Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2011 10:03:48 +0000
From: Jake Audio <jakeaudio@hotmail.com>
Subject: Greg my brother

This was thirteen years ago just for the record.

My name is Gill Beddel I had just gotten home from over seas. I was a
military worker, meaning I wasn't in the service but worked with the
troops. I had gotten injured from an enemy raid. I had been sent home from
my job permanently. I had a broken leg which had healed and now I was doing
therapy. I was also designated by a term they called combat stress. I was
marked as unworkable. I had taken insurance out for that; never knowing I
would need it. Plus the company now paid me a wage at half what I got
working. So now I made 50k and got 500k in the bank. Those first few months
I was so stressed that loud noises got me upset. Don't get me wrong I
wanted to work. But my mind was so confused that I would get stressed from
the strangest stuff as well as loud noises. It would still bother be for
years. Only calming activities would ease it or when I jerked off. I could
close out the world with pleasure of that kind.

Then when I got home to my parent's house, I found a letter address from a
lawyer. My parents had died two years ago. I was only 20 at the time, so I
had no one. No other family or anything. I opened the letter and there it
was a notice of will. Dear Mr. Gilligan Victor Beddel III; now you know why
I call myself Gill, just short and to the point.

I was to come to a courthouse two hundred miles away on the morning of June
the 2nd 1998 10AM to hear the reading of the will of Mr. Gilligan Victor
Beddel Jr. and wife. That was all it said. You see my dad had run off when
I was 8 and married some other woman. My mom had married another man and he
finished raising me. I hadn't even heard from my Dad. Now I was to hear his
will. O Brother...Well whatever....

I showed up best I could. I was still limping from my leg. But it got
better each week. I dressed as nice as I could and showed up and a lady
told me where to go. It was read by a judge in his chambers. My Dad had
been friends with the man. There was a lot of people around and one lady
had a young boy with her. I figured they were my stepmother's family or
something. Remember I hadn't heard from my Dad at all since I was 8 years
old.

"As to my son Gill he shall receive the bulk of my estate and the care of
Gregory if he is under age. He is to see to all of Gregory's needs and
such."

I was shocked who was Gregory.  The judge said a lot of other stuff, but it
was muttering to my ears. It wasn't till the judge handed me a sealed
envelope and said it was for my eyes only. Did I come back to the world
around me. He had me sign some papers and gave me some other papers and
stuff. Then the boy I had seen when I first came in was brought over to
me. The lady looked at me and smiled.
     "Gill this is your brother Greg. He's 9 years old and needs you."  The
boy lunged for me and hugged me hard. God...he looked just like me and my
Dad had. I didn't know what to do. I looked up at the lady and she gestured
that I should hug the boy back. I did not knowing what was going on. I had
a brother. O crap what was I going to do? I didn't know anything about
kids. I had always hated being a kid, even thou my parent (step dad
included in that) had treated me good. My step dad was the best dad to
me. I loved and missed them both. But the job over seas had hardened me to
connections. I has seen a lot of men an women killed or worse. I wanted no
one. Then I got injured and I didn't even have my job to give me purpose.

Anyway, I took the boy to my car and drove home. He had brought with him
some stuff and other things would be sent. What was I going to do. I didn't
know anything about kids. I had wanted a few myself someday I figured when
I was in my thirty's...but not like this. He started to talk a bit about
his old school. How they had sold the property of the house after the
fire. He told me he lost two brothers and his parents and wept for about 10
minutes. Then he put his head in my lap and cried a bit more and was soon
asleep. It was an hour and half till we arrived at the house and then I
shook Greg awake.
     "Are we home yet?"
    "Yes...Greg. This is your home so just ask if you want something or
want to talk or need anything."  He smiled and just looked at me. "Thanks"
he said and started to cry again. I carried him inside and sat him on the
couch. I started to walk away and grabbed my arm. I told him I would be
right back.

