was going to leave for college, I had applied for a school all the way in New York. My dad was out "Working" and my mom and Jason had come to see me off at the airport. All three of us were crying. I didn't want to leave my mom, and Jason. Mostly, I didn't want to leave Jason. ever since he had been able to talk and walk, we'd been inseparable. Hell, I had taught him how to walk. This ten year old that stood in front of me ready to say goodbye was white faced, and still small. My mom, who had red hair just like all of us, looked sad to. Her blue eyes were dull and sad. She was shorter than me, by a head, and she was heavy set. She bore two children, suffered from constant put downs from her husband, what else was she going to look like? My little brother's blue eyes were full of anger and hatred thatowards me. "Mom?" I asked as I hugged her at the gate. "Will you write to me every day?" I asked tears filling my face. "I'll call you every day, I'll write to you every day, I'll do whatever you ask me to. When I went to college, grandpa and grandma wrote to me every single day. We talked on the phone three times a day, to. Everything's going to be okay, sport. You'll do fine." she said softly as she hugged me back. "It's not like you're likeoosing us. You'll be able to call, and you'll come home during breaks, and holidays. You'll have so much fun that you won't wanna come home." she said sadly. "Did you come home?" I asked still holding on to her. "Every break." she said softly. "Every break. I never lost touch with my mom and dad. I was the only child, though. I always came home." "I love you, mom." I said letting go of her. "Are you gonna give me a hug, Jason?" I asked wiping away some tears. I will never forget the way he stared at me with his angry blue eyes. They were blazing with a sort of radiating fire that I felt as if he'd burn me with his stare. He shook his head. "You're supposed to be my brother. We're supposed to be best friends. Friends don't quit on friends." he snarled. "I hope your plane canrashes." he said turning around and walking off. A stab went through my heart, and I felt like I was about to scream. Tears streamed down my face as I watched him leave. My mom started to chase after him, but the plane was leaving. I gave her one last hug, as a sob escaped my throat. "Tell him I love him very much." I said as I let go of her. "Call you?" "All right, honey. Don't worry about your brother, he's just sad because he'll be lonely for a while. I mean, you two stick together like glue." she said. My plane had flown safely from destination, to destination. I had made it from Portland Oregon, to Newark, and from there, to New York. Nights passed, and I tried hard to adjust to my loneliness. Sure, I missed my mom. What I missed the most, was Jason. The smell of shampoo when I'd hold him. When he had a bad dream, we'd put our twin beds together, and he'd sleep beside me, holding my hand, or sleep snugly in my arms. The last words still burned in my head. "I hope your plane crashes." "Friends don't quit on friends." For the next week, whenever I called home, Jason was sleeping, or in school. My mom always talked with me, though. "Is he okay?" I'd asked trying not to break down and cry. "I can hear him crying at night. Your father says not to go over there, because it'll pass. He says he's just missing you. He won't let me comfort him." she said sighing. "Blade, I don't know what to do anymore. I want out of this relationship. You won't be too sad if you come home one day, and there's no dad, will you?" she asked. "No." I said sadly. "He's a dick, mom. Just leave." I said sighing. "You have a room mate?" she asked. "No. I'm in a single room at the dorm." I said sadly. "Mom, can't you find Jason?" I asked as tears filled my eyes. That had gone on for three weeks. It was on the Thursday of the third week, and I was lying on my bed, sobbing into my pillow. I was twenty-one! I missed my mom, and my brother. He was my best friend. Now, he's not even talking to me. My cell phone began to vibrate. It was my mom. Or at least, it was my house phone. I knew it couldn't be my dad. "Hello?" I croaked still weeping softly. "Blade?" said a very soft sad voice. "Little Dude?" I asked holding the phone so tight to my ear, that I was hurting myself. "Blade! I need you! Come back! I need you! Mom went to the hospital. Dad accidentally pushed her into the fireplace." he said sadly. "He's becoming a fuckin' bastard." "Whoa! Where'd you learn to talk like that?" I asked trying to stem the flow of tears. "I'm so glad to hear your voice, Jason. I miss you so much." I said sadly. "I'm sorry I was a total dick." he said through a sob. "I love you." "I love you to, Little Dude. I promise, no matter what happens, you'll always be my best friend. I mean, come on. You and I are brothers." I said softly. I came home every chance I could. It took me five years to finished my schooling. I was now a certified fire man. I could go out and get a job whereever I wanted. I noticed that when ever I'd go home, there was always something wrong. Jason began to distance himself from me. I knew he still cared about me, but he didn't hug me anymore, he wouldn't come near me. My mom says that he was like that with everyone. He was fifteen when I came home for good. My dad had gone, and him and my mom were working on finalizing their divorce. Jason was a Freshman in high school, and he still had no friends. He had been born with albinism, so he always got made fun of. I'll never forget when I walked into his room the first time I came home. My mom was working, and I got a ride from a friend when I got to the airport in Portland. She drove off as soon as I got to my stoop. I walked into the house, and carried all my stuff up stairs. I walked right into Jason's room, and alsomore fainted when I saw the sight that met me. There sat Jason, with a nose bleed, and his glasses broken in his hands. He didn't cry, he just stared at his glasses. Beside him, was my dad's revolver that he'd bought with a license, for self defense. He didn't move. I walked over to him, and took the gun from him. I unloaded it, and walked back down stairs toput it back under lock and key. "What the hell happened to your face?" I asked. "This gang of boys beat me up. You can't be too black, you can't be too white, because you'll get the shit beat out of you." he said. "Why are you here?" "Friends don't quit on friends." I said softly. "Need help getting cleaned up?" I sat beside him, and helped him clean up his face. He had a fat lip, and bruises and cuts on his cheeks. I took his face in my left hand cupping his chin gently. