Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2019 22:09:10 +0000 From: michael Cardoso Subject: My brother's man 6 Dad suspected. I'm pretty sure he knew something was up after the wedding, but the incest idea was way too surreal for him. But I had no doubt. He knew. It all started the Friday after my brother made sweet love to me. For days we weren't able to have time for ourselves, school and our mom consumed our free time. Chris, however, knew how to keep the passion arising. We both had computers in our rooms, so for two days straight, after mom and dad went to sleep, Chris and I would exchange hot pictures... Chris was my big brother, and he knew dad the longest. So, the fact that my impulsive and horny brother wouldn't risk himself to come to my room scared me a little. Chris was perfectly conscious of the fact that our Dad was beginning to suspect something and he didn't want to risk our relationship. If I had payed attention to the same signs my brother saw... things would've been different. I could protect myself from what happened later on. But no. My attention was only drawn to how Chris would have an erection every time he saw me. It didn't matter if we were in the school or in our house, whenever my big brother saw me, a huge tent would appear in his jeans or sweat pants. And Dad noticed this. Now I come to think that he did it on purpose. My father was really intelligent when he wanted and he wanted the truth. Thursday night arrived with our parents telling us they would leave tomorrow to have dinner with some friends. I was incredibly happy. But not Chris. "I don't know" Chris said as he entered my room after me. "I don't like it". In that moment I felt offended. Didn't he want me? "You don't want to be with me?" I said with sadness and confusion on my voice and face. "What?" Chris' expression was of anger. "I hate when you do that. When you try to figure out what it's going on in my mind". "Sorry" I said staring at him directly in the eyes. "You have no idea how I've felt these couple of days" Chris told me walking to my window and staring to the backyard. "Then tell me" I said shyly. Chris turned around to see me and came closer to me. "Well. Last time I was inside you..." Chris said as his hands touched my belly, caressing me. "... was just days ago and I feel as if we hadn't been together for ages". His manly hands touching my belly made me the happiest I had been in days. "Really?" I asked. Whenever Chris gave me a compliment I would just blush and say something stupid. "I've jerked off twice a day to try to calm my erections and it just don't work" He said with his hands sliding from my belly to my cock. "I can't stop staring at you, especially when you walk". "Then why are you not excited for tomorrow?" I asked trying to ignore the sensation his hands produced in me. My cock was rock hard. "There's something. I don't know how to describe it, but I have the feeling it won't be really safe". Dad called out Chris and he had to go, leaving me confused and horny. Friday came and I was surprised when I realized Chris had left for school without me. He wouldn't have done that. He must've had a reason. School was hell just by imagining the night I was going to have with my man. I couldn't wait to feel him inside of me, filling my insides. So, when I arrived house and I saw my father's car there I felt irritated since I wanted to ride my brother's cock in that moment. As soon as I walked in, I knew something was wrong. Mom, Dad and Chris were sitting in the living room, clearly waiting for me. Chris' eyes were red. He had cried. "Son, sit." Dad said. Even his voice was different. I obeyed and I sat next to Chris. "Dad and Mom think you're gay" Chris said. I looked at him in the eyes and with them he sent me a message: LIE. "Chris, we're taking it from here" Dad said angrily. "What?" I said, trying to be as authentic as I could. I understood there that it was all Dad's fault. Mom was sitting in silence. "We ran to Casey's parents. You never went out with her as you told me" I didn't have any idea of what he was saying. I turned around to see my older brother and his eyes told me I needed to listen and stay quiet. And so, I did. "I won't have a fag for a son" He said that with so much hate that I couldn't contain myself. "Why do you think I'm gay just because I lied about Casey?" He felt challenged. I followed his game about the Casey thing and I left him unarmed. "Someone told me you were with a boy in the cinema" I froze as my Dad said with anger in his voice "Kissing him". And then it clicked. The couple that saw us kissing in our date were parents of his best friend. I knew they looked somehow familiar. The couple knew who the other boy was, so either they only told my father they saw me... or he knew his two boys were doing things with each other. "That's not truth" I muttered. "I don't care. I won't take risks. And I don't want you to spread that shit to your brother" He said. I know it sounds impossible but his eyes