Date: Mon, 16 Mar 2020 01:43:23 +0000
From: butters2020 <butters2020@protonmail.com>
Subject: Connor and Ethan part two: Connor Comes Home  Gay, Incest

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		Connor and Ethan part 2: Connor comes home

			      By Butters2020

	Note: this is a sequel to Connor and Ethan (duh).  You don't HAVE
to read that story before reading this one, but this one will make more
sense if you do.  ~~Butters2020

	Neither brother could stop thinking about what had happened on
Christmas.  Sixteen-year-old Connor had always considered himself straight.
He'd never had a gay thought.  Not once.  For him, it had started out as
simply a matter of need.  He hadn't gotten off in over a week.  Audrey had
visited him in the hospital a few times, but the place made her nervous.
She never stayed long and wouldn't dream of giving him any relief there.
He certainly couldn't take matters into his own hands, not with this stupid
scarecrow cast keeping his arms in a permanent "I Give Up" position.
	He wanted to die when he got hard when the old granny nurse held
his dick so he could piss into that plastic jug.  She'd been nice about it,
telling him not to worry, that it didn't mean anything.  It was still
embarrassing though.  Still, at least it had been the granny nurse and not
that queer nurse.  He'd noticed the looks that guy gave him. Connor had
nothing against gays, and to be honest was flattered when anyone gave him
the once over, even another guy.  But If he got hard while that guy was
holding his junk it would send the wrong idea.
	It had been a mistake to Skype Audrey after supper on Christmas.
She gave him an online Christmas present and flashed her tits and fingered
her pussy which of course made his dick hard as steel.  That would have
been great if he (A.) he could have done something about it and (B.) he'd
been able to shift it before it got stuck under his leg.  She freaked when
he told her what had happened and ended the call.
	He'd called for Ethan.  Even though he was in agony he still
noticed that Ethan wasn't wearing a shirt when he came to his rescue.
Which was SO unlike him these days.  He couldn't understand why the
fourteen-year-old was so shy about his maturing body.  He was on his way to
becoming a stud.
	But what he'd had a harder time comprehending was why, when Ethan
gave in to Connor's unreasonable request, and jacked him off, it was the
strongest orgasm he could remember having.  Stronger than any of the times
he and Audrey had had sex.
	Connor smiled when he remembered how eagerly Ethan had chewed on
his tits when he'd asked him to and had manhandle his nuts.  He always had
to beg Audrey to indulge his kink.  But Ethan didn't hesitate, as soon as
he heard that Audrey did it.  And sure, getting his first (and so far,
only) blowjob was bound to be intense, but there was more to it than that.
Why did seeing that little patch of hair in Ethan's armpit turn him on so
much?  Why did burying his nose in the smelly pit bring him off?
	He'd never thought of his brother in a sexual way. He'd never
thought of any guy in a sexual way.  And armpits?  And Jesus, why was he
hard now, thinking about it?

	Meanwhile, Ethan was also struggling with the events of Christmas
Day. But unlike Connor he couldn't say he'd never had a gay thought in his
life.  For over a year that's all he'd been having.  He used to think of
classmates he had crushes on when he jacked his five-inch dick.  When he
was in public restrooms and someone was pissing next to him, he'd sneak a
peek if he thought he could get away with it.  He knew that boys sometimes
had these thoughts and as long as he was a boy, it was okay to have them.
But when the first hairs appeared in his pits, and he was still having
those thoughts, it wasn't okay anymore.  He couldn't call it a common
adolescent phase.  Not if it wasn't going away.  For a while he snuck his
dad's razor and shaved his pits.  If he didn't grow up, it would always be
normal to have these boyhood thoughts.  All he had to do was not grow up.
Then one day he forgot to clean the blades and his dad asked them at dinner
who was borrowing his razor to shave their pubes.  After that he had no
choice but to let the hairy evidence of his maturity continue to spread.
But he didn't have to let people know about it.  He stopped taking his
shirt off unless he had no choice.  When they went to the beach, he was
careful not to expose his pits to anyone for more than a second or two.