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. With my right hand, I began to dab the rubbing alcohol on to his cuts. He opened his eyes, and I stared into themore. We just sat there for about five minutes looking into each other's eyes. I sort of became hard. "Let's go buy you a new pair of glasses." I said angrily. "Come on, you maggot." "Why the hell are you being a dick to me, and then offering to buy my glasses after you just cleaned off my face?" he asked angrily as he stood up. "Because you're a fag! Why the hell don't you fight back?" I asked. "Man, you are a total faggot." I had no idea how right I was, in assuming that he was a total faggot. Of course, I was to. Mom was definitely surprised to see me when she got home. She had no idea that her youngest son had almost committed suicide, and she had no clue that I'd bought him new glasses. She was just happy to see me. "So, are you feelin' like a big man? My first boy fresh out of college. Come here for a minute." she said. She grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me hard. "I can't hear the knowledge in there. I thought you'd come back with loads of stuff." she said tapping my head. "What? Is your brain still empty?" "No, mom, it's full. Trust me. You're looking at a certified fire fighter." I said smiling. "That's great, son!" she said laughing. "Unfortunately, I'm going to be working, and I have to leave town. I'll be back Sunday evening. We can celebrate you guys then." she said. "That sounds good!" shouted Jason from the living room. "I think it's a good idea. I kinda need to bond with Jason. He's changed. Have you noticed?" I asked softly. "There's something you should know. Before you came home, Jason told me something. He told me that he was hoping to get his permit. He told me that he was hoping to get a place of his own. You know, if I co-sign his lease, it's legal." she said softly as we both walked outside. "Blade, he told me that he can't live heredis" she said softly. "Especially with you in the house, he said." "Why?" I asked confused. "He says, that he's gay." she said with a smile. "Whoa whoa whoa! Maybe, it's just one of those phases, that boys go through. I mean, come on!" I said loudly. "I told him that that's what it might be. He put it down right away. "Mom," he said looking right into my eyes. "I know I'm gay. The worst part is, I've already got a crush on someone. I've had a crush on him ever since I could remember. Mom, I can't be here if Blade comes home. Look. Just saying his name makes my jeans tent up. See?" he said it all very seriously." she said softly. "He told me that he thought it was a phase, but that when you left for college, something broke inside him. He felt like you'd just died." "Today, I came home, and caught him trying to kill himself." I said softly. "He got beaten up at school again. Mom, what do I do? Should I leave?" I asked. "As a psychologist, I don't think you should. It may be wrong, Blade, but I know you feel the same way about your brother." she said seriously. "Why else would you cry when you couldn't talk to him? There were times when I walked by the couch, cleaning, and he was talking to you on the phone. All you two would do is listen to each other breathe. I thought that was so sweet. He'd sit there holding the phone so tight to his had, I thought it became part of his face. I'd work it out with him. Because both of you could get really hurt if you don't be careful. You're a good guy. If something does happen, I promise, I won't kick you two out of the house. You two are moreyou sons." "Thanks, mom." I said softly. I leaned over and hugged her. Just as I did, Jason came walking out of the house. "Mom, I'm going for a run down at the park." he said softly. "I'll be back in an hour." "I need to clean. Your aunt Linda's coming over for dinner. Take your brother with you." "Who said I wanted to go?" I said startled. "I did. Now, go." "What were you and mom talking about?" asked Jason as we walked over to the park. "About how mad at me she was, because I left. She's glad I'm a fire fighter, and all. She says that I really hurt her." "You run?" he asked changing the subject abruptly. "Yeah. When it's hot, like this." I said as we walked in through the gates. We made our way over to the track. "I jog fast. Think you can keep up?" he asked. "I might just pass yuh." I said softly as I stood beside him. "Let's see how long you can go, maggot." I said bitterly. We both began to jog slowly. First, at a brisk power walk. I sped up, he sped up. He slowed down, I slowed down. Fifteen minutes into the run, the air pushing against us seemed to push us closer together. We were now so close, I could reach out to him, and take his hand. Or slap him. We kept on jogging. This was so amazing to me. Jason and I were one. We were one person, with one soul, and one heart. We kept speeding up at every lap, until we were running fast. None of us breathed fast either, we just took deep slow breaths. We kept on running. I lost track after the tenth lap. So, he was gay. At the thought of that my stomach churned with excitement. If I played my cards right, my brother's ass was mine. Not to mention that nice juicy dick of his. Mom had just said he'd been just as hurt as me when I left. He was right. In a way, I did quit on him for a while. I left him with a trashy dad. Oh man, I'm a bad older brother. How was this happening? What was the force that attracted me to this young man running beside me? Just as I spared a glance at him, he slid on a leaf. I gripped his arm as we kept on running, and he kept his balance. I decided not to let go. This was completely insane. It's call incest, and you could go to jail for it. So, why was moreyou heart doing cart wheels at the sight of my brother running beside me? At the feel of his arm in my grip? "Are you ready to quit, bitch?" I asked as we ran. "No. I can tell you're not so hot yourself any more, Blade." "We'll see. I'll make you work your little ass so hard, you'll be begging like the faggot you are. You'll be crying to me like a bitch. Begging me to stop. Just wait." We kept on running. I felt blissful as I ran with him. As if reading each other's minds, we both turned and ran out through the park gates, and headed for home. We weren't making it a race, we just ran together. We burst into the house finally breaking our blissful rhythm. "Hello, boys." said aunt Linda smiling at me. "You two did quite a work out. Welcome back, Blade." she said smiling. "I'm never taking this maggot with me again." I said as I sat down on the couch. "He runs too fast. I'm twenty-five. I'm an old dude." "Mom, is dinner done?" he asked getting a glass of water. "Yes, you two. The Thai food is all ready for us to eat. Your aunt made herself quite a feast." "Since your mom is going out of town, tomorrow, and I'm the cause of it all. Anyway, this is your birthday dinner, both of you. Hopefully, you'll have some left over for tomorrow." "These boys eat a lot." said my mom laughing. "I don't know if we'll have anything left for seconds ourselves." I walked over to Jason, and took the glass of water that he was half way done with, and drank the rest of the water. "That was my glass." Jason said bitterly. "So?" I asked licking my lips. "I was thirsty, and the glass was right there, and I drank it. What are you gonna do about it, yuh lil fag?" his; nice to your brother, Blade." said my mom pointedly at me. "I'm just playin' with 'em. He's a good little bro." I said brushing his hand with mine. I am not joking when I saw him visibly flinched. A dull red crept up from his neck to his face. "Here's your glass back. I refilled it was for you." I said after I'd refilled the glass, and drank half of it again. As I handed it to him, our fingers touched. This time, I was positive I saw him jump. I glanced down and saw a big bulge in his pants. I looked quickly down at my pole, and saw that it was straining agst my jeans. Mom was right. It had been a great dinner. It took us all three hours to finish it. By the time we were done, my mom and aunt Linda were complaining that they'd have to let their pants out a few inches. It was about seven thirty when we all made it into the living room. "Come on, sis. Help me pack some stuff." she said smiling. "I'm gonna go take a swim." I said looking at the clock. "Pool's probably