Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2020 23:42:14 +0000
From: butters2020 <butters2020@protonmail.com>
Subject: Connor and Ethan, Gay, Incest

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	Two years separated brothers Ethan and Connor McAdams.  Just
looking at them, you might not guess they were brothers.  Connor was
ripped, thanks to his devotion to their basement gym.  Ethan was toned, but
his biceps wouldn't make you do a double take like Connor's would.  Connor
was blond, Ethan was a brunette.  Connor was more outgoing, the life of any
party, whereas Ethan was quieter, more reserved.  When the cameras came out
at family reunions or Christmas morning, Connor was quick to pose,
sometimes making a muscle.  Ethan protested that he didn't want his picture
taken and managed to hide behind the Christmas tree or the person standing
next to him.
	He seemed to have grown even more camera shy since entering
puberty.  At a family trip to the beach last summer Ethan and Connor were
laying next to each other on a blanket, wearing matching blue trunks,
soaking up the August sun.  They looked like synchronized swimmers, each of
them in the same position: legs just slightly spread, left food turned
inward, hands folded behind their heads.  Their dad thought it was funny
how they looked like they'd choreographed their tanning session and wanted
to post a pic of it on his Facebook page, but when he aimed his phone at
them Ethan seemed to sense it.  He opened his eyes and his arms flew from
the back of his head and he crossed them over his chest.
	"Don't take my picture!" he snapped.  His dad couldn't understand
it.  He was a good-looking kid.  Several people strolling down the
beach-adults, teens, women, men-- paused to give both boys an approving
glance.  But ever since Jeremy noticed a little tuft of brown hair in his
son's armpits, the boy seemed embarrassed about them.  He was determined
not to allow any evidence of his secondary sex characteristics.
	Ethan worshipped his big brother.  They were inseparable when they
were younger, but when Connor started high school, leaving Ethan behind in
middle school the older teen found his own friends and more of his own
interests.  It only got worse (in Ethan's eyes) When Connor got his
driver's license.
	He tried not to be a whiny little brother about it.  He knew Connor
was growing up and didn't want to hang around with a middle school kid
anymore.  He had football practice, and a girlfriend now.  So even though
he missed Connor, and felt left out and abandoned, he never complained...
	...until his fourteenth birthday.  He and Connor had seen the last
two Star Wars movies together when they came out.  The Rise of Skywalker
was being released on Ethan's birthday.  He'd assumed that he and Connor
would see it together.  He brought it up to his big brother at breakfast a
day before the big event.  "Are we gonna get pizza before the movie or
after?" He asked Connor at dinner.
	"Oh.  Sorry, Ethan, I already made plans to see it with Audrey."
	Ethan knew that thirteen years, 11 months and three weeks was too
old to cry but he had a hard time keeping his voice from breaking and
keeping the tears from flowing.  "But we always see Star Wars.  And it's my
birthday.  We never do stuff anymore and I've never said a word about it
before, but it's my birthday!"
	"C'mon, Ethan.  We can do something the next day, can't we?"
	Ethan didn't trust himself to speak.  He left the supper table
while he was still able to hold back the frustration and betrayal that
threatened to manifest as tears.  When his bedroom door slammed their dad,
said, "Way to go, champ.  He has one birthday a year and he's been missing
the shit out of you.  You can't take him to one movie?"
	In truth, Connor had been missing Ethan, too, but Audrey would
never understand if he canceled their date to take his brother out instead.
Then he realized he didn't have to cancel the date, just cut it short.  She
wasn't a big science fiction fan anyhow.  He went to Ethan's room and
knocked on the door.
	"Who is it?"
	Connor opened the door without waiting for an invite.  "I'm sorry
we haven't been hanging out like we used to.  Tell you what.  I'll take
Audrey out to eat, and then drop her off and come pick you up.  We'll go to
the movie and then grab some pizza afterward.  Sound like a plan??
	"Really?"
	"Dude, it's your birthday!  And it's Star Wars!"

	A week later Ethan checked his phone for the fourth time.  "He
should have been here by now."  If Connor didn't get there in the next ten
minutes, they'd miss the beginning of the movie.  Stupid Audrey.  I'll be
they're fucking.  She would put out just he'd miss my birthday.  Or maybe
they're having a fight because he said he's taking me to the movie instead
of her.  If they were fighting it could be hours before Connor got home.
	Ethan took out his phone and texted his brother: WHERE R U?  U
COMING OR NOT?  He hit send and waiting for a response.  He was still
waiting an hour later.  He was so mad now that if a response did come, he
had no intention of answering it.  He had no intention of ever speaking to
him again.  He was in his room with his headphones on, playing games on the
computer.
