Date: Mon, 4 Mar 2019 14:31:06 -0500 From: Wilde Wilde Subject: Crashing With My Brother (Incest) CRASHING WITH MY BROTHER This is a work of fiction. No resemblance to any person, living or dead, is intended. Copyright reserved by author, 2019 _____________________ CHAPTER 1: NEW BOY IN TOWN _____________________ RYAN: Just after first semester exams during my freshman year at college, I got some really good news that I'd been hoping for but not counting on. That same minute I texted my older brother, Conor: "guess what? just got the internship in nyc!!! Think I could crash with u for the summer?" To which Conor replied: "fantastic! Love to have u if u don't mind sleeping on my couch. Also, I should warn u that there might b lots of guys coming in n out at odd hours ur gonna have to get used to." So I replied: "all cool. after a semester of dorm life, nothing seems weird anymore." Just after Thanksgiving, my friend Jon told me that he was going to intern for the summer at the New York City marketing firm where his father works. He offered to see if he could snag an internship for me, too, if I was interested. I told him that I would love to do that, and a few weeks and a couple of phone interviews later I got the fantastic news that they had an internship for me too. The internship didn't pay enough to allow me to live on my own without asking my parents to help foot the cost, but Conor has been living in New York since he graduated four years years ago and had just moved into his first apartment with no roommates. We're pretty close, so I thought that maybe he'd be willing to let me crash with him for the summer. Besides, even if I had the money for my own place, Jon would be living at home and I'd rather bunk with Conor than a couple of strangers. I'm 19 and Conor is six years older than me. The other big difference between us of course, is that he's gay, which I'm not. Since I got to high school, we've often talked about dating and sex. He'd give me advice about girls (he'd been "straight" in high school) and tell me about his hookups with guys. It sounded like he's been fucking around a lot now that he's living on his own and surrounded by gay men, and I mean A LOT. So his warning about guys in the apartment at odd hours didn't come as much of a surprise. And like I said, after a semester of dorm life that didn't sound too weird to me anyway. I had a great time in high school. I was tall, worked out, played basketball, ran track, and, if I can say this without sounding like a total asshole, I was something of a girl magnet. Conor knew some of the girls I fucked, or at least their older brothers or sisters, so now and then I'd share some of the juicy details with him, which got him to tell me just how big a slut he'd become. I kind of envied him. No strings sex whenever you want it sounds so much easier to arrange if you're into other guys who are as slutty as you are. Conor seemed to be taking full advantage of that and I have to admit I was a little jealous. I'll also confess that hearing him describe some of his hookups was kinda hot. As for me, I was getting laid pretty regularly during freshman year, just nothing like he was. On the nights when it wasn't happening for me, I'd rub one out just to go to sleep, as I also did once or twice during the day most of the time. I think it runs in the family. Conor's told me that even with as much sex as he's getting, he still jerks off a lot. As much as Conor and I were alike as horndogs who either had to get laid or jerk off several times a day, we're very different in appearance. I'm six feet tall, on the thin side, blue eyed, and my hair is a dirty blond color. Now that I'm in college and don't have track and basketball to keep me in shape, I run and workout a lot so that I'm pretty nicely muscled now. I have some hair on my chest, like my dad's side of the family, but not much. Not least, I've got a pretty decent sized cut dick. Conor took after our mom's side of the family so that if you saw us together you might not guess that we're brothers. He's a couple of inches taller than I am, also on the thin side, brown eyes, and dark hair. Unlike me, he has a lot of hair on his chest and stomach. I'm not surprised that he gets so much ass. Honestly, I think he's pretty hot. Both of us are willing to try almost anything once and we like to have a good time. I sometimes got in trouble with mom and dad when my ideas of a good time didn't agree with theirs, but nothing worse than that ever happened. Unlike some older brothers of my friends, Conor always treated me well. Even when I was pretty small, he'd spend time with me and take me places. I looked up to him and wanted to be like him. He was -- is -- a good swimmer, tennis player, and skier who did well on our high school swimming team. He was always popular with the other kids in school and got good grades, so of course, I had to keep my grades up too or I'd have to hear about how smart he was from