warm enough." "All right. If we don't join yuh, it's because we're still packing." said aunt Linda. "Wanna join me, Jason? We can play catch with the beach ball." I said getting up. "My life is boring. Might as well." he said as we both walked up stairs to the bedroom. "You want me to move into the guest room, when aunt Linda leaves?" I asked as I stripped down and put on a pair of swim trunks. "No. Why?" he asked matter of factly. He was turned away from me as I watched him remove his shirt and jeans. His jockeys were so amazing to look at, I almost lost control. I realized I hadn't seen my little brother naked for a long time. He was completely smooth. Just like me. He was white as porcelain. He looked very beautiful from the back. This was only the back! I couldn't wait to see what he looked like from the front. Just looking at his ass made me feel strange. Shit, he looked haveot. "I get this feeling you don't wanna share a room with me any more." I said as I watched him put on his trunks. "It's not you. Don't worry. I'll get over whatever the hell's wrong with me." he said smiling. We both walked out on to the deck in the back yard. The air was hot, and dry, kind of like it was in Texas. It was the first week of the summer. It was bound to be hot, right? We both dove into the pool at the same time. The water was warm, probably from the sun hitting it all day. It was blissful to be here and have the water splash athat my sore muscles. I swam once around the pool and saw that Jason was trying not to move. "Toss the ball here, Blade." he said in a choked voice. We played catch for a while. It was very fun playing with my little brother again. We began to play keep away after a little game of catch. This was really fun, because there was close contact between the two of us. He'd pin me against the pool wall, as he snatched the ball away, and swam off. I'd grab him around the waist and take the ball as my other hand firmly held on to him to prevent him from moving. On the fifth time that I had to snatch the ball from him, he wouldn't release. I grabbed him from the waistband of his trunks and literally poured him out of his clothing. He let go of the ball as he saw that I'd taken off his trunks, and his jockeys. I yelled athat the top of my lungs in a victory scream. I laughed as I tossed his clothing out of the pool. I was trying to aim for the grill, but because it was the worst day of our lives, my little brother's trunks and jockeys sailed over the fence and into the next yard. Luckily no one lived there. I looked down at my little brother, and soaw that he was white faced. Tears filled his eyes, and he retreated into the deep end of the pool. "I didn't mean to do that!" I said loudly. "I was hoping they'd land on the grill! Jason, please!" "How the hell am I going to get back into the house, you fucking bbastard? You filthy sun of a bitch! How am I going to get back into the house?" he yelled. "Don't talk like that, little brother. You can wear my trunks. It's no big deal." I said taking off my own trunks and wading over to him. I could see his cock standing straight at attention as I looked down. He was frozen. "You are so fucking rude! What the hell were you thinking? You filthy sun of a bitch! I am not your brother any more!" he yelled. "Jason, please! Don't talk to your elders like that! Take my trunks, if it's such a big deal! As if my mom and aunt Linda didn't change our diapers!" I yelled. "I don't want your stupid trunks!" he shouted. "You little fucker!" "All right then." I said as the anger boiled up in me. "If it's such a big deal, here." I took off my boxers, and I tossed my clothing over the fence to. Now, we were both fully naked in the water. "Watch me go into the house. It's no big deal." I said. I climbed out of the pool, and walked back into the house. Hopefully, Jason would come back soon. "What happened?" asked my aunt as I walked through the up stairs hall way. I was shivering, and my cock was pressing tightly against my belly trying to keep warm. "Jason and I accidentally wrestled, I took his clothes off, on accident, and now, he's out there standing in the pool, afraid to come back in, because it's such a huge deal." "Oh brother. It's not like we didn't change their diapers when they were little or nothing." aunt Linda said sighing. "Are you gonna go give the boy a change of clothes?" she asked. "Yes." I said angrily as my heart ached for my little brother. "Why'd you do it?" asked Jason as we both lay on either side of the room two hours later. "I don't know. I guess I thought I still had my little brother. You know, we used to play like that all the time. Jason, I bathed you when mom couldn't. Remember that time you were stupid enough to walk on the frozen swimming pool? You fell in, and I saved your fuckin' life. Afterward, I gave you my jacket to wrap around you, so that you wouldn't freeze. Dude, for three years I changed your diapers, for fuck's sake. I just thought it could be like the old days. I guess I was wrong. Maybe it's because I'm already twenty-five." I said bitterly. "I'm not four any more, Blade. I'm almost sixteen. Okay? I'm not a little boy any more." "You'll always be my little brother." I said bitterly. "Even if you get a huge growth spurt, and grow taller than me. You'll always be my little brother. You'll always be my Little Dude." The night was restless. I somehow felt like I'd crossed a line I didn't dare cross before because I knew it would turn out badly. I felt like I'd hurt Jason in some way. It was hard to sleep in the night. I know for a fact that at around one in the morning, I heard him crying on the other side of the room. That just tore me up inside. "Boys!" hissed a voice. "Hello! Anyone awake?" I'm leaving now." said my mom at seven in the morning. "Bye, mom." I said as she came over and hugged me. "Have a good trip. See you tomorrow." "Use this time wisely, Blade." she whispered as she pretended to kiss me. "Jason needs you. Can't you see how lost he is? Don't you two do anything bad!" she said loudly as she went over to Jason's bed. "Bye mom." said Jason. The next words were said through a sob. "I love you. Please come home soon." I saw him whisper something in her ear. The next words were magnified it seemed, because everything had gone completely silent. "Mamma, you have to help me talk to Blade. I need my brother! Please! This is beginning to reYou hurt me." he whispered. "I'll be back as soon as I can." said my mom as she let go of my brother. Those words had stabbed a knife through my heart. What was I supposed to do? How do I let him know that I love him just the same way? "You two boys stay out of trouble! And no weed!" my aunt shouted from the door way. "Come on, sis. You can help me with your bags." "I love her," said Jason sighing. "But who wakes up at seven in the morning on a Saturday? During summer?" "She does." I said yawning. "Happy birthday, boys!" the two women shouted. "Thank you!" we both yelled. "I'm going back to bed." I said turning over. "I didn't get any sleep." "Neither did I. No one better call, either." Jason said rolling over facing away from me. It was eleven when I awoke the next time. I heard the shower running. I don't know, but I just fell back to sleep after I figured that Jason was taking a shower. When I woke up next, it was eleven forty-five. There went half of my day. I had no clue what had woken me up, except that the house sounded strangely empty. I went down stairs in jeans, and I saw my