Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2017 10:58:40 -0500
From: a4f tales <a4ftales@gmail.com>
Subject: "12 Tales of Christmas II: We Made It Ourselves"

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"I hope nobody got in here and found it," Joe said.

"Does it look like anybody's been in here since summer?" I said.

"Yeah, you got a point there, bro," he chuckled, stepping up on a box to
dig through one of the upper shelves. I guess whoever had built the house
had set this room up as a bonus bedroom, or a study, but the folks had
never used it for that. It was kind of a forgotten room, off the side of
the rec room next to the garage, just a couple of small, high-set windows,
the part of the house that was below grade on our sloped lot. There was an
old queen bed in there, but mainly it was a place for odds and ends of junk
that neither Mom or Dad - mostly Mom - could bear to part with. Shoeboxes
full of old photos, trinkets, random old bits and pieces of shit that even
Goodwill probably didn't want.

The fact that there was so much crap in here, and that nobody ever really
used this room, made it an excellent place to stash things - like, for
example, my little stash box of weed, which I'd forgotten I'd left here
when I'd headed back to school in August. It was a better place for it than
up in my room, which one or the other of our parents was more likely to go
into, and also convenient because we had the PS4 hooked up to the
big-screen TV in the rec room down here, which is where me and my brother
were killing our Christmas holiday time. We'd dragged our asses out of bed
around 10, and when Joe asked if I had any green, I remembered my forgotten
stash box, and now here we were, digging around in the junk room, trying to
locate it so we could blaze and enjoy the day.

I was already enjoying the day as it was, because all Joe was wearing was
an old pair of sweat shorts, socks and his ballcap. He was in his junior
year at Tech, and the weight room had been very good to his ex-jock frame,
all mounded with thick muscle. He'd always been a little sensitive about
his legs, and I could tell he'd been putting extra work in on his lower
body - not just from the hard, tight definition of his calves, which
weren't nearly as skinny as he thought they were, but from the big,
pronounced muscular bubble of his ass, high and tight and round and
powerful, currently working its way out of his loose old shorts as he
stretched up to dig around in back of one of the upper shelves. It was a
hell of a sight, one that made me all tingly in my core, and even more
eager to find the old weed so we could pack a bowl and see what happened
next.

"I think it's up on the top shelf, bro," I said, watching the globes of his
ass tighten and shift as he leaned up. "Way in back. Yeah, that's it."

Joe looked over his shoulder at me with a smirk, extending his middle
finger.

"Whatever, you fuckin' perv," he said. "Why don't you get up here and find
it, since you're the one who stashed it, dumbass."

I just grinned back at him and sat on the old queen bed, groping the
slow-rising mound in my sleep pants, enjoying the show.

"You're doing a hell of a job, bro," I said. "And if you didn't like me
checkin' your ass out, you wouldn't have worn those old fuckin' shorts."

Joe snorted, wiggled his hips in a joking but completely fuckin' sexy way,
and then pulled a box from the back of the shelf.

"This it, perv?" he said, showing it to me - an old shoe box that
definitely wasn't my stash. I shook my head.

"Well, it sure is tucked in back here - wonder what it is," Joe said,
lifting the lid on it and looking inside. I saw him frown as he sorted
through the contents.

"Dude, the fuck?" he said, giving me his patented Dumb Jock Joe look.

"What is it?" I said as he stepped down and brought the shoe box over to
the old bed, sitting down beside me.

"This is... weird," he said, pulling out a sheaf of photos with a rubber
band around them - shit, when was the last time I'd seen actual photos that
weren't framed or magneted to the fridge?

Joe slipped the rubber band off the photos, and I immediately saw the first
one - Joe in his singlet, wrestling his senior year at Jefferson, big and
pumped and glowing with sweat, thighs spread wide and planted as he went
after his opponent with a look of intense, tongue-sticking-out
concentration. There were more like that, in the inch-thick stack, Joe in
his wrestling singlet, candid shots of him in his Jefferson football
uniform, showcasing that high, tight ass of his in the silver pants our
team wore. He looked damn good, in his late-teens jock prime, but these
weren't exactly family-memento types of photos. These were more like the
ones you'd see on Tumblr, designed to get dudes hard.