looked dark. "You're leaving Sunday morning. You'll go to a boarding school for men, they'll cure that". My throat closed and as I tried to speak, hot tears left my eyes. Dad stood up, Mom followed him and they left the house on their car. I turned around to see my big brother and I started crying uncontrollably. I hugged him and I felt his tears falling on my head. I don't remember how much time we were there. But it must've been long. It was full dark outside. Chris broke the hug, lifted me and took me to my room, just as he did when I was a baby. He laid me down on the bed and undressed me. He did as well. His face was red, so red. As he climbed on top of me, spreading my legs and putting them on his manly shoulders, his eyes were filled with tears again. And as he entered me, without lube, the tears started falling on my face. I was crying as well, not for the pain that I felt when he stretched my hole, but for the idea of not having him ever again. "It won't happen" Chris said. He filled my hole in minutes and left my bed when he finished. "I need to figure out what we'll do" He said putting his clothes back on. "What do you mean?" I said. I couldn't recognize my voice. "You won't go, I won't allow it". Chris left my room. I felt so empty, I didn't even fully enjoy how my brother made love to me. I put on my clothes and I went downstairs. I was really anxious and I needed some water. As I filled my glass of water, the feeling of someone behind me made me turn around. And there he was. My father. I was frozen. Really frozen, the glass in my hand fell to the floor. Mom was nowhere to be seen, nor Chris. And I was left without my two protectors. "You". Dad said walking slowly towards me. He was drunk. I've seen him drunk twice in my life and that how I knew he had been drinking. I was unable to move a single muscle and I wished I had run away from him. "D-dad?" I muttered. I was wearing a white t-shirt and black shorts. He was wearing a green shirt, his black tie and the pants from his favorite suit. "You are a fucking faggot" His voice was full of hate and I was scared. Really really scared. He ran towards me and punched me really hard in the stomach. I let go a scream and I fell to the floor. I was able to look up at him, his red face full of anger was looking straight down at me. "How could you destroy my family?" He said as he kicked me in the face. He hit me in the cheek. Never had he put a hand on me, nor talked to me this way, and so this man was a complete stranger to me. I was covering my face and so I didn't see his feet rising, I just felt the kick in my stomach, leaving me out of breath. I didn't know where my Mother was, nor Chris. Later I would find out Chris had gone to different pawn shops in the city, and when he didn't have luck, he would take a bus to the next city that was 2 hours away. He would return after midnight, when it all had happened. My mother was with her sister talking of my situation. If they would've known what happened in the house that night. It's a secret I had never told anyone. After the kick in my stomach, Dad undid his tie. All the while he was staring at me. "You destroyed my boy. My Chris. How could you do that?" He was really asking me. I was shaking, my all body, and I remained silent. "He was healthy. I saw how he looked at girls..." he took the plates that were in the kitchen's table and threw them to the floor, breaking them into pieces "... and now I have to see how his body reacts when he looks at you!" Another kick in the stomach. "What did you do to my boy?" To my man?" Dad kicked me twice more as tears blurred my sight. He knew. He perfectly knew. "D-d-a-dad" I muttered "Stop! Please!" "What did you offer him that he couldn't get on a girl?" He yelled, furiously. I was crying now and Dad kicked me one last time. "You're gonna fucking show me what's the reason my son is sick" He said as he took my t shirt off, destroying it. "You're gonna fucking show me if it's worth it". I'll always remember his words. And the terrible sensation I felt when he took my shorts off leaving me naked in the kitchen's floor. I was feeling pain and shame. But I could see how my father took his shirt off and undoing his belt. He took his cock out. It was huge, not even Chris' could compete with that. He grabbed me by my hair, violently, and put my face in front of his penis. The penis that had created me. "Suck it, faggot" Dad said. As I didn't open my mouth, he did it himself and penetrated my mouth. It was disgusting. I felt the rock-hard cock in my throat, not allowing me to breath. His precum tasted disgustingly, it was something I didn't want to go through. He kept sliding in and out of my mouth, I was unable to breath. His cock was huge and there was no possible way for me to catch my breath. His fist held my hair, he was controlling my every move. "You want to taste a man? You want to know what being with a man really is?" My father said as he freed my head. I started coughing and I fell to the floor again. I