brother playing on his X box. "Dude! Get the power biscuit!" I yelled knowing exactly what game he was playing. "It's right behind that cow!" "That's cow shit, you filthy fag." he said chuckling. "Yes! I get high score!" he yelled. "I'm going jogging. Naw. I'm going to play basketball at the gym." he said as he turned off his game and put it away. "You eat breakfast?" I asked yawning. "No. I'm just gonna come back and eat lunch. Okay?" he said as he left the room and went into the hall. "I'm taking a shower." I said sighing. "See yuh when you get back." "Bye." I took a long shower. It was before I turned on the water, that I saw something on the bathtub wall. It looked like my little brother had jacked off right in the bathtub. "Oh fuck!" I yelled out loud as I became instantly erect. I got out of the shower an hour later. I quickly brushed back my hair, and put on a black shirt, and a pair of jeans. My gut was starting to hurt, and I felt like something was wrong. Maybe it was just because I was hungry. I wanted to shoot some hoops with my brother. I left the house, locking it behind me, and walked the block and a half to the gym. I hoped that Jason hadn't gone jogging. When I entered the gym, it shocked me that there was no one at the front desk. I walked straight to the basket ball courts, and saw a crowd the size of a small concert in there. There were security guards and workers trying to break up a fight. I heard a very familiar sneering voice in the crowd. "This little faggot's got what's comin' to him!" a boy shouted. "Your big brother ain't here to save your ass, Shaltz. Come on, tell us how you became a bleached scrawny little sissy faggot?" "You're going to kill him!" shouted a deep booming voice. "You guys are going to hurt him! If you don't break it up, I'll call the police." I ran into the gym, and saw two girls watching as tears filled their eyes. A basket ball soared through the air aiming for my little brother's gut. I ran to him and pushed him aside catching the ball and making a shot. "You filthy faggot. You're so white, it's like a ghost." said the same voice. "I bet you've got the devil in you, you fuckin' homo!" "Don't you dare call my brother a faggot, you sun of a bitch! If I hear you call my brother any more names, I will beat you so badly, that the police will be afraid to side with you, because they'll know I'll beat 'em to! Leave my brother alone, Smith, or I'll give you a real reason to bitch, you pussy!" I shallouted. "You fuckin' bitch, Ross. Instead of jumping in to break it up, you just stand there! I should have you fired! I've got that kind of money!" I yelled as I grabbed Jason by the arm. I turned him around to face me, so that we could go home, and saw that the side of his face was completely bruised up. I frog marched him out of the gym. A ball came flying towards him almost ready to hit him in the back of the head. I took him by the hand and dragged him towards me, and the ball sailed past and broke a window. "You're payin' for that Blade!" shouted one of the security guards. "My ass, you bastard!" I yelled as I broke into a run still holding my brother's hand tightly, his fingers laced through mine. We jogged all the way home. There was blood dripping from a cut on his cheek, and also his nose. I took my shirt off when we entered and pressed it to his face. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him to the couch. "What the fuck happened?" I asked as I went back and shut the door and locked it. "I got two basket balls in the face. I think I also got a concussion." "I'm not talking about the injuries, Jason. I'm talking about how this all started." "I was twenty minutes into my shooting. I waited as long as I could for you, but you never came. Brandon saw me, and started teasing me, and I just ignored it. I didn't wanna fight. I wasn't looking for trouble. He takes my ball and hits me in the gut with it, and I fall. My face made contact with the ground. Then, as they were calling me names, the crowd began to gather. Did you know, none of them helped me?" he asked still holding my shirt to his face. "I'll go get us food." I said sadly. "That's what happens when you're albino. he said angrily. "You get the shit beat out of you, and you get hurt all the fucking time." I got two plates of the left over Thai food made for my brother and I. I heard the television on in the living room. I looked in as the plates heated up in the microwave, and I saw him sitting there with his head buried in my shirt. I saw him shaking with sobs. "Oh, Jason." I said softly as tears filled my own eyes. "Foods ready!" I yelled a little too loudly. "You want me to bring it over there?" I asked. "If you don't mind." Jason said from the living room. "At this point, if I move, I might just throw up." I took the two plates over to the coffee table and set them down. I came back to the kitchen, and grabbed two glasses, and the bottle of lemonade. "Sorry. I guess you can't wear your shirt now." he said handing me back my shirt. "Although my blood isn't coming out any more." "I don't give a damn." I said putting my shirt on. I saw myself in the mirror. The front of my shirt looked bad. Stains of blood were covering it as if I'd been the one beaten up. I could also feel warm wet spots on my chest and shoulders. His tears had soaked through. We sat down and ate a good meal. We both managed to down the whole bottle of lemonade. Somehow, I knew that something was going to happen, I just didn't know what it was. "Now I feel sleepy." he said sighing. "I'm not supposed to sleep. What if I never wake up?" "You'll be fine." I said as I took all the stuff back to the kitchen. I went back to the living room and sat down beside Jason. I smiled at him. "I have a question." he said sadly. "Why the hell do you call me names, and yet you were pissed off through the roof when those guys were calling me names?" "Because you're my brother. You're my brother, Jason, and I love you." I said suddenly. I slipped an arm around his shoulders. "Oh God, Blade! Don't!" he said loudly, trying to struggle out of my grip. "Dude, you don't know what you're doing to me!" he gasped. He tried to struggle out of my grip, with no success. Finally, he began to cry. "Yes. I. Do." I said over powering him and pulling him into my arms. "I. Love. Y." I said as my lips pressed against his. My arms were tightly holding him, as we kissed. At first, I saw that he was shocked. He burst into tears in my arms. I held him to me, and gently began to stroke him. My hands running from the back of his head, down to cup his ass. I had no eyes for anyone in the world, but for my little brother. I kissed both of his cheeks, his forehead, his pointed chin, and finally, his full lips. He let out a loud moan and I let go of him. "Blade?" he gasped. "It's all about you, little brother. It's all about you." I said. "Just wait right here." I walked up stairs, and grabbed a jar of Vaseline from my dresser drawer. I walked back down stairs, and I gently undid his jeans. His dick was straining against the material of his jockeys, trying to get free. I gently pulled his jeans and jockeys down. I tossed them on the floor in the middle of the living room, and looked down at what he had. What a sight it was. He had a fully erect prick, ten inches. He was completely smooth, and his balls hung low between his legs. His dick seemed to wave at me as it swayed free of it's confinement. "Oh, fuck! Blade," he said as his cock jumped. "What the hell are