teachers who'd had him in their classes. I was 13 when he came out during his sophomore year at college, and it didn't change anything between us. It took guts for him to accept who he really is and ask the rest of the family to accept that part of him too, and that just increased my admiration for him. I also noticed that he became much more open with us about a lot of things after that, and that brought the two of us even closer than we'd been before. When I got to high school and started discussing my first clumsy attempts to get girls and his sexual adventures with guys, gay sex was still a deep mystery to me -- though straight sex wasn't much clearer sometimes -- and I ate up the juicy details of Conor's hookups. He didn't tell me too much at first, but as I got older and more experienced myself, he held back less and less. We talked even more about sex when I'd see him at home or on the camping and ski trips we took together. We also started to be a lot more free and open about our bodies, being naked around each other more often than was strictly necessary and not troubling to hide our morning wood. Bit by bit, we became best buddies as well as brothers. That's why, when Conor said I'd be welcome to crash with him for the summer, I felt that I'd really lucked out. An internship in New York, and a lot of time with just my brother and no parents. It doesn't get better than that. Our family lives upstate, near Albany, so of course I'd been to New York a number of times for short visits. Conor's been living there for four years and even though he always had roommates until recently, he'd figure out a way for me to crash with him or with a friend of his when I came to town. But this time was going to be my first experience of living and working in the city and I couldn't wait. As soon as my last exam of spring semester was over I headed home to spend a few days with mom and dad before packing up my stuff and hopping a train to New York. I've always liked the train ride down the banks of the Hudson River, especially where it winds through some low mountains, but this time I couldn't pay attention to the view outside the window. I was too busy thinking about what my internship would be like, the people I might meet, and all the things I wanted to do there. I got to New York by early afternoon and Conor was waiting at Penn Station to meet me with a big grin and a long hug. Since he lives a short distance away in Hell's Kitchen, and since there were two of us to carry my stuff, we took the subway one stop and walked the last few blocks to his new place. I was seriously impressed. My big brother now had a fifteenth floor one bedroom apartment all to himself. No more roommates! That's when I really knew that he must be doing okay now. What impressed me even more was that he'd cleared some shelf and closet space for me so I wouldn't have to live out of my duffel bag, gym bag, and backpack all summer. That's when I really knew just how much he loves me. The closet space in New York apartments is pretty tight along with everything else, so it's got to be love if someone is willing to share any of it with you. The view was mostly of the building across the street, but when Conor told me that the guys in an apartment directly across from ours sometimes put on a sex show in their living room, I began to see why he didn't mind that view a bit. Also, if you looked down the street to the right, you could watch the sunset over New Jersey across the river. After we'd spent some time catching up with each other, and since it was still only mid-afternoon, Conor asked if I'd like to head over to his gym where I could buy a short term membership and we could get in a workout before drinks and dinner. "Good idea," I said. "I've been sitting around mom and dad's house for three days and had a week of finals before that. I could really use a hard workout. Let me get the extra stuff out of my gym bag and I'll be ready in a minute." We finished catching up on each other's news as we walked the few blocks to the gym, Conor bought me a membership as a really nice welcome gift, and we headed for the locker room where we found lockers right next to each other. As we were changing, I began to notice that a lot of the other guys in that locker room were wearing more revealing workout clothes than I'd been used to seeing, like tank tops, tight tees, and close-fitting shorts. One of those guys was my brother, who pulled on a low-cut tank top and small running shorts. A lot of the guys in that locker room also had on skimpy, colorful briefs, which I was used to seeing on some of the guys at college, but not as many as here. Knowing Conor as well as I do, and this being a heavily gay neighborhood, I wasn't exactly surprised by any of this. Pretty soon we were goading each other into a workout that was probably harder than either of us would have done alone, especially since we had each other for the occasional spot. By the end of