	His angst grew worse one night when Connor came home from a date
with Audrey in a bad mood.  He slammed the front door causing their dad to
yell at him, something that rarely happened.  Connor just nodded and
stomped off to the bathroom.  "What's wrong with Connor?" Ethan, barely
thirteen at the time, had asked.
	Dad chuckled.  "If I had to guess, I'd say blue balls.  Someone
must have been being a tease tonight.  Girls are good at that."  Ethan
blushed.  He wasn't used to his dad talking about this kind of thing in
front of him. A few minutes later Connor left the bathroom and headed to
his bedroom.  "Don't slam the door!" Dad yelled down the hall, too late.
	Ethan said he needed to use the bathroom and got up from the couch.
His dad gave him a knowing leer but didn't say anything.  In the bathroom
Ethan was hit by the smell of fresh cum.  Holy shit, he thought.  Connor
was beating off!  But why could he still smell it?  Didn't he flush the
evidence?  Then he saw the crumpled-up toilet paper next to the toilet.
Connor must have used it to wipe up his dick after cumming, but when he
tossed it in the john, he'd missed.
	Trembling slightly, Ethan picked up the paper.  His fingers felt
something wet.  Something slimy.  He put the toilet paper to his nose and
inhaled deeply.  Yep.  It was cum.  His own dick sprang to life.  It wasn't
just any cum, it was CONNOR'S cum!  He pictured his muscular brother
jerking his cock but had to imagine what it looked like.  A year later he'd
know firsthand, but that day he could only guess.  He wiped the slimy
tissue on his dick and then dropped it in the commode.  Using his brother's
cum as lube he jerked his cock, cumming in less than thirty seconds. He'd
never tasted his cum before, but now it was mixed with Connor's.  He wished
he thought to taste his brother's semen when it was pure, but there was
also something sexy about licking it off his palm when it was intermingled
with his own.
	After that he always thought of Connor when he masturbated.  There
had always been some hero worship where Connor was concerned, but now it
was more than that.  Now there was forbidden lust.
	So, when Connor begged Ethan to give him sexual relief at
Christmas, it was easy to tell himself he was doing it because he owed
Connor, after causing the accident that put him in the hospital.  But the
truth was, making Connor cum was the fulfillment of a hundred different
fantasies.  When Connor said he was better at Audrey at abusing his tits
and balls, he swelled with pride.  It was HIS job to make Connor feel good,
not that bitch.  He was afraid he'd suck at giving head (ha-suck at giving
head) since he'd never done it before.  But then Connor told him Audrey had
never gone down on him. He didn't know if other girls had.  He assumed so,
but he told himself he was the first one to suck Connor's prick.  When
Connor told him to stop, he was disappointed.  He wanted his big brother to
unload in his mouth.  But when he learned why he was being told to stop, he
nearly cried, he was so overcome with love and lust and adoration for
Connor.
	 . . .love for straight Connor, whose girlfriend Audrey may not
give head, but who fucks him on a regular basis.  Lust for straight Connor,
who will have the use of his hands again and will no longer need help
getting off.  Adoration for Straight Connor, who probably won't want Ethan
to get him off until then anyway, since Audrey can do it for him.  She has
nothing against giving hand jobs he'd said.
	He sighed.  What did he think was going to happen?  They were
brothers, not lovers.  He was lucky to have the Christmas experience to
think back on when he jerked off.  No sense asking for the stars when he
had the moon.  Isn't that what that old movie said?

	Christmas break was over.  Ethan was back in school and couldn't be
at the hospital all day as he'd been just after the accident, but he came
by every day after school.  Neither of them had said anything about what
happened on Christmas.  When Ethan was at the hospital on December 26 it
had been awkward for a few minutes, but once it was clear that they were
both going to pretend it had never happened, the awkwardness dissipated.
	Ethan missed breakfast and lunch but still fed Connor dinner since
his arms and hands were still useless.  When Ethan came by the hospital on
Wednesday, he noticed that Connor was in a different cast.  His torso was
no longer covered in plaster.  He wore an immobilizer sling on his left
arm, for the benefit of the shoulder that was still healing, but his right
arm was unencumbered. "Check it out!" He smiled, lifting his right arm.  I
can feed myself!"  He lowered his voice.  "I can wank myself! I can pee
myself!  Wait that last one didn't come out right."