you doing?" "I'm taking care of you." I said as I undid my own jeans. I tossed my clothes on top of Jason's. He nearly passed out as he saw my own hard cock. "What do you say, little brother?" I asked softly nearing close to him. "Blade! I want you so bad!" he said pleadingly. He got up and took the jar of lube from me. He dipped his hand into it, and came out with a huge glob. He slathered it on both hands, and started to completely cover my cock. "Oh, Jason. That feels good." I said as I flinched at the way his hands ran up and down my length. "Lay down, Little Dude." I said as my ownot prick began to jump. "No, Jason. The other way. I wanna see your face when I make you cum for me." I said as he attempted to lay down on his stomach. I lifted his legs up to my shoulders and gently pressed my cock into his ass. I watched him wince a little. "Tell me if you want me to stop." I said as I kept on going. "Just relax, son. just relax." I said as I gently eased myself into him. I knew he was waiting, just like me, for our bodies to be one. I gently eased myself in, until I was all the way up to the hilt of my hard cock. "Let me know if you're hurting, Jason. We can stop." "I think I see stars!" he whispered. "Oh, Blade! This is so beautiful!" he gasped. I had never tried this with any one else. But I was waiting for the right time to try this with my brother. As I stayed there waiting for my cock to adjust, and for his ass to get used to me, we began to slowly kiss. "I love you so much, Blade." he said between kisses. "You're my best friend." "Mmmmmm! You're my best friend to, Jason. Everything's going to be okay." I said as I gently probed his mouth with my tongue. "Uh! You don't know how long I've dreamed about this!" he groaned as I kissed him gently. "Blade, I've wanted this for so long!" he groaned as I began to thrust in and out of him. "I've wanted to feel you and hold you. I see you in my dreams all the time. Blade, I've wanted you for too long." he groaned. "When you fuck, Jason, the number one rule about fucking, is you have to make the person you're fucking cum first. You cum after they do. Or when you think you're done pleasuring them. You hold it as long as you can." I said as I thrust in and out of him. "Especially if she's a girl. That's what make you seem like you're really good at sex." I said as I twitched inside him. "Do you like it?" I asked as he reached for his cock. "You don't need to do that. Leave it alone." I said as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "If I'm any good at this, you'll cum without touching yourself." I said as I gently licked his lips. "Blade! Oh Blade! This feels so good!" he groaned as I started to go faster. "You ever been with anyone before?" I asked knowing the answer. "No! You're my first." he said as I held him to me and kept on going. "I bet you've been with a lots of girls. It's been a little over six years, big brother." he said softly. "I've been waiting for you, Jason." I said as his remark sent a stab of pain through me. "I've been waiting for my little brother." "I think whenever you thrust in, I see stars." he groaned. "I think you're hitting something inside me." "That's not all I can do." I said as I pulled us both up. "Get on your knees, and I'll fuck you from the back. Let your big brother show you how it's done." I said as he squatted down, and I plowed into him once more. "You like that son?" I asked as I rammed my hard dick into his tight ass. He couldn't say anything. His ass clamped around me, and he let out a series of groans and grunts. I saw a huge glob of cum squirt out of his dick, and hit the trash can. Another squirt landed right in my mouth. A third and fourth squirt also landed right in the trash. He gave a total of seven squirts, four of which landed in the trash, three in my open mouth. He groaned as he kept on repeating my name. "Okay, I'm going to pull out of you now." I said as my own balls tightened against me. "No! It's your turn! You have to fill me now." he said gasping for breath. "It's all about you, Little Dude. If you want." I said. "Please, Blade. Please!" he begged squeezing his ass around my cock. He and I stood up. He laid back down, and I rammed my hard dick back into him. Just as I did that, the phone rang. I reached over and picked it up, all the while keeping up a steady pace of fucking him hard. "Hello?" I said into the phone. I could hear the sound of our balls slapping together. Jason over here, was struggling not to make a noise as he came again. This time, as the voice spoke on the other line, I held my mouth open and he aimed perfectly at it. It was kind of like tasting my own seed. Since we were so alike anyway. "Fuck me, Blade!" he whispered as I listened to the person on the phone. "Fuck me faster." "This is a collect call from, "Hey! It's mom." Please press one to accept this call, press two to decline, or press nine to hear this message again." I pressed one. "Hold on one moment, while we connect your call." the automated voice said. My little brother spasmed again for the third time. As always, I was ready, and caught all of it. I caught every drop of his seed in my mouth. He let out a loud scream as he erupted and saw that I was ready to catch every drop. "hello?" said a lady's voice. "Hey, mom!" I said as I began to ram him faster. "How are things?" As my mom plunged into the story of how things were, I began to tongue fuck my brother's mouth. I could tell that he could taste himself on me, because he thrust back at me with every stroke, and ground into me as I fucked him. I could still feel his balls slapp+ mine. I didn't know whether this was supposed to add to the eroticism of it all, me talking to mom, or if I should feel uncomfortable. So, I did what any man would do. I just kept on going. "We finally ended up getting here after all that." my mom was saying tiredly. "Where's Jason?" she asked. "He's laying on the couch." I said as I pumped my dick into him. This was technically true. I just didn't mention that I was laying on top of him. "Can you hand him the phone?" asked my mom excitedly. "I want to wish him a happy birthday. How is my special little boy?" she asked. "He's fine." I said smiling as I planted a silent kiss on my brother's mouth. "Here you go, Maggot. Mom wants to talk to you." I watched as I rammed into him at a steady pace, and he talked to my mom. He kept on giving her one word answers, because he was having so much trouble speaking. "Thai." he said through gritted teeth. "Playing a game. I'm about to loose. Yeah, it's me against him. I just lost." he said as cum flooded my mouth again. "I lost big time." he said between a moan and a laugh. "Mom, you made me lose." he said as a couple more squirts went into my mouth. "Oh, that tastes so good." I said softly as I licked my lips. "Wants some?" "No!" he said loudly. "Don't pull it out. He's about to pull the electrical plug out of the X box. What a freakin' idiot." said Jason as his dick shrank back to normal size. I think I was starting to get blue balls from holding mine in so much. There must be a lot of loads waiting to be squirted. "Thankso, mom. I'll see yuh when you got home." he said. "Okay. Love yuh." "Leave it to a mother to call when her sons are trying to get laid." I said as I lay there running my hands all over my brother. "Leave it to your mother to call when you're trying to have sex." "Leave it to a loyal son to answer the phone, even though he's just about to shoot." Jason said licking