it we were wiped. As we headed back to our lockers, Conor said: "I usually hang out for a while in the a sauna after a workout. You up for it?" "Sure!" I replied. As drained as I was, he wasn't going to have to ask me twice. We hit the lockers, got out of our sweaty clothes, wrapped some towels around ourselves and headed into the heat. At first I just collapsed on that bench and sat with my head in my hands and my eyes closed. After a few minutes I had revived enough to sit up straight, open my eyes and look around me. That's when I noticed two guys around Conor's age at the other end of the sauna rubbing their dicks through their towels as they watched each other. They were sitting crosswise to us so it wasn't hard to see what they were up to. "Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" I whispered to Conor "Looks like," he whispered back. "Does that happen a lot here?" "Not all the time, but often enough. Are you okay or do you want to leave?" "Nah, I'm okay. I came here to have new experiences and now I am. Besides, you're probably getting off watching them and I don't want to be the uptight straight little brother who spoils your fun," I teased. "Knock yourself out!" Conor made a face at me but didn't say anything. Meanwhile, the other guys had noticed us looking at them and whispering, but not getting up and leaving, so they figured we had no problem with what they were up to. That only made them bolder. For a little while they played with their dicks under their towels, but soon they bared their hard-ons completely as they jerked each other off and teased each other's nips. I tried not to seem too interested, but I couldn't help glancing over at them as much as I dared while they did the same to us without any inhibition at all. I was sitting between Conor and the other guys so he must have noticed what I was doing. "Looks like you're making new friends already," he whispered. "Fuck off!" I hissed back. Now I was really getting horned up, my dick was standing at attention and leaking precum, but I didn't dare touch it. I glanced over at Conor. He was in the same state I was and trying to jerk off discreetly, if that's possible, through his towel. I knew that if I hadn't been here he'd probably have joined the other two long before now. A few minutes later one of the other guys started working his buddy's cock harder and faster. The second guy's breathing became more intense, he squirmed, his eyes grew narrow and his face tightened up. Then he looked me right in the eye as he blew a big load all over himself. The first guy then grabbed his own cock and worked it just as hard, staring straight at Conor and me until he blew his own load. After waiting a bit to catch their breath, they cleaned themselves up with their towels and got up to leave, but not without smiling and saying goodbye to us as they passed. To which Conor retorted, "Have you ever thought of putting out a tip jar when you put on a show like that?" They laughed and so did I. Now that we were alone, Conor turned to me and asked, "If I were looking at your dick now, would I see it rock hard and oozing precum?" "You would." "Me too. Wanna rub one out right now?" "Here?" "Yeah! No risk, no fun." I'd jerked off with one of my friends for a few years till we were 15 and he didn't want to do it anymore, so it's not like another guy had never seen me with my cock in my hand. Besides, this was Conor, and he already knew how much I jerked off. After a short pause, I answered him. "If you'd told me this morning what I'd be seeing and doing before the afternoon was over, I'd have said you were a fucking pervert who should be arrested, but now . . . why the fuck not?" Conor kept an eye on the window in the sauna door as we loosened our towels and got to work. Though we'd seen each others hard-ons many times, we'd never jerked off together. Now that we were, I gotta say I felt a little weird at first seeing my brother stroke his cock, watching the piss slit flare open and closed, and his balls tighten up, as well as seeing him glance over at my cock as my hand pumped up and down on it. Pretty soon, though, I got so wrapped up in what I was feeling that I stopped thinking about that or anything else. We were both so horned up that we didn't last long. Within a few minutes I blew a big load onto my stomach and chest. After taking a few seconds to catch my breath, I decided to teach Conor a lesson about being careful what you start. I wiped up as much of my cum as I could with my hand and smeared it all over his face. That's when I began to find out just how pervy Conor is these days. I'd never thought to taste my own cum before, but he scooped up as much of it as he could and licked his cummy fingers clean one by one. A few seconds later he raised himself up, turned toward me, and pumped a load all over my dick, pubes, and stomach. Without hesitating this time, I scooped up as much as I could with my fingers, brought them to his