	"Yeah, I hope you're not pissing yourself."  Ethan tried not let
his eyes linger on Connor's chest and stomach.  The old cast exposed only
his pecs.  Now his washboard abs were free.  Looking at his nipples,
remembering how red and raw they were after he'd chewed on them, made
Ethan's cock stir.
	Connor saw him looking.  "Yeah," he said.  "I'm losing my abs.
Sucks, but for some reason they haven't let me go to the gym."
	"No, you look great."
	Connor grinned.  He'd known for years that Ethan looked up to him.
"Thanks, Bro."
	Ethan suddenly looked sad.  "Connor, I'm sorry."
	Connor hoped he wasn't going to violate their unspoken agreement to
not talk about Christmas.  "About what?" he asked cautiously.
	"The accident.  It was my fault."
	"What the hell are you talking about?"
	"The hospital gave us your stuff that night.  I saw your phone.
You were answering my text when you crashed.  If I hadn't texted you, if
you weren't texting me back, you never would have hit that cement truck."
	"Have you been carrying that since your birthday?  Listen, dumbass.
If I was texting and driving that's my fault, not yours.  But I wasn't.  I
dictated that text to Audrey.  She was texting you back, not me.  And I
never hit the cement truck, he hit me.  Didn't the cops tell you and Dad
what happened?"
	Ethan was trying to absorb this news.  "I-I don't know.  Dad never
said.  He just said you were in an accident and hit a truck.  But that was
when we first heard.  He never said anything about what happened after that
night and I didn't ask, cuz I new what happened.  Well, I thought I knew.
You aren't just saying this?  It was really Audrey who was texting?"  Ethan
had forgotten that Connor was dropping Audrey off from their aborted date
before coming back to the house to take him to see the new Star Wars movie.
	"Dude.  I promise."
	Waves of relief washed over Ethan.  "Wait a minute," Connor said,
sitting up in the hospital bed.  "Is that why you did all that on
Christmas?  Cuz you felt like you were under some kind of obligation to me?
Did you feel coerced?"
	"No.  I mean at first, maybe, but no.  I mean it."  He grinned.
"You were dying.  And you needed my help.  That's never happened before.
No way was I gonna say no."  He averted his eyes.  "I'd do anything for
you, Connor.  I mean, that's what brothers are for, right?"
	They were interrupted by their father's exuberant entrance.  "Pack
your bags, Champ!  Only sick people are allowed here, and you no longer
qualify.  You've been discharged!"
	"Sweet!" Connor crowed.
	"You have a follow up with the orthopedic surgeon in a week.  With
luck the immobilizer will come off then and you'll a free man for real.  I
guess you can think of this as parole until then."
	"I don't care what you call it; all I know is, I'm going home!"

	Connor was back home, sleeping in his own room, in his own bed, but
things weren't quite back to normal yet.  He wasn't allowed to drive for
one thing.  He'd been looking forward to going to Audrey's.  Instead she
had to come to him.  She came over the second day he was home.  She'd only
received minor injuries in the accident and hadn't even been admitted to
the hospital.  She was sent home from the ER after a few hours, when Connor
was still in surgery.
	She stopped in the living room to say hello to Ethan and Jeremy
before going upstairs to Connor's room.  "Hi Mr. McAdams."
	"Hi Audrey.  Good to see you," Ethan's dad said.
	She turned to Ethan. "Connor says you've taken good care of him the
last few weeks.  Even better care than I could."  Ethan's eyes widened and
he blushed.  "But now that Nurse Audrey's here, I'll be taking over patient
care."  She went upstairs.
	Jeremey said, "I don't think insurance will pay for the care she
plans on giving him."
	"Dad!" Ethan said.
	"I'm just saying: if insurance pays for pussy, I'm calling in sick
tomorrow."
	"I'm going upstairs," Ethan announced.
	"Ethan," Jeremy said meaningfully.  "I know you're jealous of
Audrey-"
	"I am not!" Damn, was it that obvious?"
	His dad held his gaze for a moment, then said, not unkindly, "Just
give them their privacy is all I'm saying.  You'll have plenty of time with
your brother when she's not here.  There's no need to be a fifth wheel."
	"I get it.  I'm just going to my room is all."