a droplet of cum off my lips. "Seriously, though. It's your turn to cum. I'm all out." "If you say anything, Jason, I may not hear you." I said as I resumed my steady pace. "I tend to go into my own zone when I jack off. This is probably the same." "Mmmmmm! just go." said Jason as he kissed me. Suddenly, I let myself go. I was one with my brother. We were one, like we should be. I held him tight in that embrace as I rammed in and out of him. My pace picked up. The power that kept me going was the power to fill my brother. The same urges that drive all other men to fill their partner. Whether it's a male or a female. I was one with Jason. My cock didn't exist. There was no beginning or ending to either of our bodies. We were just one. I moaned loudly in pure ecstasy as I fucked him. My mouth repeating and repeating his name. Jason, his beautiful name. Jason, the way he identified himself as an individual from all other boys. he was my brother. He was the boy that I knew so well. Jason, my love. I felt like I was on fire. I screamed as I started to orgasm into his tight, beautiful, ass. I yelled. I wanted to let him know what a good feeling I was having. "Jason! I love you!" I yelled as I exploded. "Oh fuck! I love you, Jason!" I yelled. I still couldn't hear anything that he was saying. I just kept on squirting into his hot ass. "Oh fuck! I love you, baby!" I yelled. "Jason!" I shouted as loudly as I could. I kept on shooting, and shootingdis I had been holding it in for so long. I moaned loudly as I collapsed on to my brother's body. "You okay, sport?" I asked as I lay there on top of him. "I've never been better." he whispered softly. "Not in a million years." "Jason." I said softly. "Blade." he said back. "you're so amazing. I love you so much." I said as I lay there beside him. "I have to pull out, Little Dude." "Fine." he said sadly. "Don't worry. I'm not leaving." I pulled out of him, and saw that I was spent. He got up, and walked into the bathroom. I heard a stream as all my cum flooded out of his ass. I walked into the bathroom, and knelt down. I wrapped my arms around him, and held him tight, as he emptied himself out. He just stared at me. We looked into each other's eyes, and I swore that I could hear fireworks. He cleaned up his bottom, and we walked back to the couch. I lay down, and he climbed over me and collapsed beside me. I wrapped one arm around him, and I took his cock in my hand with the other. He did the same thing. "We have to talk about this, Blade." he mumbled as he lay there in my arms. "Okay." I said flipping him over so that I lay on top of him, our dicks and our nipples touching. "I swear, when you left, I was dead. Blade, when you left, you took part of me with you." "I swear that when you were born, I got hard." I said as I switched and turned on my side. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. It's funny, both of us were still wearing shirts. I was still wearing the shirt with his dried blood and tears on it. "You were in the delivery room?" asked Jason as his arms tightened around my waist. "I was. I remember, because you were so beautiful in my mom's arms. I was the one who cut the cord." I said as he smiled at me. "Blade, I don't know what the hell I'd do without you." he said softly. "It was love at first sight, Jase." I said as I pulled him very close to me. "You know this is your shirt?" he asked as he pointed to the shirt he wore. "Hey!" I said looking closely at it. "How did you get it?" "I took it from your suitcase. I always wear it when I'm feeling lost, or you're not here, or I just need to feel close to you. It has your cent on it. That drives me crazy." "You're so sweet, Jason." I said as I kissed him. "Blade?" he said softly. "Don't leave me. I just don't know what I'd do if you did." "I love you so much, Jason." I said as I kissed his cheeks, his forehead, his chin, his full lips. "Would you like to try shooting baskets again?" I asked as I held him. "Sure. Let's both grab a shower first, though." We both took a shower, and stepped back into the clothes we were wearing before we got side tracked. I called one of my mom's friends who lived right across the street. I knew a place where we could go that no one would say a word to my brother, or bother him, or call him names. "Dean, can we barrow your bike?" I asked as I listened to what he would say on the other line. "We're going to the gym on the other side of town. Play basket ball." "Sure. Just make sure you take really good care of it." Dean said laughing. "Come get the keys." he said with a grin in his voice. "I'll be waiting for yuh." Ten minutes later, I was riding down the street with my brother in front of me. My arms were wrapped around his waist, so that I could take hold of the handle bars. He had his arms folded across his chest, and was leaning back against me as we drove. We got there with in fifteen minutes. We shot baskets for about forty-five minutes. People kept coming up to me and asking me if that was little Jason. Everyone knew me, because this was the fire station's gym. Since I was supposed to start in a month, I was allowed to come and work out at the gym any time I wanted. So, the rest of the day was spent working out in the gym, or play+ basket ball. I was just glad that I had my brother back. He fell asleep as we drove back to the neighborhood. I saw the two dudes that had beat on him, and I gave them each a finger. When we got to the house, I caught a surprise as I spotted a car parked in our drive way. Jason did me the favor of going to return the keys to Dean, as I investigated who was in my drive. It was my father. "How are you, Blake?" he asked as he got out of the car. "It's Blade." I said bitterly. "What do you want?" "I wanted to talk to your mother." he said. "Where did Mason just run off to?" "It's Jason. My mother isn't home. I think you should leave, before I call the cops. She won't be back for another month." "Tell her to give me a call. I'd like to arrange a meeting with you two, and your step mother." "Go eat shit, you bastard." Jason said coming back from Dean's. "Get out of here." I smiled at him as he climbed into his car, and drove away. I opened the door to our house, and we both got in. It was about ten PM. Without a word, we both walked up stairs, and threw off our shirts. I walked over to his twin bed, and pushed it up beside mine. I laid down on my side, and pulled the blankets over me. He did the same thing. I took him in my arms, and we both just laid there, listening to the other one breathe. My palm settled against his chest, where his heart was. I could feel his heart beat through his warm soft skin. Proof of the blood that ran through his veins. The very same blood that ran through my veins, making us related. I watched as his eyes closed. My heart filled with contempt. I gave him one final slow kiss before we both went to sleep. "Jason." I whispered his name. "Blade." he said softly as he returned the kiss. In order to prove to my mom and maybe to my aunt Linda that we weren't slobs, the next day we spent it cleaning the house. We drank coffee for breakfast, eating a piece of bread. We washed our dishes from yesterday, and tossed our clothing into the laundry. It was all done in four loads. Leave it to mom to call and checknowledge up on us even if she's only twelve hours away from coming home. "Hey, Blade. You sound a little bit more concentrated today." she said as I held the phone to my ear. Jason was doubled over laughing