Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2007 15:46:13 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Mirror in My Closet" Part One    by Jay Roberts    Gay Incest

==Mirror, mirror on my wall, who is the fairest of them all?  Definitely
not YOU if you a under 18 years of age.  This story that follows is made
for those over 18, and only those who like this particular type of story:
gay porn.  If you are part of the group that doesn't approve, or you are
under 18, bye, bye.


I am William, 16.  I am part of a family quartet.  It is not too different
from other families the way it plays out.  I look a lot like my Mom; same
curly blond hair, short stature, about 5'6", smooth, hairless body, except
underarms and pubes.  Aunts say I am very handsome, but Wayne, my best
friend says I am beautiful.  I am beginning to experiment with boy sex with
Wayne.  He is not too enthusiastic.  I would describe it as gay/lite, just
a bit of mutual wanking.  Wayne says thoughtfully, "It's just a stage,
we'll grow out of it and fuck girls."

"Sure," I say soothingly, as he begins to tense up, ready to cum, "But it
sure is fun right now."

Okay, you got it that we have a spit in the family, Mom and I on one side,
the girly ones, Jeff, my eighteen-year old brother and my Dad on the other
side.  My Dad and Jeff look remarkably alike.  They are both manly dudes,
hairy, muscular, tall, dark haired, fuzzy faced, deep voiced, spittin',
huntin', and smelly.  I loved them both and lusted after Jeff.  Wayne kind
of reluctantly admitted that Jeff was hot.

I wasn't too close to my Dad.  I think he didn't know what to make of me,
because my interests of bird watching, woodcarving and other crafts were
beyond his interest.  Jeff, however, knew exactly how to treat me, like a
baby sister.  I know he loved me.  I could tell by the way he looked
lovingly, if perplexed, at me and ruffled my hair playfully.  He always
called me Willy, and then he laugh at his back slappin' humor.  We both
knew what he was referring to.  I had a really long one and his was blunt
and fat.  He also probably wondered why I wore a diamond stud in my ear,
but you will hear more about that later.

I remember when Jeff was my age, sixteen, he came home one night drunk.  I
think my father was proud of him for passing a milestone.  I didn't like
the taste of beer, to Dad's disappointment.

Dad was also pleased that Jeff had many girl friends and occasionally would
sneak them into his room.  Mom disapproved, but Dad lived vicariously
through his randy son.  As for me, my mind would seethe, as I lay in my
bed, hearing their love sounds emanating from his room, my young cock
straining against the bedclothes.

Now the general life I described above would have probably have continued
except that Dad was promoted to a new job.  It was in the same town,
Wellesley, but the pay increase was tremendous.  "We are going to move.
This old house is falling apart and not worth spending the money to fix
up."

Consequently we moved across town to a large Victorian mansion.  Mom got a
housekeeper, Jeff got a Corvette.  I got nothing new, except I had a cool
room.  It was in the attic and it was triple the size of my old room.  Just
outside my room there was the rest of the attic that I could use for my
hobbies.

Jeff already found that he had a larger field of choices among girls.  The
skinny around school was that Jeff was a dog, but that very fact excited
the girls.

In my bedroom there was a big closet.  One day (and this is the watershed
event I hinted at) I discovered a panel in the rear of the closet.  Being
naturally nosey I found the release button.  Inside was a mirror.  But this
wasn't an ordinary mirror, it was a two-way mirror.  I could see into
Jeff's room, looking down.  The mirror went from floor to ceiling in his
room.  Now the configuration of the house made my attic room not a full
story higher than Jeff's; it was only a half story. Right now the room was
empty and the light was out, but still I could see his bed.  "Ho ho," I
said to myself, twirling my imaginary moustache.  I carefully replaced the
panel cover and hurried downstairs for dinner.

 There was my esteemed family, Mom unaccustomedly sitting at the table
while the maid served, Dad at the head, smiling slightly with self
satisfaction over the improvement in our status, and Jeff, zoned out, miles
away, thinking about tonight's date and wondering if he'd be lucky as
usual.  He was wearing a high school tee shirt, deliberately bought a size
too small so his big hard pecs would show.  Then there were his muscular
forearms, decorated with dark brown hairs, making me a little weak.

I was dying to blurt out my discovery of the mirror, but I held back.  This
was going to be my secret, except I will share it with Wayne.  I was hoping
that we could both watch Jeff at work with his date together.  That would
be excellently hot.

After school the next day I kidnapped Wayne, promising to show him
something amazing.  "What's that, you grew a second cock?"

When we were up in my room I pulled him into the closet.  "Hey Billy,
'being in the closet' doesn't mean you actually have to stay in a closet.
It's just an expression."

I ignored him and pointed to the panel.  "So what." He said.  I opened the
panel and drew him over to the mirror.  His expression was really something
to see.  I wish I had a camera.  He broke into a big grin, his eyes popping
open.  "He's there.  I can see Jeff's room.  He naked."