	He didn't get that far.  He paused outside Connor's closed bedroom
door and listened.  He didn't hear anything.  He put his ear against the
door.  It was muffled, but he made out their voices.
		Connor: oh, babe you don't know how much I missed this.
	Ethan sighed.  It wasn't fair for him to hate Audrey just because
Connor was straight, but it didn't matter.  He hated her all the same.
God, did he hate her.  Fucking bitch.  If he'd had any sense he would have
continued to his room.  Instead he kept his ear to the door, listening.
		Audrey: are you sure you've missed it?  You're barely hard.
		Connor: I just got out of the hospital.  Cut me some slack.
Anyway, you know how to
	make it harder.
		Audrey: You know I don't like doing that.  It's weird.
		Connor: We've been over this.  I'm not asking you to let me
do anything to you that you
	don't want.  I'm asking you to do something to me.  It doesn't hurt
you.
		Audrey: but it hurts you!  It's kinky.
		Connor: please baby.  I know you've been missing my tongue.
You be nice to me and I'll
	be nice to you.
		Audrey: fine.
	Ethan was torn.  He hated that it was Audrey that was in there with
Connor but his dick stiffened picturing what was going on behind the closed
door.  He rubbed the outside of his crotch, making his dick harden more.
		Connor: not like that.  Come on, harder.  You know what to
do.  Why won't you do it?
		Audrey: If you don't like the way I'm doing it why don't
you ask Ethan to do it, since he's
	been taking such good care of you the last three weeks.
		Connor: what is that supposed to mean?
		Audrey: nothing.
		Connor: it's not nothing.  Say what you mean.
		Audrey: Seriously?  I have to spell it out? You know that
Fag would suck your tits all day
	if you asked him.  He'd probably do a lot more than that.
		Connor: He's not a fag.
		Audrey: Grow up Connor.  My sister is in his class.
Everyone knows he's gay.  It's 2020,
	it's not like it's a big deal.  I'm just saying if you want someone
to chew your nipples
	you've got a homo six feet away; get him to do it.  I'm not going
to anymore.
		Connor: Whatever.
	Ethan was trying hard to control his breathing.  Everyone knows?
What did she mean by that?  He wasn't some queen, flouncing around school.
How could anyone know?
		Connor: what are you doing?
		Audrey: getting undressed.  I thought you missed me.
Aren't we going to fuck?
		Connor: I thought so, too.  But I don't like the way you're
talking about my little brother.
		Audrey: Okay, I'm sorry I said he's gay.  Don't be mad,
sweetie.  Don't you want some of
	this?  Or some of these?
		Connor: I don't know if he's gay and if he is, I don't
care.  I don't like you calling him a
	fag.  I don't like you and your sister talking about him.  I don't
like the things you said
	about him the night of the accident.
	There were some shuffling noises and then the door whipped open.
Ethan nearly fell over.  Audrey, fully dressed, sneered at him.  "Enjoy the
show?"  she looked back at Connor, and then to Ethan again.  She added,
obviously for Connor's benefit, "Faggot!" before going downstairs and out
of the house.
	"Ethan," Connor said.
	"Leave me alone," Ethan said, and went to his room, something he
wished he'd done ten minutes ago.
	Connor was right behind him. He was still naked except for the
immobilizing sling, his dick semi hard.  "Ethan, wait!"
	He followed Ethan into his room.  "Fuck her, man!"  He laughed.
"Bad choice of words since I can't follow my own advice.  I don't think
I'll be fucking her again, but, how does Dad put it?  'Pay her no heed.'
She's a gossipy bitch."
	"She's right, though," Ethan said, unable to face his brother.  "I
am a fag."
	"Bullshit.  If you're gay, you're gay and I guess I gotta get used
to that, but you're not a fag.  I don't want to hear that word again."
	"You don't hate me?"
	"How can you get such good grades and be so retarded?  No, Ethan, I
don't hate you.  You're my brother.  I love you, man."
	Ethan finally turned around and looked at Connor.  He smiled.
"You're naked."
	"Uh, yeah."
	"And half hard.  Is it on its way up or on its way down?"