	Through the pulsing bass in the headset he heard his dad pounding
on his bedroom door.  He took off the music and opened the door.  His dad
looked pale.  "Why are you in your boxers?" he said irritably.
	"Why shouldn't I be?  I'm in the for the night."
	"Get dressed.  We're going to the hospital."
	"How come?  What happened?"
	"It's Connor.  He's been in an accident."

	In the fifth-floor surgery waiting room Ethan blamed made his third
bargain with God.  "Please make Connor be okay," he silently prayed.  "And
I'll never ask him for anything again."  He blamed himself for the
accident.  If he hadn't been such a pussy and made Connor end his date
early, he would have been at the theater with Audrey at 6:30 instead of on
Sunrise Avenue, slamming into a cement truck. After several hours, the
double doors opened and the surgeon, a tiny little Asian woman, came over
to them.
	"Connor had some very serious injuries: a collapsed lung, several
fractured ribs, a ruptures spleen and both of his shoulders and his left
arm suffered fractures.  He's going to be okay, but he has a long recovery
ahead of him."  Ethan started crying.
	"It's my fault," he said.
	"Don't be silly, son," Jeremy said.
	"Listen to your father," the doctor said.  "Unless you were in the
car with him and jerked the steering wheel, there is no way you caused
this."
	"Can we see him?" Jeremy asked.
	"He's still in recovery right now.  Once he's been moved to his
regular room the nurse will get you."
	They had to wait another ninety minutes before they could see
Connor.  It was after midnight when they followed the nurse into room 518.
Connor was sleeping.  He was in the bed, semi reclined, wrapped in a cast
that surrounded his trunk and continued up to both of his shoulders and
extended down each arm. Rods, or sticks of some kind went from each arm to
his torso, keeping his arms away from his body and frozen in a raised
position.  He looked like he had been doing the wave at a football game
when someone turned him into a statue when his arms were only raised
halfway.
	"Holy shit, he's broken!" Ethan blurted.
	The nurse tittered.  "Well, yes he is.  In several places.  Don't
let the double shoulder spica cast freak you out.  He needs to be
immobilized in order for his shoulders to heal properly."
	She handed them a bag that contained Connor's clothes and personal
effects.  She told them he would sleep thru the night and there was nothing
they could do for him and they should go home and get some sleep.  "I am
tired," Jeremy agreed.  "We'll be back tomorrow."
	On the drive home Ethan went through the bag. It had Connor's
jeans, underwear and shirt, but he'd never wear them again.  The shirt was
covered in blood and all clothing had been cut off him.  His socks and
shoes were in the bag, too, along with his wallet and phone.  Ethan took
the phone and pushed the start button on it. Connor didn't have it password
protected, and the screen lit up, showing the last active screen.  It was a
text Connor had been typing: YES IM COMING.  ON MY WAY.  HOLD YOUR HORSES
I'LL B TH
	That's all it said.  He must have been sending it when he crashed
the car.  Ethan deleted it.  If his Dad ever saw that.... if his Dad knew
just how much the accident really WAS Ethan's fault...Connor had been
texting and driving because of the text Ethan had sent him.  Connor had
told him he was taking him to the movies.  If he'd just been patient
instead of texting him, they'd be home now, talking about the movie.
Instead Connor nearly died, because of him.  There's no way around it.

	For the next week Ethan spent as much time in Connor's hospital
room as he could.  With his arms immobilized he was unable to feed himself.
Ethan insisted on taking over that job, and the nurse's aid assigned that
task didn't put up a fight.  He was still on Christmas break so didn't have
to go to school during the week.  He fed Connor breakfast, lunch and
dinner.  Connor felt awkward at first, but it was either let someone feed
him, get a feeding tube, or starve.  Given those choices he'd rather have
Ethan do it than different hospital workers.
	Peeing was another issue.  The first few days he was in the
hospital Connor had a urinary catheter inserted in his penis.  He
complained of discomfort and the doctor ordered its removal the third day.
This meant that when he had to pee, someone had to aim his penis at the
opening of the plastic urinal kept on the nightstand.  The first time he
was so uncomfortable having the sixty-year-old female nurse holding his
junk that it took him nearly five minutes to get the flow going.  In this
case though, he wasn't willing to let Ethan take over the job and Ethan
didn't volunteer to take it on.
	On Christmas their dad got permission to take Connor home for a few
hours.  He couldn't ride home with them but had to go in an ambulance
because of his permanent scarecrow position.  He left the hospital before
lunch with instructions to be back in time for dinner and to come back at
once if anything sent wrong.