"Wha'?"  I exclaimed jockeying for position in front of the mirror.  Yeah,
it was true, Jeff was start naked, his fat dick stiff and his hand was
slowly stroking it.  His other hand held a magazine.  I could see it showed
women's breasts.  I studied Jeff's swirling chest hair.  He had more now
than I remembered from seeing him before.  His chest looked a lot like
Dad's.  He had great muscles and his stomach was flat and ridged with a
six-pack.  This boy might have been unkempt, but he sure was flagrantly
sexy.  The other thing was that I could hear Wayne's rasping breathing as
he watched.  Geez, this really was hot!

I knelt down.  I could still see into Jeff's room from this position.  I
pulled Wayne's elastic waisted shorts down exposing his briefs with the
characteristic yellow stain on the front that I was used to seeing.  Wayne
never said a word, he was so entranced.  Down came his tighty-whities and
out came his real neat-looking circumcised penis, the tip already flooded
with dew.  I watched Jeff tenderly stroke, his tongue hanging out of his
mouth, above me Wayne was beginning to move his hips in a fucking motion,
trying to get more stimulation out of my warm hand.  Suddenly I got a bold
idea.  This kind of moment may never reoccur.  I leaned forward and licked
his cock.  He moaned loudly.  I think Jeff, on the other side of the window
lifted his head, but then he relaxed and returned to his wanking, now more
vigorously.  I think he was getting close because he reached out for a
tissue from the box next to his bed and held it close to his cock head.
Meanwhile my boy Wayne was dropping spit on me from his drooling mouth but
I forgave him, I was enjoying the taste and feel of his pretty cock.  He
was emitting lots of sweet pre-cum and that acted like an aphrodisiac to me
and I sucked harder and faster.  Sudden two things happened.  The first was
that Jeff jackknifed and put the tissue close to his cock and we could see
his generous spooge rushing out and soaking the tissue.  Secondly, Wayne
uttered, "Oh shit, here it comes." And his cock began shooting great
quantities of his own brand of tasty cum into my hot mouth.  I drank it
all.

Through he window Jeff finished wiping himself.  He pulled his sheet over
to his neck and settled down for a post-wank nap.  On our side Wayne was
still trembling and I had to keep a hold on his legs so he wouldn't fall
down.  "Geez Billy.  Did you really swallow that?  You're a pig.  I can't
believe it."

"Tell you what, Wayne.  Since you hated it, I promise I won't do that
again."

"Don't be so hasty friend.  It was pretty good."

"Pretty good?  You almost blew your mind."

Well I checked out the closet mirror several times in the next few days.
The only memorable sights were Jeff scratching his fuzzy, hard muscular
ass.  Jeff lifting his balls and scratching, all nice moments, but not what
I wanted.  But then late the following night, it must have been two AM or
so, I heard a sound coming from Jeff's room, a half story below and
squeeking of his bed.  I rushed to the closet and opened the panel.  There
was Jeff, naked, in flagrante as they say, his ass sticking up and
thrusting, his cock buried in, a think Nancy's ass.  At least I think so,
only her blond hair was showing.  I could see Jeff's face and that was
really a turn on.  His eyes were closed tight, his mouth twisted into a
grimace.  I think I arrived just as THE MOMENT was occurring.  I could hear
his loud grunt and hoarse call, "I'm coming."  He fucked a few more times
than collapsed on his date's breasts.  Yeah, it was Nancy.  She reached for
a tissue and wiped her belly.  I think maybe Jeff's condom had leaked.

Whew, that was a good one.  I feel onto my bed and jerked off hard and
hotly, then fell asleep.  Later I heard Jeff's throaty sounding Corvette
pull out of the driveway.  He was taking her home.

Nothing happened again for a few days until Friday after school.  I saw
Jeff's door was shut.  I quickly checked out the panel.  There was dear
brother at it again.  This time he was jerking off by rubbing his dick on a
towel, his ass in the air, thrusting rapidly.  I could have sworn that Jeff
turned his head and looked right into my face and smirked.  I backed up.  I
could see that Jeff got up, grabbed and donned his short and left his room.
A moment later he tapped on my door.  I was fully dressed so I went and
opened the door to my room.  He stood there grinning.  "Bro did you get off
seeing me air fuck?"

Without thinking I answered and incriminated myself, "No I didn't get off
yet."

"So you were watching.  You got some way of looking into my room.  I caught
the gleam from your bling-bling earring."  He looked down at my crotch.
"You're still hard.  I guess you didn't do it.  Look at me, I'm bumping out
too."  He came into the room, closing the door.  "Look Willy, you are as
pretty, even prettier than any girl I ever took out, you got a great ass,
smooth pink skin and a hot face.  Besides, you're family.  How about
helping out your dear brother Jeff."

He came closer to me and put a strong upper arm around my shoulders.  His
underarm hair was exposed and the odor wafted to my nose.  My head was
spinning.  "How about lending a hand?"