I went to the bathroom and returned right away. He looked at me.
   "My Dad was suppose to be the one to tell me about sex. My mom was
suppose to help me know the right kind of woman to marry. Now..." He just
stopped talking I didn't know if he would start to cry.
   "Greg, I will help you with all that the best I can."
   "Thanks."  I looked at him and said lets order pizza and watch a
movie. Then it went into going for pizza and then we went the movie theater
to see a film. We saw "Armageddon". It was rated PG 13 but I was willing to
take a chance. He got a little scared at some parts and he hugged at those
times. But he was a tough little man for 9. We got home both pumped from
the ending where the earth was saved. He got home and he sat down on the
couch. I sat next to him.
    "That movie is sort of like my life."
    "How so Greg?"
    "Well, a lot of people died. But many didn't. My parents and brother
died, and I lived."  He started to cry. "I should be dead not them. It's
all my fault."
    "What do you mean?"
    "I was in the garage and was trying a cigarette with a friend. I
started the fire and the house went up around 10pm. My friend was staying
over and he had brought some cigs and I decided to try one. We heard a
noise and dropped the cigarette. I picked it up but not before it started
to burn some newspapers my dad had in the garage for recycling."  He was
now crying and sobbing.  "It's...all...my...fault.." Then he just burst
into angush in his cries."

He didn't stop till he was over tired and couldn't cry. He just sobbed as I
held him. I didn't know what to say. He finally went to sleep and I got a
blanket to cover him up. All I took off of him was his shoes.

Wow, what a burden to carry around. I hoped in the morning he would be OK.

I went to bed in my room and was asleep right away. I woke up in the middle
of the night from Greg nudging me. "Can I get in bed with you tonight?" I
think he was in his underwear I wasn't sure and didn't care.

I moved over an pulled the covers up and he got in. He went right to sleep
and so did I shortly after. In the morning I slipped out of bed and went to
the bathroom and took a shower. Greg hadn't move a bit when I came out in
my towel. I was putting on my underwear when he woke up.
   "Man you sure have big balls" Then he blushed and looked down.
   "You're right I do."  That was true. I had showered with the troops and
most guys ball I had seen where small compared to my, had been since I was
about sixteen.
   "I shouldn't say that."
   "No you go right on speaking your mind. Whatever you want."
   "Really?"
   "Really!"  He smiled at me and then announced that he had to pee real
bad and bolted for the bathroom. I finished dressing in a pair of short
over my underwear and went downstairs shirtless to fix breakfast. He had
looked almost comical in his skives running past me.

As I was finishing up the large omelet for us both Greg came downstairs
still clad in his skives. I notice a pee make on his brief and looked
away. He must have removed his pant in the middle of the night or
something. I had seen them on the couch as I passed the living room. He
looked so cute in his skives and undershirt. It was an A-shirt, meaning it
looked like a tank top but it was an undershirt. Some people call them wife
beaters. But I never liked the term.

   "Hey Greg are you hungry yet. There enough here for us both."  I could
see on his face that he was thinking and just nodded at me.  I told him to
get forks out of the civil-ware drawer and told him which one it was. I put
the food on two plates and placed it on the table. I then got some salsa to
put on the eggs. I like a bit of spice. It was very mild kind.

  "Should we pray?" I asked looking at Greg.
  "No! I asked God to save my family and he didn't. There's no God!"

Wow, what a strong statement. I didn't know about such things. I had been
to church as a kid, but too many people said one thing but did another at
those places. Well, needless to say we just ate.
  "Did you really mean what you said," asked Greg between bites.
  "About you can say whatever you want or are thinking?" He nodded his
head.  "Absolutely. Speak or ask whatever you want."

  "So...How come you're ball are so big. My Dad's...I mean Dad's were the
same size. I saw him a few times naked."
  "I guess it's just our family. Yours will no doubt be the same size."
  "Really, Cool. I want to be just like Dad and you!"
  "I've seen other guys balls when I was in high school in the shower and
then when I worked with military guys. Yes my balls and Dad's are big."

I wasn't sure but I thought he might be getting an erection in his white
briefs. He looked uncomfortable.
  "If I say something you won't laugh at me or make fun."
  "No sir."  I could see him thinking again. Could I be trusted and this
would be the test I suspected.
  "Um talking about guys ball has given me a stiffy."
  "You mean your penis is hard?"
  "Yeah," and he blushed.
  "That's normal at times."
  "Really," He stood up and pulled his brief down showing me it. "See it
gets real hard when I have to pee in the morning or I think certain
things."

It looked just like mine, nicely cut. I could tell but it look about three
inches at least. Mine was like 8 inches. The only girl I had banged had
said at 16 that I was to big and made me stop. But even at 16 I was 8
inches. She was a small girl. It had felt good. But after that I was afraid
other girls would tell me the same thing. So I avoided sex with girls, and
somehow my right hand was enough. But something in me stirred and My dick
was getting hard just staring at Greg's erection.