on the kitchen counter. "What are you talking about?" I asked smacking him across his ass. "I could've sworn that Jason and you paid more attention to your game yesterday, than to me." she said as we proceeded to clean the kitchen table. "It's hard playing with him." I said sighing. "Especially when he trashes on you all the time." "That's what you get for thinking a cow pie is a biscuit." said Jason loud enough for my mom to hear. "Put it on speaker. I want to talk to both of my boys at once." she said. "You sound like someone just got killed." I said as I clicked the speaker button on the phone. "Your aunt isn't here, so I've got a few minutes to speak with both of you. Blade, don't you dare hurt your little brother. If you lay a hand on him, and hurt him, I will totally cut you out of the will. Jason, darling, if you're chasing after big dreams," she said pointedly. "Make sure it's what you really want." "I told him that yesterday." I said as I took my brother's hand. "He's the boss. He can only take things as far as he likes." "Will you two promise to be careful?" she asked seriously. "Yes, mom." Jason and I said looking straight into each other's eyes. "We promise." "All right. I know I can trust both of you. However, if I hear that you've been playing with him dangerously, Blade, I will personally make sure when we all play monopoly, you go to jail." As she spoke to us, I totally caught the jist of what she was trying to tell me. Most people loved to be dangerously erotic. That sort of sent chills down my spine. My mom seemed to be fine with us other wise. We both said bye, trying not to sound too quick about it, or too suspicious. "What are you guys doing, anyway?" she asked before she hung up. "Cleaning." said Jason forcing the word out of his mouth. "Afterward, I think a good wash is in order for Bullet." Bullet was the little bug that my mom had left behind because she'd gone with aunt Linda. "See you boys soon, than." she said sighing a heavy sigh. his; careful!" Somehow I knew that this was a very carefully placed be careful. As my brother and I reorganized the house, and cleaned whatever was dirty, I reflected on what had happened yesterday. I thought over and over about what had taken place between Jason and I. I could really end up hurting Jason if later I were to find out I wasn't gay. I loved him way too much to do that. Did I want kids? No. Did I like women? I still don't know. Was I really in love with my own brother? I still didn't know either. Yet, I'd been feeling this ever since he was born. How did I know that this wasn't a phase? I didn't want to end up hurting Jason. Especially, because there's times when I get carried away, and verbally abuse him. "You don't do it like that, you little maggot." I said angrily as we sat playing a game after we'd cleaned. "I'm surrounded!" I saw how intent he looked as he played, and I watched him for a long time. He still looked very handsome to me. I couldn't see myself with anyone else. Not another man, and certainly, not a woman. I definitely knew I was in love with Jason. "Did you see the time?" he asked as we turned off the game. "It took us all that time to clean, and eat dinner. It's already nine thirty." he said laughing. "When did mom say she was coming home?" "She said she'd be home around midnight." I said as we both collapsed on to the bed. Unconsciously, I reached over, and took the waistband of my brother's jeans. I slipped them off along with his briefs. I heard his breathing become heavier. I saw his rod gently swell up as I backed away. "Blade," he gasped as he began to breath faster. "What are you doing?" "Well, seeing as I completely spent myself yesterday fucking you, I figured, you may as well return the favor. Before mom gets home, and finds us in a very awkward state." I took the jar of lube that I'd found on the couch today, from yesterday, and opened it. Before I lubed him up, I dropped to my knees, and took him gently in my mouth. It took him thirty seconds to climax as I sucked on him slowly. He let out a loud moan, and his knees buckled under him. I held his seed in my mouthis taking in the glorious taste of it. "Mmmmmm. That's wonderful." I said as I came back up. "That's so wonderful." I took a great big glob of lube and began to stroke his now small cock. It became bigger in my hand as I lubed him up. I made sure to do it as copiously as I could, so that it would be easy to slide him inside me. I put the lube back on the dresser, and laid down on the bed. He came over to me, and took my legs, resting them on his shoulders. "Blade?" he said in a wild whisper. "You'll let me know if I hurt you?" "Yes. But I couldn't be in better hands." I said as his dick pressed against my opening. "Really." The pain was unbelievable as he gently eased into me. He had two inches of his ten inside me, and I felt like I'd been stabbed. My forehead was beginning to sweat profusely. "Blade, are you okay?" he asked stopping where he was at. "I'm fine, Jason. Just keep going, and you'll be there soon." I said calmly as his face became a shade of green. "Dude, you're in pain. I can tell you're really hurt." he said attempting to pull back out. "Jason, please. I've felt worse than this. Hell, emotional pain feels worse than this. When you didn't talk to me for a month, it felt worse than this." I said thrusting up to him and making him sink in a couple more inches. I almost cried out as the pain filled my body. I wondered if he'd felt this much pain. "Wait." he said. He gently pushed in a little bit more, and he was half way in. Jason began to kiss me. As his lips pressed against mine, I gently felt the tip of his tongue brush my closed lips. I opened my mouth, and invited him in. As we lay there, I found that the pain was lessening. My cock began to get bigger as I lay under him. Before I even had time to begin to enjoy the kiss, he was all the way to the hilt inside me. Here I was, big brother impaled on little brother's sword. "Kinda feels strange, at first. Doesn't it?" he asked. "Sort of full." I said trying to get used to his big powerful dick inside me. He flexed his cock inside of me, and I shivered as he sent a wave of pleasure through me. I squeezed my sphincter around him, and saw a spark fly in his eyes. "Ready?" he asked still holding his position. "Whenever you are." I said through a kiss. "I trust you completely." He pulled all the way out, until he was only in about half an inch. Then, with extreme force, he rammed back in. Sparks popped in my eyes as he did this again. I saw my cock jump every time he thrust in and out. I began to breath faster. He picked up the pace as one of his hands gently twisted my chin the right way. He began to kiss me as he fucked. My body quickly got used to the strange full feeling and I ended up forgetting about it. I was one with Jason again. It was pure bliss. We were one man. Just like all brothers should be. There was no cock holding us together. We were one. There was no end to his body, or beginning to mine. We were just one. He pointed his cock downward as he thrust in me, and something different happened. I felt another jolt of ecstasy. He twisted his cock upward again, and I couldn't hold it in any longer. I let out one final moan, screamed his name, and shot my load. He, just like me, was ready. I watched as my seed landed in his moreouth. It looked so amazing to see this, that I shot off a second time. Jason was definitely good at what he was doing. "It's not over yet, Blade. Watch