His blunt, heavy shrouded cock was retracted and his cherry red head was
half out.  It was shiny with pre-cum and a faint cheese odor flowed up.  My
messy lovable older brother; neatness was not his priority, but that sloppy
naturalness was endearing.  I reached out a hand and grabbed his cock.  I
just held on.  "Move your hand," he ordered.  Right then I knew that if I
began to take orders from him for his pleasure, that I would become his
slave.  I had to finesse him somehow.

"Wait, Jeff.  Let me get undressed so we can do this properly."

I quickly slipped off my tee shirt and dropped my shorts onto my ankles.  I
kicked off my slides and stood there, my red bikinis contrasting with my
soft white skin.  "You look real nice Billy-boy," he said, his voice
slightly hoarse.  "Come here, give us a brotherly hug."

I came close and grabbed the back of his head before he could resist and
pressed my lips against his puffy lips.  He struggled a moment then out of
kissing habit relaxed and let me excite him.  Before long his long tongue
came out and entered my mouth.  I was hyperventilating around his lips.  We
both clung hard against each other and made out for what seemed a long
time.  When we separated we both looked at each other in amazement, we were
breathing audibly.  "Okay, enough kissy-kissy.  Get busy on my dick.
You've had enough practice with your fuck buddy Wayne."

"No way Jeff.  We watched some videos and each jerked off, but none of this
stuff.  Could you show me how to do it?"

He pushed out his breath in annoyance.  "There's nothing to it.  Here lie
on the bed and I'll show you.  Then you take over."

I lay down on the bed.  My long prick was standing up like a conning tower.
"Geez, you are really big," he said reverently.  "Now this is how you do
it."  He reached over and rubbed the head.  I moaned in appreciation.
"Nice huh.  That's what you'll do to me."  He then slid his big cupped hand
over my long shaft and moved it up and down slowly.  "Wow, there sure is a
lot of wood here.  Now the other thing you gotta do is to pay some
attention to my balls.  Now I got you beat in that department.  My balls
are twice the size of yours...real man's balls."  He reached down and
hefted up my balls and held them.  I noticed that he was clearing his
throat repeatedly before he could talk.  "Nice balls, your sack is soft and
warm."  He stroked my ball sack tenderly.  I let out a little grunt.  "You
like that huh?  Wait I got more tricks."  He began to make full strokes
from the base to the head, moving my foreskin up and then back over the
head.  I began humming in enjoyment.  "You are getting with it kid.  If you
want, you can go for your cum.  I know you young guys cum quick."

He continued to stroke me and although he could see that I was in orbit, he
was surprised that I hadn't spew.  He stopped and asked me what's holding
me back.  He told me he wanted me to get off so I could work on him.  "I
tell you why I can't get off.  I need your tongue."

"Are you kidding?  You want me to blow you.  Forget it babe."

"No, no Jeff.  I know you are too manly to do that.  I just want you to
make a quick lick and then I know I'll cum."

Jeff sighed with a pained expression on his face.  "Okay I'll do it, but if
you ever mention this to a soul, I'll break your face."

"Oh no Jeff.  It'll be our secret."

He sighed some more and hesitated then like the good sport he was he dove
down and swiped his wide tongue over the head of my cock, sweeping up some
tasty cock dew in the process.  I patted his head and rubbed his thick
hair.  "Good brother.  That feels fabulous.  Keep it up."

Now he licked around the shaft.  What a tongue, it wrapped around and
reached ever nock and cranny.  I was beginning to moan in pleasure and that
seemed to spur him on.  He began humming and moaning along with me.  I
stroked his back, reached under his chest and tweaked his sexy nipples.  He
moaned louder around my cock.  His moans were giving me chills and making
me struggle to make this wonderful act last.  Finally, I knew I couldn't
hold on.  I patted him on the back.  "Jeff, I can't stop.  I'm going to
cum.  You better pull off."

He spoke out of the side of his mouth.  "In for a penny."

My legs locked, I let out a long drawn moan and let my body leap into a big
cum.  I came and I came.  He slurped and slurped.  Finally it was over.  He
sat up and licked a few drops of cum on his upper lip.  "Tastes just like
mine.  Family spooge, I guess."

I grabbed him around his shoulders and kissed him again.  "Jeff I love
you...like a brother and more."

"Now no more girlie stuff.  Get busy, get me off and fast."

"Yes boss," I said and slid down in the bed.  As soon as my lips touched
his cock he began to mewl like a calf.  When I took his cock deep in my
mouth and allowed it to enter my throat, he began crooning uncontrollably.
I was playing him like an instrument.  He couldn't last long I knew,
especially after doing me.  I was right.  He shouted that he was cumming.
He shot and cried out with each pulsation.  He was flooding my mouth with
his sperm and I swallowed all.  Finally he was finished and his cock began
to wilt.  I looked at him.  The boy had almost passed out from his
prodigious cum.  I stroked him cheek.  "Hey Jeff, Earth calling."

He opened his eyes.  "Billy, that was too much."

"No never too much.  It's only the beginning.  Tomorrow I fuck you."

"Like hell, tomorrow I get your pink girlish ass Billy-boy."

"Maybe we'll toss a coin."


End


Part two with the very different brothers and Wayne who stops being so
reluctant.