	At the house sat on the couch in front of the Christmas tree.
Ethan opened Connor's presents for him, then they went to the dining room
for their first family meal since the night of the accident.  Ethan fed
Connor his turkey, mashed potatoes with gravy, green bean casserole, rolls,
baked carrots and pecan pie.  He paused every few bites to dab at Connor's
chin and the corners of his mouth, where they hadn't coordinated the
transfer of food very well and Connor ended up with gravy running down his
chin.
	After supper Connor said he wanted to go to his room for a few
minutes and Skype with Audrey.  By leaning over he was even able to use the
mouse and set up the skype call himself.  Ethan left him in his room,
shutting the door behind him.  Neither of them had ever mentioned the
unsent text, but it was never far from Ethan's mind.  He noticed he'd
gotten some gravy on his shirt while he was feeding Connor.  He took off
his shirt and was getting a clean one from the closet when his bother
shouted his name.
	"Ethan!  ETHAN!"  Connor sounded hurt or scared or both.  Ignoring
the shirt Ethan ran from his room to Connor's.  Connor was trying to get
out of his upholstered desk chair but without the use of his arms was
having trouble.  The skype call had ended. Connor saw Ethan and looked at
him with desperate eyes.  "Help me!"
	"What's wrong? Ethan asked in a panic.  "Should I get Dad?"
	"No!  Help me up!"  Ethan put his arm around Connor's lower back,
careful to avoid the cast.  Connor leaned on him and stood up but almost
immediately double over.  "Ow!  Goddammit!" He rotated his torso, trying to
reach his lap but couldn't.  "Aw, fuck, Ethan, you gotta help me!"
	"Help you what?  What's the matter?"
	"I'm hard!"
	Ever had been whacking off for two years.  Being hard doesn't hurt.
"I don't understand."
	"When I get hard, if it's aimed the wrong way I used to be able to
shift it before I had a blue-vein throbber.  I can't do that anymore.  It's
twisted under my leg and it's killing me.  Oh my god, it's gonna fucking
break off.  You gotta shift it for me."
	Ethan wanted to tell him to wait a while and his dick would deflate
but after what he'd done to Connor he owed him.  He reached between the
sixteen-year-olds' legs.  "Where is it?"
	"Under my left leg.  Hurry, man."
	Ethan felt under the leg and move his hand up toward Connor's
crotch and there it was.  Damn, it was hard.  He tried to dislodge it.
"Ow!"
	"Sorry," Ethan said, withdrawing his hand.  "I can't push it back."
He looked at Connor significantly.
	"I don't care.  Just do it."
	They'd dressed Connor in sweatpants at the hospital for his field
trip.  Ethan untied the drawstring and pulled them down. Connor wasn't
wearing underwear.  With his dick basically tucked between his legs,
mashing his balls, he almost looked like a girl.  Ethan hadn't seen his
brother naked since he was four and Connor was six and their great-aunt
Alma insisted on bathing them in her giant claw footed bathtub when they
visited her.  Then he, like Ethan, was just a little boy with a little
boy's dick and balls.  Now he had a full bush.  Fuller than Ethan's.
	"Hurry!" Connor said.
	"Umm.  You need to spread your legs some," Ethan told him.  Connor
shifted his right leg a few inches to the right, creating a gap between his
legs.  Ethan reached between his legs and wrapped his fingers around the
hardon he couldn't see.  It wasn't really behind his leg, so much as turned
the wrong way and pointed down his leg.  "I think it's twisted a little.
I'll try not to hurt you too much but I might not be able to help it."
	Connor nodded, his eyes closed.  His brow was covered in sweat.
Ethan took a firmer grip on the thick cock and eased it back where it
belongs.  Connor let out a long breath.  Ethan didn't let go.  It was the
first dick he'd ever held that wasn't his own.  It was strange.  It kind of
felt like his dick to his hand, except a little bigger.  It was warm.  Any
warmer and it would feel hot.  Without thinking he gave Connor's dick a
squeeze.
	Connor moaned.  "Geez you better not do that, Ethan.  I haven't cum
in over a week.  It won't take much."
	Ethan stopped squeezing but didn't let go.  He said, more to
himself than Connor, "I can't go more than a day or two without rubbing one
out."
	"It's been torture," Connor agreed.  His eyes were open again,
looking at his little brother's hand on his hard cock.  "This morning, when
the aid was holding it while I pissed . . . I boned up.  It was so
embarrassing.  My balls are so full of spooge, I'm afraid that I'll blow
when they grab it when I have to piss. What if it's the old granny nurse?