me make you cum again." he said softly as my dick swelled to full mast again. He picked up the pace, as he continued to kiss me. It was blissful to be in his care. Between each kiss, he would repeat my name, and give me a rough thrust. Suddenly, he took this to a whole nother littleevel. He began to pull out all the way, just barely leaving enough of his hard cock in me to hold us together. Then, he'd ram into moreevery sending sparks flying everywhere in my vision as he did this. He went faster and faster. I had no clue how I could hold back that third blast that was threatening to squirt soon. "Fuck me, Jason." I moaned as he plowed into me, and our balls slapped together with every thrust. "You gonna cum for your little brother?" he asked kissing me. "You want me to fuck you hard?" "Oh yeah!" I gasped. "Give me all you got, Jason. Ca'mon. I'm on the edge!" I groaned as my cock twitched between us. "Tell me what you want me to do." he said looking into my eyes. "Fuck me!" I groaned as he rammed into me down ward again. He twisted inside me, and rammed into me straight on hitting my prostate. "Louder, Blade. I won't make you cum if you aren't loud enough." he said steadily. "Fuck me!" I yelled as I became driven crazy by the need to cum. "Please!" I begged. "Fuck me please, what?" he asked. "Now!" I yelled thrusting myself upward trying to make it better. "You're not saying it right." he said softly. "You're under my total control. Ca'mon, big brother. Let me know what you need!" "Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me! Make me cum!" I yelled as he plowed into me. I don't know what he did, but as soon as I said that, he rammed into me in a way that made me shoot my load into his mouth again. He moaned as he took in all seven shots. He held one in his mouth, and kissed me. It was so hot to taste my seed in his mouth, that I almost shot again. He pulled away, and rammed into me as I shot off again, and he caught every single drop. That's when I realized, I was done. "Mmmmmm. You taste wonderful." he moaned as he plowed into me. "Now, it's my turn." And he was off. Every thrust seemed to be directed at one thing only. Pleasuring himself. He didn't care about going slow for me anymore. He was plowed into me for all he was worth. He began to breathe faster, and faster. He moaned and screamed my name. Suddenly, my ass filled with his cum as he shot. I felt a strange warmore sensation, as he pumped his dick inside me. With each shot, he flexed his dick deep inside me, as he came. He kept repeating my name as he plowed into me. This went on for another fifteen minutes as he ended up shooting in me four times. I was a teenager once. Teens are very horny. It seemed as though he would notevery stop. "Oh, Blade. Your ass is so nice and tight." he groaned. "This feels so hot." He gently pulled out of me, and I jumped up. We both walked into the bathroom, naked as the day we were born. I smiled as I watched his muscles ripple in the mirror. I sat down on the toilet, and drained myself of his juices. As I sat there feeling the dull throb in my dick, he wrapped his arms around me, and held me tight. My arms slipped around his waist as I trembled with exhaustion. When I had finished cleaning up, we both went back to bed. I wrapped my arms around him, and lay there holding him tight. "Blade." he said softly. "Jason." I muttered as our lips met. "Mmmmmm. I love you." he said when I pulled away. "Yeah, I know. That's why we're here." I said as I squeezed him as close to me as possible. His soft smooth skin felt warm against mine. Our cocks began to kiss. "Mmmmmm." we both moaned at once. "Mmmmmm." Epilogue When I got home, the house was quiet. I wondered if both my sons were alive. Linda and I both entered the house quietly. We left the suitcases on the couch. She smiled at me. "We'll put everything away tomorrow." she said smiling. "I'm going to get ready to go to sleep." "I'm gonna go check on my boys." I said as I softly walked up stairs with her. She headed into the guest room and smiled at me. "See you tomorrow." she mouthed quietly. I nodded. She closed her door gently as I heard a soft sigh from behind me. I turned to find my sons had their door open just enough for me to see through and into the room. The smell of roses floated out to me from inside their room. I didn't know what I expected to find when I looked in. I expected to see the furniture just like I'd arranged it. I looked, and saw that the two twin beds were together on one side of the room. I watched with a feeling of love and adoration as my Blade ran his hands through Jason's hair. I watched as they looked into each other's eyes. They both let out a soft moan. I watched as they both hugged tightly. Blade whichispered something into his brother's ear. Jason smiled at him radiantly. I watched as my two sons held each other and looked intently into one another's eyes. "Mmmmmm." they both moaned happily as they kissed. "Say my name." said Blade softly to his brother. "Blade." Jason said making them both visibly flinch. Tears began to stream from my eyes. I watched as they both smiled at each other. I tried to control a sob as I stared in utter amazement. I watched as they kissed again, and tears streamed down my face. It went back and forth for another two minutes as I stood transfixed. They both lay there kissing and chanting each other'so names. As if to heighten their love for the other. They kissed passionately. "Blade." Jason whispered. And so the chant carried on. "Jason." "Blade." "Jason." "Blade." "Jason." "I love you, Blade." said my youngest boy softly. "And that's why we're here." said Blade. "Mmmmmm." they both moaned quietly. They kissed passionately. I watched as two tongues dueled and fought against one another. I thought I'd find this scene very disgusting. Or that I'd be turned on by my sons. But that wasn't the case. "Oh, Jason." he moaned as I gently pushed open the door. "I'm home, you two." I said as I stepped over to them. Blade and Jason were wrapped in a tight hug. The blankets were pulled up high, covering them. "Are you two okay?" "We're fine, mom." said Jason smiling up at me. "Blade?" I asked quietly. "Are you two okay?" "Oh mom." he said squeezing his brother. "I've never been better." "You two are plainly sure about this?" I asked closing the door and sitting down on Blade's chair. "Yes." they both said tightening their grip on each other. "All right, then. But if I ever catch you two fucking around with anyone else, whoever does it will be out of the will faster than they can say the other's name." I said seriously. "Jason, you are not to hurt your brother, and Blade, you are not to hurt him either." "We promise." they both said. They turned to each other, and kissed again. I walked over to them, and hugged both of them. They were a little miffed that they had to pull apart to hug me. I flinched at how hot they both were to the touch. They felt like heaters. I saw Blade greedily pull Jason back into his arms, and wrap his legs around his brother. "He's not goin' anywhere." I said kissing both boys on the forehead. "I'm not takin' that risk." Blade said gently kissing his brother. "Good night, you two." I said smiling. "Although honeymoon may be tempting, don't forget to sleep." They both bobbed their heads at me in a simultaneous yes. They were too busy kissing to say good night. There were soft sighs as I left the room. "Mmmmmm. My Jason." was the last thing I heard before closing the door.