had never felt this humiliated nor this scared. He picked me up and put me in the table. He basically could do whatever he wanted to me. I didn't have any strength and he took advantage from it. He spread my legs and he entered me. That penis that had made me all those years ago was violating me. My hole that had been stretched in a lovely and tender way by Chris was now being destroyed ad he buried himself all the way in me. He was moaning and I understood he liked how it felt to be inside of me. I wasn't conscious. I think I actually passed out for a moment. The thrusts of my father were violent. Like I said, his penis was bigger than Chris' and so he stretched my hole even deeper than what my older brother had. "You do feel delicious, fag" My dad, said as he was sliding in and out of his baby boy. "S-s-t-op, ple-as-e" I muttered, but I think that only turned him on even more. He was an animal, not like Chris, but in a twisted and sick way. He started fucking me quickly. Chris had never fucked me so fast, so I screamed in pain. He started laughing as he covered my mouth with his hand. The feeling of my father's seed inside of me was scary. Definitely not the same feeling I had when Chris impregnated me. He slid out of me and I fell to the floor again. I really had no strength. "You are fun, I'll give you that". He took me by my hair again and made me suck his dick. He was choking me again but the next thing he said was what took my breath away. "I know Chris would never like to share you. Ha. I've made you my bitch, you're not my son". I felt the mushroom head of my father's cock on my mouth and I just felt I was betraying Chris. He took his cock out of my mouth and without letting go of my hair he dragged me out of the kitchen and we went upstairs. I was being dragged and so climbing up the stairs was painful. He took me to Chris' room and there he sat on his bed, sitting me on his lap. "I fucking opened this" He said as he put three fingers in my hole. His fingers were hurting me, he was pinching my insides. "Only a man can open a hole like this, you slut" He put a fourth finger inside of me. I never stopped crying. Never. I think I passed out right there cause the next thing I remember was to feel all his fist getting inside of me. I begged him to stop. I tried to tell him I was his son. He turned me around and fucked me mercilessly again, all the while he was saying I was not his son anymore. I wish I could be more descriptive, but I can't. I don't remember much from the way my father raped me. After the kicks and blowjobs that made me unable to breath, I think my body was at its worst, completely weak and off. I must have passed out again. When I opened my eyes again, I was laying down on Chris' bed and my father was jacking off right up my face. I closed my eyes because I knew he wanted to finish on my face, and I closed them just in time. I felt three hot shots of semen on my face. The smell made me feel nauseas, something Chris' seed would never do. I felt his hands spreading his cum all over my face, and then on my cock. Again, it all went black. I woke up in my bed. My hair was wet and as my hand touched my face, and I didn't feel dried cum, I understood that he had bathed me. I tried to move but my body was hurting. Almost every single part of my body. The clock in my room marked 3 am. I tried two times to stand up, but it was useless. My hole was the thing that was hurting me the most, along my stomach. I had a terrible headache as well. After thirty minutes I managed to get out of my bed. I fell since my legs kept shaking uncontrollably. I dragged myself to the door of my room. I needed to see Chris, to tell him. But when I opened the door, there he was again. My father. I felt horror just by looking at him and I tried to scream but I couldn't. I didn't have a voice. He carried me in his arms and put me, delicately, in my bed. He closed the door and sat next to me on the bed. He wasn't looking at me in the eyes. "I'll go" he said. I wasn't able to speak, so I closed my eyes. Even his voice terrified me. "I'll divorce your mom and I'll go, it's decided, nothing you can do about it". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I won't have two sons that fuck each other. I won't have this family anymore". "H-h-how-ma-ny-ti-mes?" I really don't know if I was clear on what I said. But he understood. "It was a lot" he laughed. "This is the last time you see me. I don't want to see you or that other faggot ever again". He went out of my room. Saturday, I stayed in my bed all day long. Not even Chris was able to take me out of it. I listened to the fight my mother and father had. I heard how Chris told Dad we were going to be better without him. And I heard my father leaving the house forever. Chris stood with mom, who was devastated, and it wasn't up until midnight when he entered my room and told me everything would be alright. If he only knew. That's why I kept it a secret. It was so surreal I decided to take it to the grave.