Or that queer guy?"
	"Yeah," Ethan said, finally releasing Connor's dick.  It was so
hard it pulsed in time with Connor's heartbeat.
	Connor made a noise like a hungry kitten.  "Ethan.  I'm one hundred
percent straight."
	"I know you are."
	"But I gotta cum."
	"Oh.  Okay.  You want me to leave while you hump a pillow or
something?"
	"I can't use my arms.  I can't hump anything.  No I don't want you
to leave the room.  I.  Um.  I want you to make me cum.  Please."
	Ethan took a deep breath.  It was his fault Connor was in this
situation, after all.  He took the throbbing meat in his hand again.  If he
was going to do this, and he guessed he was, he wanted it to be good.
Connor said it wouldn't take much to make him blow, but Ethan was
determined to make this last.
	He raised his left arm and ran his hand through this brown hair
before starting the handjob.  Raising his arm exposed his armpit.  Connor
said, "How come you always hide your pits?"
	Ethan blushed and put his arm back by his side.  "I don't know."
	"Lift it again.  Let me see."
	"Come on, Connor.  I'm gonna jack you off.  Isn't that enough?'
	"No.  I want to see how my little bro's growing up.  Lift your
arm."
	Ethan raised his arm again, showing the little tuft of hair in his
pit.  "It's nothing like yours," he said wistfully.
	"Hey, mine used to look like that.  A few months ago you didn't
have any hair at all." Connor winked.  "I like 'em.  The girls'll like 'em,
too.  You got sexy pits."  His dick flexed in Ethan's hand, as if to
confirm his assessment of how sexy he found the adolescent underarms.
	The flexing cock reminded Ethan of Connor's need and he gave it a
squeeze, then slowly stroked it.  "Jesus, that's good.  Hold it a little
tighter, though."
	Instead Ethan loosened his grip.  Instead of stroking the cock he
ran his fingers up and down the shaft and over the head.
	Connor growled in frustration.  "You're a worse tease than a girl!
I've gotta nut so bad!"
	"Nuts, huh?" Ethan said, and abandoned the thick meat for Connor's
balls.  "You ever play with your balls when you jack off?"  He rolled the
heavy balls in his palm, pulling them and tugging them.
	"I don't.  But Audrey does."
	"Really?  She jacks you off?"
	"All the time.  We fuck, too," he added, smiling lewdly.  "You ever
fucked anyone little bro?"
	Ethan shook his head, not admitting that he'd hadn't even kissed a
girl, yet.
	"Pull 'em harder.  Don't be scared.  You won't hurt me."  He
blushed a little.  "I like it rough," he admitted.  Ethan hid his surprise
and pulled harder on Connor's nuts, twisting them a little.  Connor
grimaced.  "Yeah.  Like that."  They were silent except for Connor's
occasional grunts and moans as Ethan manhandled his brother's balls,
running his fingers gently over the mushroom shaped head which was leaking
copious amounts of precum.
	Connor cleared his throat.  "Umm.  Can I ask a favor?"  Ethan gave
the merest nod.  Connor said, "when Audrey gives me a hand job she also,
umm, kinda sucks my nipples."
	"You're shitting me."
	"Do you think . . . ?
	"You want me to suck your tit?
	"Pretend it's a girl.  What's the difference?"
	Once again Ethan reminded himself that he owed Connor anything he
wanted.  He studied the pecs in front of him, just barely exposed on the
cast covered torso.  He leaned over and stuck his tongue out and licked the
nipple closest to him.
	"No man, suck on it.  Hard, like you're giving it a hickey."
	Ethan had no experience giving (or receiving) hickeys, but he
suckled on the quarter sized, rust colored nipple.  He was surprised to
feel his own dick responding as he ran his tongue over the hardening
nipple.  "Suck harder.  Chew on it!"  Damn, Connor really did like it
rough.  But his words and commanding tone only increased the blood flowing
into Ethan's penis.  He bit down on the Connor's nipple.  He cried out and
his dick flexed at the same time, turning on Ethan even more.  He couldn't
help it and let go of Connor's dick long enough to rub his crotch.
	"Play with the other one!" Connor ordered him.  Ethan didn't
hesitate, pinching the other nipple as hard as he could.  "Ahhh, yeah, man.
Keep doing that.  Fuck you're even better than Audrey!"
