Date: Tue, 14 Jan 2003 18:02:26 -0600 From: Matthew Wellesley Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Post Script 2 MY BROTHER LOVES ME A story by Matt Wellesley POST SCRIPT 2 - (Chapter Eight) WARNING: While I don't think it's pornographic, this story can be offensive to some people. If you don't like hearing or reading about gay love, sex, or incest--or if it's not legal for you to read sexually explicit material--don't read this story. The story is factual, and is about me and my brother. _________ I'll ANSWER all email. I hope more people email me. MattWxyz@hotmail.com _________ THE POST SCRIPTS Basically, Chapter Six ended our story, the way I wanted to present it. In keeping it short, I left things out. To fill in the gaps, from time to time, I'm including some of my afterthoughts, things that are happening now, or miscellaneous scenes that were left out. If there's an area of interest that you'd like to hear about, let me know, so I can consider adding that to the next P.S. A few personal things I won't write about, but no harm asking. _________ THIS P.S. DEALS WITH A SPECIAL DISCOVERY. _________ POST SCRIPT 2 - A Discovery, More Growth, and a Plan I think I memorized the pages of the magazines, that day, as we lounged around Ken's place. Those pages filled my head with new ideas. One of them really appealed to me, and I was determined to try it and surprise Damon with it. We went skinny-dipping in a pond on Ken's land, and had fun playing and splashing each other--and me riding Damon's shoulders again. In deeper water, I was able to carry him that way, but after a few seconds, he came tumbling down into the water as I lost my balance. "Tryin' to dunk me, huh? That's not a good thing to do to a big brother," Damon said with an evil grin. "Could get a guy in a lot of trouble." "No, Damon, no," I said, watching his hands like a hawk. "Don't worry, squirt, I won't tickle you. You won't get off, that easy." "Easy?" "Yeah. You just wait." "Ok," I said, grinning. "How long to I have to wait?" "Float," he said. I floated on my back, and Damon pulled me to more shallow water. I was a little nervous, but I got hard, anyway. Damon knelt and waited, looking up at my boner. "Someone's happy," he said. "Um, yeah," I said, grinning. "Well?" "Well, what, Damon?" "On your stomach, bonehead." I floated on my stomach, waiting nervously to see what he would do. All kinds of thoughts ran through my head, and each one of them made me get harder. Damon splashed water on my butt. "Ok, I'm ready." "You look like you're ready. But, ready for what?" Damon said, rubbing my butt and making my bone twitch. It didn't matter what he did, he was going to do it to ME. "You gonna spank me?" "Maybe. Why? You want me to?" "Sort of." "Well, that wouldn't be punishment, would it?" "No--I don't know. In a way it--" "You know, Matt. I'll have to think of something else," he said, suddenly stroking my boner. "Oh, yeah." His hand was going extra slow. Then he stopped. "You get hot so quick, squirt. Maybe this will be your punishment. I'll keep doing this, bit by bit, and make you wait till tomorrow." I was quiet a long time. "But I didn't dunk you on purpose." "Come here, Matt," he said, lifting me and holding me in his arms. "I know you didn't." His kiss told me what I needed to know. We ended up kneeling, facing each other, arms wrapped tightly. His big hardon poked into me, and mine just stuck out, free in the water. Damon held it loosely against his. We looked at each other. It looked like Damon was melting, inside. I know I was. "Hey, Bud," Damon said sheepishly. But it was my turn. "Sssh," I said, putting a finger to my lips, pulling on Damon's arm, so we could get back to the house. I never felt so good in my life. It was hot in Ken's house, and it felt good to be naked --even better to be able to see Damon naked. I was till tired from the all-nighter we'd just pulled, and more tired since we'd gone swimming. I was half drowsy, and my mind eventually drifted to home, and what I'd be doing if we were there, but my eyes stayed on my brother. "Damon--my clothes are out there--some of 'em are wet. There's some food, too." I had forgotten about all that, until now. I knew from camping what happens to wet clothes if they sit too long. I had dumped them in Damon's back seat. "No sweat, Bud, bring it all in," Damon said, peering over the edge of the thickest sex magazine. "We can do wash, here." "You sure?" I said, standing up and stretching. "Yeah, I'm