	"It never got to full mast. I wasn't kidding on Christmas.  You're
a thousand times better than Audrey at . . . certain things.  After the way
you worked my nips and nuts, her pansy ass little nibbles just weren't
doing it for me.  Uh, speaking of hardons, what's that bulge I see in your
jeans?"
	Ethan put his hands in front of his crotch.  "Sorry," he said.  I
can't help it.
	Connor walked over to him.  With his one good arm he grabbed
Ethan's hand and pulled it away.  "Don't hide it.  You're always hiding."
He ran the back of his fingers over the bulge.
	"Don't," Ethan whimpered.
	"You did me on Christmas.  I owe you one."
	"No, that's okay."
	"Ethan.  Shut up and take off your clothes."
	Ethan shut up and took off his clothes.  His cock was fully erect.
	Connor nodded.  "You got a nice one bro.  Reminds me of mine when I
was your age.  You ever had a handjob before?"
	Ethan shook his head.  "Only with my own hand," he said huskily. He
moaned when his big brother took hold of his hard cock.
	"Feels different when it's someone else's hand, huh?"
	"God, yes."
	"Let's go to the bed," Connor said, letting go of the dick.
	"I don't understand.  You're not gay."
	"So?  You helped me out when I had a problem.  You said it's what
brothers do.  Okay brother, you've got a similar problem so I'm gonna help
you out.  I don't have to be gay to do that."  He gave Ethan a push,
guiding him to the bed and onto it.  Then he grasped the twitching boy dick
again.  "Tell me how you like it.  Fast? Slow?  Tighter grip?  Softer?"
	"I don't care. Just jerk me off!"
	Connor took a firmer grip and stroked his brother's dick.  He
wished he had the use of his other arm and made a promise to himself that
when he did, he'd do this again, properly. "Raise your arms, buddy.  Let me
see your pits.  And don't give me any excuses.  I like them.  They're hot."
Ethan raised both arms.  Seeing Ethan's chest flatten out and his underarms
with their freshly sprouted hair caused Connor's dick to fully inflate.
"Look, Bro.  Look what your sexy pits are doing to me."
	Ethan licked his lips.
	"I know you sucked me, too, but I don't think I can do that.  I
hope that's okay."
	"Uh huh." Ethan didn't seem capable of forming words.  Connor
rubbed his balls on each downstroke.  "Ohhhh."  Connor picked up the pace.
He was feeling his own hunger now but wasn't sure Ethan would meet it. The
question was, would he be more willing to if he'd just busted a nut, or if
he was still horny?
	The decision was made for him when Ethan let out a long groan and
the penis in Connor's hand pulsed and spit out several spurts of cum.  When
the salvo was reduced to a dribble, he slowed his stroking, then finally
released the still throbbing teen dick.  "How was that, buddy?"
	"Fucking fantastic!  Do you want me to do you?  I will.  I'll suck
you if you want."
	Connor's dick twitched in anticipation.  "Umm yeah, if you want to
you can.  That would be awesome.  But I was wondering."
	"What?" Ethan asked, hoping he knew the answer.
	"Well, before Audrey and I broke up, I-"
	"Wait, you broke up with her?"
	"Duh.  She was talking trash about you.  I'm done with her.  But
Before then I was kinda hoping to fuck her and now-"
	"You can fuck me," Ethan interrupted.
	"You sure, Ethan?  It might hurt you."
	"I hurt you when you asked me to.  I want you to hurt me, if you do
it with your cock.  Fuck me, Connor.  I want you to."
	"Fucking immobilizer.  I can't plow you like I want to.  I've only
got one arm.  You'll have to ride me this time."
	Ethan grinned when he heard 'this time'.  that meant there might be
other times.  Times when Connor would really fuck him.  Plow him, he said.
His dick, which had started to soften stood at attention again.  "We need
lube," he said.
	Connor grabbed a bottle of lotion from the nightstand.  "Heh, what
do you use this for, little bro?"  Ethan blushed.  "What's good enough for
your dick is good enough for mine." He said.  "But it's hard for me to put
it on, one handed."
	"I'll do it.  Let's trade places."  Connor lay on Ethan's bed and
Ethan knelt between his legs.  He squirted some lotion on the thick meat
jutting from Connor's crotch and rubbed it over the shaft and head.