He looked at me and smile.
   "Your penis is hard too."
   "Yes it is." I didn't know if I blushed or not. He reached for it and
felt it. I jumped out of shock as what felt like electricity went through
my whole body. I even huffed a breath out.
   "I'm sorry Gill. I shouldn't have..."
   "No no. Don't worry about it. It felt...." I don't know how to put
it. Here was a 9 year old boy. I had felt something sexual. How could I
explain it to him. Then he surprised me with his words.
   "Good.  You liked me touching you?"  I felt panic. I couldn't admit that
to him, could I. I thought about how he must be testing me again. I had to
be honest with him.
   "Yes, I did I shouldn't but it did feel good."

I just sat there. He reached for me again and grabbed on tight. I started
to huff my breath a lot. He stroked it through my shorts. I managed to get
out the words.  "Greg...please...stop...it's...." That was it I shot a load
right through my underwear and shorts and some on his hand. I wanted to
die.
   "Wow, that was great. That never happen with my older brother." He put
his hand to his face. I didn't see him lick his hand.

I didn't know what to say. I had looked down and my head snapped up to meet
Greg's eyes when he spoke.
   "We fooled around a few times and even put our penises in others
mouths. But we never had any sperm come out." Then he began to lick his
hand clean.
   "Interesting taste. I think I like it. Yeah I do. Strange a guys sperm I
would like. Let alone my own brothers.


I tried not to miss a beat in the conversation.
  "So didn't you guys have orgasms?"
  "I don't think so. What are they."
  "You know how I was in a lot of pleasure from you touching my penis?"
  "Yeah."
  "Well it felt so good that my body released a flow of chemicals that gave
me a lot of pleasure and I shot out my sperm."

I could see the wheels in his head turning once again.
  "So you had an orgasm and you could have made a baby with your sperm with
a woman."
  "Yeah. How much do you know."
  "Not enough I guess. Can you teach me all about it?"
  "Of course. I'll tell you what I know."

That led to so many questions. I told Greg to follow me upstairs. We went
to my room and I took off my shorts and underwear to change them. He came
up behind me and rubbed my bare butt. I breathed in sharply. "That felt
good?"  Yes I told him. he did it some more. I was hard again. He grabbed
my arm and turned me around. He smiled and saw my erection. Then he dropped
to his knees and took my meat into his mouth. I was going
nuts. "Greg...Stop...please..."

He didn't listen to me. He just worked his mouth on the end of my knob. He
had about 3 inches in his mouth and I was lost to the world. He cupped my
balls and stopped sucking. I stood there not knowing what to do. He then
put one of my balls into his mouth and the pleasure began again. Then he
did the other. Again I was lost in the feeling. He was good for a know
nothing boy.

I couldn't clear the pleasure fog out of my mind. I just stood there
enjoying the feelings I was having. He went back to my knob and worked at
least 4 inches in to his sweet mouth. I just leaned against my
dresser. Huffing and puffing out my breath. I didn't dare move or I knew
would want to thrust into him. I didn't want to hurt him. I just stood them
and placed my hands on the top of the dresser behind me to keep myself from
falling over. He cupped my balls and continued his sucking and I felt my
balls pull up. "Here it comes." I said.

I closed my eyes and tried to be far away in the pleasure. "AAAAHHH." I
said and shot like 7 or more shots. Greg took it all. I had to push him
away as it started to feel to weird. I stumbled over to the bed and laid
down naked.

I just looked up and guilt flooded into my mind. "What have I done." I
muttered.
  "You gave me a gift brother." Said Greg. "I've wanted to touch Dad balls
for about 6 months. Both Grove and I did. He was ten...But yours are the
same as Dads."

He got on the bed and began to lick my balls. I just sucked in air as he
did it. I was still in too much shock to move. And soon I didn't care. It
felt so good, right after unloading my balls...I loved rubbing them myself
after cumming I thought. But this was now better. I was going to jail I
figured but right now I felt satisfied from the great orgasm and as the
pleasure on my balls continued.  Being 20 years old was great. Soon my
erection returned and Greg grabbed my penis again. He went to town. He had
licked my balls for like 5 minutes and now he was sucking my penis again. I
knew it would take longer, but not much longer. It ended quickly with me
grabbing Greg's head. He started to gag and then I shot my third load of
the day. He took it like a man.

"Wow, I guess you liked my sucking. Grove always did too. But then he never
shot a load. We didn't suck that long. We didn't know what to do. But now I
do. Can you suck mine."

I laid there wondering about what my brother had just said. I was tired and
confused.


Sorry to leave it there.

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Jake Audio
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