"What the fuck, man?" I said, crowding in closer to him to look at
them. Pics of Joe shirtless at the beach, on Uncle Mike's boat up at the
lake, some candid shots of him and his brothers in the back yard of their
fraternity house.

"Yo, these are from my fuckin' Facebook," Joe said, confused. "Who the fuck
has printed-out pics of me from the fuckin' internet?"

There were two more stacks of rubber-banded pics, and I reached for the
second one, a weird feeling in my stomach already. Then I saw that the top
pic was of me in my Jefferson team swimsuit, all of maybe 15 or 16, just
when I was starting to really fill out.

"No fuckin' way," I muttered, unbanding the pics. Same kind of thing as the
ones of Joe - me wrestling, me playing baseball, shots focused on my ass,
pics of me mowing the grass out back shirtless, sweating. A shot of me and
Joe at the resort we'd all stayed at in Jamaica two summers ago, a little
buzzed on rum (and some local herb, not that our parents probably knew
that), arms round each other in the crystal blue water of the sea, grinning
at the camera.

"Yo, this is pervy as hell, am I right, dude?" Joe said. I just nodded,
that weird feeling growing in my belly. Wondering where the fuck all these
came from, because I didn't know anybody who used film cameras anymore,
except for the art kids up at school. Wondering why there was a box of
kinda-of-pervy pics of me and my brother, stashed away in the junk room of
our house.

We both looked at the third stack of pics, then at each other. Joe
swallowed, retrieved them from the box, and unbanded them.

"Oh shit," he muttered, showing them to me.

These were different, for sure. Sneakier, shot at weird angles, through the
half-open doors of our bathrooms. Me and Joe in our showers, and toweling
off after them, naked. The ones shot through the rec-room windows onto the
back yard were the real shocking ones, though - late at night, me and Joe
on the couch, making out, just the glow of the TV lighting us up as we went
deep on each other, me and my brother trading tongues, taking our shirts
off. Joe grinning up at me as I straddled his lap, his hands on the muscles
of my thighs, a glimpse of the tent his cock was throwing in his
underwear. Me bent over the coffee table, naked, my face all scrunched up
with pleasure, just the top of Joe's head visible behind my ass. The hard,
thick muscles of Joe's upper body as he fucked me from behind. Joe kneeling
in front of me as I fisted my cock, my head thrown back, waiting for me to
feed him my load.

"Oh my fucking god, dude," I gasped. We stared at each other again,
confused and embarrassed and a little afraid, even. And then the lightbulb
went off.

"Fuck... you remember we got Dad that printer last Christmas?" I said. Joe
looked at me, not getting it. "The one that prints photos from a memory
stick?"

"No fuckin' way!" he gasped, getting the picture real quick now. So to
speak.

"Yeah," I nodded. "We're getting perved on by Dad, dude."

"Jesus fuckin' christ, man," Joe said, standing up, hands on top of his
head, pacing back and forth. "Dad's fucking... oh my god... dude!"

All I could do was nod, because what else could we say about it? Me and Joe
had been messing around for a few years now, since we were both in high
school. We'd had a lot of fun, and neither of us had any intention of
stopping. We were hot together, the sex was dynamite, and the fact that it
was such a big, bad taboo just made the whole situation even more perved
out and intense and amazing. And now, it looked like we weren't the only
fuckin' pervs in the family. Looked like we'd inherited it, along with our
builds and most of our features, from our own damn father.

As it happened, my stash box was on the next shelf up, tucked way in back,
a layer of dust on it, and we sure needed it after what we'd found out. We
smoked a big fat bowl of the half-stale old bud in the bathroom, blowing
the smoke out through the exhaust fan, then sat down on the couch, Dad's
private stash of pervery spread out on the coffee table in front of us,
both of us quiet, inside our own heads for a little bit.