mouth and told him to lick them clean too. Which of course he did. Just as we were wiping the mess up with our towels, an older guy with big muscles walked in, observed what we were doing and our stiff slimy cocks, and gave us a slutty grin. I looked him right in the eye and grinned back as we headed out to the showers. Walking out of that sauna, I was surprised that I felt fine about what had just gone down and not like this must mean that I'm gay or bi, or that I shouldn't have done it, or any shit like that, because I'd only done it with my brother, not one of my buddies or some random hookup. Conor and I are so close that it didn't seem all that weird that we'd finally gotten around to jerking off together. As we headed back to our lockers for fresh towels, Conor turned to me and asked, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, don't worry about me, I'm good. This has been one fucking crazy afternoon, but I'm good. I'm also beginning to suspect that this is going to be an even weirder summer than I'd hoped it would be." CONOR: I've been living in New York and working for a cable news network for the past four years, ever since I graduated from the same New England college that Ryan's at. When Ryan asked if he could crash with me for the summer I thought that was a great idea. He's always been a good kid and we got along fine, but as he got older and the six year difference in our ages stopped mattering so much, we grew a lot closer even though I was already out of the house most of the time. We made up for the separation by taking skiing and camping trips together whenever we could, and talking on the phone a lot. I came out during my sophomore year of college. We're a really close family, so while my parents were surprised by my announcement, they didn't make a scene and pretty soon it was a non-issue for them. Ryan was 13 at the time and he was totally chill about the whole thing from the get-go. I'd known I liked boys since I was around 12, but growing up I thought that I was almost the only kid like that in town, so I'd better shut up about it. All through high school I kept my head down, shied away from team sports for fear of unintentionally outing myself and focused my love of sports on swimming, tennis and skiing, which I'm pretty good at. I made out with girls now and then, and got hand jobs and a few blow jobs from some of them, just to keep up appearances. I had to wait until I got to college to meet lots of other gay guys and feel safe enough to come out. When I finally did, though, I made up for lost time fast. "Slut" about sums it up. Coming out was just what I needed. I felt like a heavy weight had been taken off me and I became more open with everyone and less shut down and defensive. I made friends easily. That freedom to be myself was a big factor in Ryan and me becoming best buds and not just brothers. By the time he got to high school, Ryan was too hot for his own good and it made him a little cocky sometimes. I think all he had to do was stand still and let girls come to him. He'd always looked up to me and so, even though I'm gay, he started asking me all kinds of questions about girls and sex or else just tell me about them. Soon I was hearing all about his randy adventures and that made me much more open with him about the sordid details of my own. He really wanted to know what I was getting up to with guys sometimes and I think he may have been more curious about what doing another guy was like than he wanted to let on. I don't think he was aware of how he sounded when he'd start pressing me for some the details, and I'm sure he'd have been surprised and defensive if I had told him what I was thinking. The other thing about Ryan is that while he's usually solid and dependable, he's got a wild streak in him that sometimes gets him in trouble. Nothing serious and he never got arrested, but now and then mom and dad would ground him for drinking or smoking weed or something like that. Dad's an assistant attorney general with the State of New York and he doesn't look kindly on any sort of lawbreaking by his children or anybody else. You can see why I was really looking forward to having Ryan around for the summer even if we were going to be a little crowded in my new place. The Saturday afternoon Ryan got into town, I suggested that we could both use a workout. We grabbed our gear and walked over to my gym where I sprang for a short-term membership for him. Five minutes later we were pushing each other into doing a pretty hard workout and I was really looking forward to collapsing in the sauna by the time it was over. I should have known better than to take Ryan into that sauna since it's in a heavily gay gym and guys get it on there fairly often, but I was so wiped out by then that I wasn't thinking. Sure enough, when we walked in and sat down two guys were already playing with their dicks. Ryan sat with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees at first, so he didn't see anything for a couple of minutes. I didn't know what to do and was close to panicking. I couldn't tell my brother that it was time to go already without explaining why, but I was afraid he'd freak out if I did. While I continued to sit there paralyzed into silence, Ryan slowly straightened up, looked around, and saw the show that had been going on a few feet away. He turned and whispered something to me about it, but I was amazed at just how cool he was about the whole thing. Soon I was even more surprised by how interested he was in those guys. He kept sneaking glances their way hoping I wouldn't notice, but even dead people would have known what he was up to. When he started doing that, I relaxed and enjoyed the show myself. Even though I'd already asked him as we headed for our lockers if he was okay with what had happened, and he'd reassured me that he was, I brought it up again on our walk home. "Some guys would be pretty freaked by what happened in that sauna. Were you really being honest with me when you said that you're okay? You don't need to protect me. I can handle it if you're not." He thought for a long moment and said, "It's not something I'd ever have gone looking for, but you don't have to be gay to get turned on watching some guy rub out a load. I don't know if I ever told you that I used to jerk off with Rick for a few years until we were 15 and he wanted to stop. So it's not like I've never seen or done anything like that before. "Besides," he continued, "I was with you, not somebody I'd met 5 minutes before. We've been naked and hard around each other so many times, even though we never jerked off before, that it didn't really feel like I was crossing some kind of boundary when you asked me if I wanted to take care of my aching dick with you. Messing around like that with my brother doesn't mean I have to start wondering if I'm gay or bi. Also, after a week of finals with no sex and then three days at home, I was so horned up before we went to the gym that it didn't take much to get my attention. Really, Conor, it's totally cool. . . . but thanks for asking." As we walked through my front door I got a text from my best friend, Jamie, asking if I wanted to join a few of the guys for brunch Sunday afternoon. I texted back that my brother was staying with me for the summer. and I didn't want to leave him alone on his first full day in New York "Bring him along," Jamie replied. My friends have all heard me talk about Ryan and they know he's straight, so I didn't see a need to remind Jamie of that. "Hey," I said, "wanna go to brunch with some of my friends tomorrow?" "Sure. Especially since it's not like I've got other plans." "We'll be there," I texted back. "So who are these guys?" Ryan asked. "Besides us, there'll be Michael and Alex. They're a couple. I knew Alex in college where he was the president of our gay outing club before he graduated after my sophomore year. Alex was a big help while I was trying to get up the nerve to finally come out. We're all good friends, and the three of us also mess around sometimes. Alex works for a sports management company, so that might give you something to ask him about if you want to. "Jamie, who sent the text just now, is coming too. He's a friend from college who works as a criminal defense lawyer for Legal Aid. We became best friends after we both moved here. He's also my most frequent fuck buddy. Jamie's whip smart, really sweet, and everybody keeps telling me that we should be a couple. I think he thinks that too, but for now, anyway, I like my life the way it is. You'll like him. Really, I think you'll like all of them." "Sounds like fun," I said, as we got ready to head out for drinks and then dinner. (I'm underage, but a well made fake ID solves that problem every time.) Between what I already knew about my brother and what I'd just seen at the gym, I began to imagine all kinds of things about Jamie, especially, and the rest of his friends. ________________________________ AUTHOR'S NOTES: Please join me in supporting Nifty in recognition of the unique role they play in bringing readers and writers together. Even a small donation helps. To contribute, go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate _________________________________ I welcome readers' comments, for better or for worse. Please send them to WildeWilde115@gmail.com . I very much want to acknowledge the help of two friends in particular: -- Nifty contributor Phoenix, who strongly encouraged me to write this story (Thank you!), has some well-told stories of his own on Nifty. If you're looking for more sexy reading, try some of his: "My Boyfriend and My Two Dads," (Incest), Model Dad," (Incest) and "Room 141" (College). -- Nifty contributor Lexnifty, who also inspired me (a big thank you! to you too )to write, also knows how to tell a story well. Check out his "My Little Brother the Slut" (Incest) for more hot writing. Have fun! Wilde