sure," Damon said, rolling up the magazine and swinging it, hard, at my butt." "WHAP!" "Ow! That hurt!" "I hope so. Go bring in your clothes," he said, grinning ear to ear. "I wanna go home." "Easy, Matt, I know you do. We'll get there soon. We have everything we need, here. Ken told me, we could use any of his stuff, clothes and all. I know where it all is. Just relax." In my head, I kept replaying my last words, 'I wanna go home,' and I suddenly sounded like a baby to myself. It was like a revelation. I blushed hard. "Sorry, Da--" "Now, you're the one that's red, Matt. You ok?" "Oh, yeah, um.... Sorry, I'm being a butthead." Damon gave me such a strange look of surprise, I was shocked. His face looked like it was saying, 'Thank God you're finally hearing yourself,' but with a little pride mixed in. I must have looked defeated. Damon stood and put his hand under my chin, tipping my head up, a little. "I love this butthead, remember?" Damon said, lifting my spirits. I just grinned from ear to ear. My eyes locked on his, and I was drawn to him, like a magnet. I got down to my knees and Damon slipped gracefully to the couch, and sat. He soon had me over his lap again, rubbing my butt, like he had that night at camp. He hit my naked butt with the rolled-up magazine, not hard. I knew this wasn't a spanking, even though it stung, some. The only thing that got hard was me. "Damon, why does it feel sexy when you--" "Sssh. Because you're my lover, now." Damon had put a word to it, and my heart pounded. He didn't lick, this time--his hand ran so gently over my butt, it excited me even more. His fingers dug into my back, and slid up to my shoulders and back down again. "Mmm." "You don't know how much I love you, Matt. You don't know." I thought I knew, but I wasn't going to argue. I just sighed softly, letting him know this was a good feeling--his words and his hands. His mouth was close enough to my back that it vibrated me, like I loved. For me, that was like Damon being inside my body. After a while, he just stopped. "Mmm. That felt so good," I said, half moaning. "Well--get going, Matt," Damon said, spilling me off his lap. I stood up, and stared at my boner. He couldn't mean to go his car to get my things. "Go outside? Now?" "Who's gonna see?" Damon said, with his crooked sly grin. Ken's house was set far back from the road, in the woods. I failed at trying not to blush. "No one," I said, dropping to my knees, drawn by his face again. He smiled as I went to him. His firm grip captured my face, and our lips touched. It wasn't like any kiss we'd had before. His lips barely touched mine, and he froze in that position. I didn't dare move, but eventually what he was doing made me so dizzy, I fell into him. He curled me up on his lap, and just rubbed me. I felt warm and protected. I was in my big brother's lap, and he'd just kissed me. Nothing bad could happen here. "That's it, baby, just curl up and rest," Damon said, sliding out from under me and patting my head. 'Baby' wasn't a bad word to me, anymore. I smiled and closed my eyes, drinking it all in. When I opened my eyes, I saw my brother carrying in my stuff from the car. He looked right at me. I opened my mouth to say something, but his fingers went to his lips, so I said nothing. He had a new smile then--a small, peaceful one. In the middle of realizing what he was doing for me, I thought he looked cute. I felt like I was floating, and soon was asleep again. I awoke to the sound of the washing machine--and magically with Damon's lap under me, and my butt facing him again. "Thanks, Damon." "WHAP!" "OW!" "Don't thank me for doing stuff for you. I do it because I love you, bonehead." "Then, thanks for loving me." Damon raised his arm to strike again, then changed his mind. "Ok. I guess that's ok." "I love you, too," I said. "I know, Matt. I know." "It feels so good when you say that." "Yeah, squirt. Feels good to say it." "Why does it feel so good to be together, now?" "Ha. Don't know. I don't think anyone could explain that. I guess--I guess it's what happens when...." "When what, Damon?" I looked up at him, his face reddening. I twisted around, and knelt on the couch to get closer. "When you fall in love." My throat froze, while the rest of me burned in happiness and warm feelings I couldn't explain. But something inside me knew he was right. My arms flew around him, my chin resting on his shoulders. I watched my tears run down Damon's back, and I heard him sniffle.