	Ethan smiled.  Take that, bitch, he thought.  I get him off better
than you do.  He pinched and twisted the nipple harder and chewed and
sucked on the one in his mouth.  Connor's dick, though ignored for the
moment, still leaked a steady stream of precum.  The head of his dick was
flaring and Ethan was afraid he would spontaneously cum.  He didn't' want
that.  He wanted to be the one to make his big brother ejaculate.  He
wanted to do that better than Audrey did, too.
	He spit out the nipple which was now red after his oral abuse.
"Aw, dude, why'd you stop?"
	"I want to try something," Ethan said.
	"What?" Connor asked, panting slightly.
	Ethan pulled the upholstered desk chair over and sat on it. Connors
pulsing dick was now inches from his face.  "Dude," Connor said, "You don't
gotta do this."
	"Does Audrey do it?"
	"Actually no.  She lets me fuck her but thinks a dick in her mouth
is gross."
	Ethan thought, then I do so have to do this.  He grabbed the cock,
now aware of its musky scent, and licked the head, cleaning it of the
string of precum.  "Oh jeeeeezus!" Connor hissed.  Ethan continued bathing
the cock with his tongue, then lapped at the balls, alternating between
gently nuzzling them with his mouth and savagely pulling and twisting them
with his hand.  "Oh fuck, Ethan.  If you had a pussy I'd dump Audrey for
you in a heartbeat!"
	I got a boy pussy, Ethan thought.  But that would have to wait
until the cast is off. In the meantime he was going to give his brother the
best orgasm he'd ever had.  He kept tugging the scrotum which was getting
harder to do as it was trying to draw up tight against Connor's body.  He
licked his way up the shaft of his cock until he was back at the head and
sucked it into his mouth, treating it like he'd done the nipple: sucking
it, running his tongue over it, and nibbling it once in a while.  When his
mouth had gotten used to having the bulbous mushroom in it he sucked more
of the cock into his mouth, then even more until he gagged.
	Hearing him choke seemed to turn on Connor.  "Yeah, little brother,
take my cock," he said moving his hips, fucking Ethan's mouth.  His breaths
were coming faster together.  It wouldn't be long now.  But then-
	"Wait!  Stop!" Connor said.  Ethan kept sucking but Connor pulled
away.  "I mean it!  Stop for a minute."
	Ethan spit out Connor's cock and looked up at him.  "Did I do
something wrong?"
	"No, but I want you to cum too.  It's only fair.  Stand up and take
yours out."
	Ethan blushed.  "No, that's okay."
	"Dammit, Ethan, stop being so insecure and take out your damn
cock!"
	He did, looking Connor in the eye the whole time.  When his dick,
hard as Connor's but not quite as big was free, Connor said, "Nice one,
Ethan.  Nothing to be ashamed of.  Put it against mine and jack us both at
the same time." He tilted his torso forward and with perfect aim, spit on
Ethan's dick, providing some lube that would soon be joined with the new
precum flowing from his own pecker.
	Ethan stepped closer to his brother and placed his cock under
Connor's head to root. He couldn't reach around both of them to jack them
properly but he ran his hand up and down them.  Feeling his brother's dick
against his own more than made up for the lack of a proper hand job. Connor
must have agreed because he was moaning once more.  "I hope you're close
buddy, cuz I can't last much longer."
	"Uh huh," Ethan said, panting a little himself.
	"Raise your other arm again," Connor said.  This time Ethan didn't
argue, just did as he was told, once more showing off this sparse pit hairs
to his brother.
	"I like your smell.  Manly.  Sexy.  Bring it closer."
	Ethan pushed his armpit to Connor's face.  Connor put his nose into
his brother's pit and inhaled deeply, then stuck out his tongue licking at
the sweaty pit.  He took another deep breath and with a growl, pushed up
against Ethan as his cum erupted over his brother's pubes.  With every
spurt he took another deep whiff of the sweaty pits.  When his balls were
finally empty of the week's worth of cum they'd been storing up, Ethan
backed up and took a firmer hold of just his dick, now covered in Connor's
pecker snot.  He used it as lube, rubbing it all over his throbbing member
until he too spurted.  He shot all over Connor, just as Connor had done to
him.
	They both stood there, staring at each their cum on their brother's
cocks.
	"Boys!" Their dad shouted from downstairs.  "Time to get Connor
back to the hospital!"
	Ethan leaned over and cleaned his cum off Connor's dick with his
tongue.  "Should I leave the bit in your pubes for the granny nurse of the
queer nurse to clean up?"
	"Sure.  Give 'em something to think about when they get themselves
off after their shift.  And speaking of getting off..."
	"I can give you a hand again tomorrow.  Unless you'd rather have
Audrey do it?"
	"Naw.  I think it's time we started hanging out more like we used
to."