"OK, so... don't, like, judge me, bro," Joe finally said, looking through
the pics. "But you gotta admit - there's something kinda hot about this,
right?"

Fuckin' Joe. My big bro was always a bit of a mind-reader, especially when
it came to sex stuff. Yeah, underneath the surprise and shock of what we'd
discovered, it really was hot. I mean, we'd talked about taking pics, or
even video, of us fooling around. And yeah, not to be too egotistical or
anything, but the pics of us in our gear or on the beach and whatever - we
looked pretty damn good in them. I'd seen the Likes on Joe's Facebook for
some of them, thirsty comments from girls that Joe was never gonna
fuck. The idea that they'd stroked Dad's horny imagination, enough for him
to download them from his camera or Facebook or Instagram, print them off,
and stash them for his own private use down here - the idea that he'd been
sneaking pervy looks at us since we were in our mid-teens, Jesus...

"Yeah, it's hot, I'll admit it," I said. "And shit, Dad's a pretty hot dude
himself, right?"

"Fuck yeah he is," Joe grinned, because yeah, we'd talked about that while
we were fucking around, how awesome it'd be to have him join us, with his
big, beefy, hairy-chested ex-footballer's frame. But it had always been
just fun sexy talk, the kinky cherry on our pervy sundae.

Joe was giving me that look, the one that usually preceded some kind of
fun, hot adventure, generally a fairly naked one. Almost always involving
us making each other cum.

"Have you got him his Christmas present yet?" he asked with that sly grin.

"I mean, I was thinking about getting him a book or something," I said
warily. "Nothing big, `cos I'm tight on cash right now."

"Me too," Joe nodded, reaching down to scratch himself, a scratch that
turned into a rub, which made me want to rub myself too, watching the big
thick-muscled stud fondle his slow-growing piece through his shorts.

"Maybe we should get him something from both of us - go in together on it,"
he went on, toying with me. "Something a little more... personal, yeah?
Something that doesn't have to cost much. Or anything at all."

He looked meaningfully at Dad's pervy pic collection of us. Back to me. His
cock was nearly full hard in his sweat shorts now, and mine was getting
there too, as I picked up what he was laying down.

"Something we made ourselves, yeah?" I said, starting to grin myself.

"Exactly, little bro," he nodded, grinning as he shifted closer and took my
chin in his fingers, leaning in real close. "Something special from his
boys."

Then Joe kissed me, slow and thick-tongued, deep, and we got to work.

We smoked another bowl in the bathroom, giggling like a couple of idiots as
we headed into the junk room, clearing the random crap off the old queen
bed in there. Both of us were fully hard, from the making out and the
hotness of what we were doing, and who we were doing it for. Joe pulled his
iPhone out of his pocket and held it up so we could see ourselves on the
screen through the front-facing camera, slinging an arm around my neck and
drawing me close.

"We decided to get you something special for Christmas, Dad," he said.

"Figured you could use some fresh material," I grinned, turning my head to
meet Joe's in a lazy, sloppy bro kiss. We played it out a good long time,
lots of tongues and grunts and slurps, the kind of lazy makeout we loved to
get into especially when we were good and baked, feeling each other up,
letting the heat build between us.

"See how fuckin' hard we are, Dad?" Joe said a little bit later, angling
the camera down to our hard-tented sweats. "Hard for each other."

"Hard for some fuckin' bro sex, Dad," I picked up, really warming to this
now.

Joe set his phone down on the built-in desk at the foot of the bed, posed
me in front of the camera, then got behind me and slid my sweatpants down,
reaching around me to feel up the hard bulge of my cock in my boxer
briefs. I grunted and leaned back into his big chest as he licked on the
side of my neck, zeroed in on that spot that always made me shiver and my
cock leak for him.

"Jamie's got a big fuckin' cock," he said to the camera. "But you already
know that, right Dad?"