	"You sure you never been with anyone before?  You're really good at
that."
	"I think I'd remember.  You're the only one."
	Remembering Christmas, When Ethan finished smearing lotion on his
brother's cock he continued down to his balls and rubbed them gently at
first, then took a firmer hold and squeezed and yanked.  He was rewarded
with a grunt from Connor.  "Yeah, man."
	Ethan put some more lotion on his fingers and reached between his
legs, applying it to his rosebud.  He'd never put anything inside his ass
before and was scared to death but if his big brother needed to fuck, then
Ethan wanted to be the one he fucked.
	He straddled Connor and raised himself over his waist.  "Hold it up
toward my ass," he panted.
	Connor said nothing, just gripped his 7-inch cock and aimed.
Ethan's smaller cock was twitching madly.  "You sure?"
	In answer, Ethan lowered himself until he felt the mushroom shaped
head at his opening.  He reached underneath him and placed his hand over
his brother's.  He lowered himself another centimeter.  God, why won't it
go in?  He bounced a little, trying to force just the head inside him
hoping to ease the assault.  But he was so tense, his ass was clenched.
"It's too big," he said.
	"You gotta relax," Connor said.
	"I'm trying.  Help me.  What do I do?"
	Connor grabbed Ethan's small ball sack and gave it tight squeeze.
"OW!" Ethan yelled.  But the pain in his nuts distracted him enough that he
relaxed his sphincter and Connor's cock slid into him.  Not just the
head-the whole thing.
	"Oh god! Jesus fuck!  It hurts!"
	"Get off!" Connor said in a panic.  "Stop!"
	Ethan took several deep breaths.  "No.  Let me.  Just.  Get used to
it."
	Connor tried not to push against Ethan's ass.  It felt so good, so
tight, it took all his willpower not to start fucking him.  After a minute
Ethan made a tentative motion. "It's not so bad now."
	"Really?"
	"Yeah.  It still hurts but now it hurts good if that makes sense.
Go ahead."
	"You set the pace, buddy.  Ride me as slow as you need to."
	Ethan did as he was told, riding the thick cock up his ass.  Soon
the pain was gone, replaced with a fullness. Then he became aware of his
brother's cock hitting his prostate.  "Oh man.  Oh, fuck that feels
awesome."  He rode Connor faster, deeper.  As big as Connor's dick was,
Ethan wished it was bigger.
 	Now that the pace had been set Connor started fucking his brother,
as much as he could from his position.  Every time he pushed up, meeting
Ethan when he pushed down, Ethan groaned.  Connor reached up to his
brother's chest, tweaking one of his dime sized nipples.
	"Easy.  That's your thing, not mine."
	"Trust me.  Go with it.  You might like it.  If you don't, I'll
stop."  Ethan nodded.  A few days ago, he'd had to remind himself that they
were brothers, not lovers.  Now he realized he wasn't his lover; he was his
bitch.  He belonged to him body and soul and would do anything he asked.
	Connor went from tweaking the nipple to pinching it harder,
twisting it.  He managed to time it so the titty twist coincided with his
cock pushing Ethan's prostate.  "Harder," Ethan muttered.
	"Which?  The fucking or the tit?'
	"HARDER!"  Ethan leaned over until he wasn't riding his brother but
was laying on top of him, letting Connor do all the work.  Connor obliged,
pushing his hips in and out, fucking his brother with a passion he'd never
shown Audrey.  He pushed Ethan's shoulder, raising him off his chest.
	"Sorry.  Did I hurt your shoulder?"
	"Shut up."  Now that he had access to what he wanted Connor sucked
Ethan's tit into his mouth, nipping at it with each thrust.  With his
usable arm he continued to twist and pinch the other nipple.  Suddenly
Ethan gasped and without ever touching himself, came for the second time,
his cum landing on Connor's belly.
	Feeling his brother's goo on his belly pushed Connor over the edge.
He'd thought his Christmas Cum was the strongest of his life.  That was on
longer true.  He let go of Ethan's nipple and gripped him around the waist,
holding him against him, the cum sliding between their two stomachs as he
unloaded his seed up his brother's ass.
	"Goddam!" their father said from the doorway.  "Looks like it's
more than hero worship!"