I grinned at the lens, then craned my head around so Joe could feed me his
tongue, wet and sloppy and noisy, as he reached inside my underwear and
jacked my cock nice and slow. Then it was my turn to push him forward and
tease his old grey shorts down his thick thighs, showing off that big, hard
cock of his, crammed into a sexy little pair of briefs. Even better, his
big, juicy bubble butt, barely contained by his underwear, turning him
around to show it to the camera, feeling him up, giving the thick glutes a
solid smack that made them jiggle a little, in a way that always got my
dick tingling.

"See this ass, Dad?" I said over Joe's shoulder. "I love this fuckin'
ass. Have since I was 15, and Joey let me put a load up inside of it."

"Kid can fuck, Dad," Joe grinned over his shoulder, then pulled my face to
his for another round of slow, sloppy kissing.

That round of kissing got us fully into the zone, turning in profile to the
lens as we shucked each other's shorts and set our super-boned cocks loose,
manhandling each other as we fed on each other's tongues. Maybe we put a
little bit more show into it, Joe flexing up his thick biceps for me to
kiss and lick, him nosing his way into my pits and slow-licking me there,
but really, it wasn't anything more than we'd usually do with each
other. As much as anything, this was about how much we'd missed fucking
around with each other, since we hadn't had a whole lot of time to go
really deep over Thanksgiving. The fact that we were going for it this
deep, reconnecting in our own special way as brothers, was made even hotter
because we were showing Dad just how deeply into each other his sons were
like this.

We switched to handheld when Joe eased me down onto the old bed, holding
his phone up to capture our bodies entwining on the mattress as we fed each
other our spit on our tongues, hands roaming over muscles and flesh. It was
a fun, hot challenge to keep the phone steady as we got into each other
like that, Joe taking it from me as he straddled my chest, pointing the
camera down at my face as I slowly swallowed his thick jock cock down to
the root, looking up at him and the phone as I started to work him
over. I'd learned how to do this with him, that horny, intense summer after
I turned 15, Joe approaching 17 and already getting big and
stud-muscled. Learned a lot of things together, and all the eager practice
since then was for Dad's benefit now. If he thought he'd gotten a good show
the night he sneaked those pics of us fucking around in the rec room, he
was gonna get an even better one now.

I guess jumpcuts were unavoidable, since we had to stop recording to find
something to prop the phone up on beside the bed, so Joe could really focus
on eating my ass as I sprawled out on my stomach and bucked it up for him.

"Fuck, this ass," he muttered, like he did every time, digging his fingers
into the solid muscled flesh of my tail, licking the skin, putting soft
kisses all over my cheeks, before turning his ballcap backwards on his head
and getting to work in my cleft. I didn't have to play up my moans for the
camera one bit, because Joe ate ass like he was born to it, and for a
little while, I just surfed the wave of pleasure as his big, agile tongue
licked its way inside of me, forgetting all about the recording, just
grooving on the hot brosex vibe between us.

"You ready for me to fuck you, little bro?" he asked a little while later,
his voice husky and dripping with lust.

"Yeah bro," I said back. "Show Dad how good a fuck his eldest can throw."

"How good a fuck his youngest can give right back," he grinned, bending in
to kiss me a little softer as he lined his lubed-up thickness to my lubed,
spit-wet hole, and pushed his way inside of me.

It was always good when me and Joe fucked, no matter who was fucking who,
and the fact that it had been almost a month since our last go-round, plus
the knowledge we were fucking for Dad's pervy benefit, just turned the heat
up on things. Joe fucked me doggy for a while, then flipped me over onto my
back and slid his full length inside of me, an intense, lusty look on his
handsome face as he sank home inside of me, talking low and lusty and husky
between grunts and pants.

"You gonna fuck that big bro load into me, Joey?" I moaned after a solid
fifteen minutes, Joe putting on a porn star-worthy show of muscular,
sensuous bro fucking, his thick muscles glowing with his fucksweat, his
face focused and handsome as hell as he delivered the best fuck I'd had
since summer.

"Gonna fuckin' breed your little-bro ass, Jamie-bro," he grunted. "Show Dad
how much you like getting bro-loaded."

"Aw fuck yeah," I growled, pulling his head down for a hard, hungry kiss as
he jackhammered his hips against my upturned ass, my thighs twined around
his muscled torso, the slap of flesh echoing loud off the bare walls of the
room, every bit of it recorded into Joe's iPhone memory.

"Gonna fuckin' cum, lil bro," he panted as I squeezed his big round pecs.

"Fuck yeah, Joey," I grunted right back. "Show Dad what you got, stud."

"FUCK, JAMIE!" he yelled, his muscles flexing up hard in pre-orgasmic
pump. And then, remembering we were putting on a show, he quickly tugged
his big cock loose from my hole, pointed it up my torso, gave it a quick
one-two stroke, and wailed as he loosed a big fucking load - one of the
biggest I could remember him shooting, damn near ten hefty, hot shots of
bro cum - up the length of my body. Cum shot across my cock, my abs, my
chest, streaking over my cheek and hitting the wall behind us as Joe
grunted, shook, and moaned through his power load, his handsome face locked
in orgasmic bliss as he stared down at me.

"You gonna cum for me, lil bro?" he panted, scooping up his fresh-shot cum
from my torso, getting a handful of it and wrapping it round the straining,
leaking hardness of my close-to-the-edge cock. I kind of forgot about the
camera again as we locked eyes and got lost in the intensity of our
incestuous fuckbond, the edgy, lusty heat that had simmered between us
since we were in our mid-teens and getting to know ourselves, and each
other, like this.

"You gonna make me cum, big bro?" I grunted back, feeling the
fast-approaching fire of my load, getting stronger and closer with every
cum-slicked, expert slide of Joe's fist on my bone.

"You know I love makin' you cum, Jamie-bro," he grinned, dropping onto his
side next to me, showing the near full length of our sweaty bodies to the
camera lens as he leaned in to kiss me, deep and wet and thick-tongued, a
slow, sloppy, sensuous bro makeout like we loved best of all. The
combination of his big wet tongue dancing with mine, and his cum-slicked
fist strumming on my cock, plus the knowledge we were putting on this
special show for our Dad, brought my cum on, hard and fast. I moaned into
my big brother's mouth as he cradled my head with his big bicep and fed me
his tongue, corkscrew-stroking my thrumming cock, making it shoot jet after
jet of hot, thick seed all up my body, covering his cum streaks with my
own.

Joe popped his phone up on the vanity as we took a long, slow,
kissing-heavy shower together in the downstairs bathroom that nobody ever
really used except us. Dad's photos of us showering separately sucked
anyways - if we were going to give him fresh material, might as well be the
whole package. By the time we got done cleaning each other up and feeding
on each other's tongues, we were hard and raring to go again. This time,
Joe set the phone camera to shutter mode, and we shot me fucking him on the
rec room floor as a series of stills. It was a real kick to go into Dad's
office, plug the iPhone into that printer we'd gotten him last Christmas,
and print the shots off, just like he'd probably done with his own
stroke-bait pics of us. Joe had the bright idea of tying the bundle of
freshly printed pics up with a red ribbon, and putting it in the box with
all the rest of Dad's sneaky pics of his boys, tucking it back into its
hiding spot on the next-highest shelf in the junk room.

All the pics except one, the last one we'd shot, a close-up of me and Joe
kissing, eyes closed, clearly fully into each other and our taboo brotherly
bond. That one we tucked into the card we gave Dad on Christmas morning,
along with the little metal gift tin containing a thumb drive of our
special homemade movie. We waited until Mom was in the kitchen, making
another pot of coffee, before we handed it to him.

"This one's just for you, Dad," Joey said with a grin, slinging his big arm
around my neck. "We made it ourselves. Open it later."

"Let us know what you think," I grinned. "I think it's something you'll
like, a lot."

"And who knows," Joey said, looking at me with that sly smile of his that
always stroked my sensitive spots. "Maybe us three can get together over
the break and make something together, yeah?"