Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2021 11:27:44 +0100 From: Mark Wright Subject: The Wrong Side of Love 2 The Wrong side of Love -2- --So Wrong Yet So Right - Disclaimer: the following chapter(s) will include graphic sexual scenes, which have incest intercourse between two consenting over 16 adult men. If it is illegal to view these materials in your country or underage, proceed with caution. I hadn't seen much of Mike since our encounter with the hot tub. I don't blame him for that because what we did was wrong on so many levels, and honestly, it was probably scaring the shit out of him. The fact it didn't scare me, not anymore, was also confusing. I knew it was wrong, and I knew that is toxic, but I had a taste of Mike, and I wanted more, I needed more, and that was what was scaring the shit out of me more than anything. The fact that Mike was my brother didn't bother me as much as it perhaps ought to. Did that make me felonious? Perhaps. Did that bother me? Not in the slightest, and that my friend was a scary situation to be in. I'd had a taste of what things would be like sexually with Mike, and I physically wanted more. The absurdness of the situation was not lost on me, but we all want what we want, right? And in the grand scheme of things, was the fact he was my big brother that bad? Ok, I knew it was. I knew it was illegal, and I knew in my heart that Mike would never be game for this. He freaked out the first two times it happened, and Mike was all about impressing the family and not letting them down. I had to accept that whatever the thing was with Michael, it couldn't be anything more. ----- It was three days before I moved to Brighton to begin the latest phase of my educational career. I was a lot of things. Nervous, Excited, Sceptical. This was a massive opportunity to become involved in the fitness industry at a high level, but I knew I would miss my family so very much. We were a close-knit family. My dad worked away from home a lot, and my mother only worked part-time now. We would try as a family to have a sit-down meal together at least once a week, but that plan would go to pot more often than not. Mum was trying to get Mike to stay home for a night before I left for Brighton, but he kept making excuses. "I'm working late", "Harry needs me, his girlfriend dumped him", or "I have a date" were some of the excuses he used recently. The latter one annoyed me more than anything because who the fuck would buy that Mike had a date? He didn't date. He met girls, and he fucked them, then he moved on to the next one. I don't blame Mike for avoiding me, but I'm not too fond of the fact it has come to this. We were so close at one point. He was one of the last that I told I was gay because I was scared he would disown me or something. He was so proud of me, though, and that made us closer. "You're a good-looking dude- that leaves more women for me", he chuckled after I told him. As a little boy- being 16 months younger than him, I always looked up to him. He was my hero and would go to bat for me all the time. When we started going out clubbing together- illegally on my part, I must add- he'd always buy me the first shot. He'd try and be my wingman (he was the worst wingman ever), and he once thought I was the second coming of Jesus because I introduced him to Carmen Topping, who was four years older than him and was the first girl that allowed Michael access inside her pants. Now, I still adored Mike- he was still my hero. Except now, I wanted my brother to fuck me. ---- Things came to a head the night before I left for Brighton. Mike was begrudgingly staying for the night to wave me off in the morning and say his goodbyes. We'd had a fucking top meal cooked by the mother, and we had drunk three bottles of Red Wine between the four of us. Mike was still really quiet, though and barely looked in my direction unless he physically had to-to pass him the ketchup, the gravy, to pour his drink. I think we needed a talk, but I was scared to even think of doing that. I'd had a couple of bottles of wine, and wine makes me horny. So I quietly dismissed myself from the table as Mike spoke to the parents about potentially applying for the army in the next couple of weeks. Mike in a uniform. Fucking swoon. I went into my bedroom and thought of Mike. I went from semi-hard to rock hard in a matter of minutes as I thought about Mike inside me. I wanted my brother inside my arse, and I wanted him to plough me so hard it hurt. I wanted to be able to feel him inside me still days later. That thought caused me to spit on my fingers and insert them into my hole. It was glorious when I hit my prostate but was even more sensational when I imagined it was the cock of Mike who was penetrating me. I lifted my legs higher and inserted a second finger into my hole before I started fucking the prostate harder. It was erratic and dangerous, and anyone could walk in at any moment, but I was so fucking done with this horniness I just needed some fucking release. I wanked my stiffy whilst fingering my hole, and it didn't take me long to hit the prostate hard. I was soon shooting a generous amount of spunk all over my t-shirt. "Oh Mike, fuck me, brother", I groaned as I continued to hit the prostate and milked even more cum out of my cock. I lay on the bed, still fully clothed except for my trousers around my ankle and took a few minutes to compose myself. I intended to get a cloth and then change my clothes, but as I stood up from the bed to pull my trousers back up, I got a slight shock. Mike was standing there, watching me with a dangerous look in his eyes and a very prominent bulge in his trousers. ------ MIKE I finished the rest of his wine. His mum and dad had just left the house to meet their friends for more drinks at their place. I had been invited, but I fucking hated the posh wankers The Carmichaels- except their daughter Beatrice. She was top-notch A-List totty. Cory had left the table after eating his apple crumble dessert, and I was happy about that. I had avoided all contact with Cory the past couple of months because what we did was wrong on so many different levels. He even looked it up on google and what they did was illegal. He fucked up by allowing his brother to give him head- and even though I knew in my heart that I 100% wanted more, it was too dangerous even to contemplate. I was straight; I was sure of that. After what happened with Cory, I'd even watched a couple of gay pornos, and they didn't do anything for me. The lesbian porn still turned me the fuck on, so that was confusing. How comes the thought of sex with any other bloke made me nauseous, but the idea of sex with my brother didn't particularly scare me. It turned me on so much. I'd tried fucking several girls since my last encounter with Cory, but it was useless. I'd get hard- no problem, but I couldn't finish for the life of me. The only way I could conclude was by hand, and it was only when I was thinking of Cory and those lips. He realised how fucked up that sounded in his head. He heard noises coming from Cory's bedroom, and he knew he shouldn't intrude. Cory was probably packing away the last of his things. He walked over to Cory's bedroom and opened the door slightly. He walked in and was speechless. The site in front of me was utterly bizarre and spellbinding, and I couldn't take his eyes away. His brother was fingering himself. I felt like such a pervert. I needed to leave- this was gross misconduct of trust, yet my feet were firmly rooted to the spot. Cory was fucking his bum with his fingers on his bed. Cory then said some words that went straight to my fucking cock, and I knew it was game over. Their promise not to do anything else was about to trashed and thrown into the rubbish bin. "Oh, Mike, fuck me, brother". I was well and truly fucked. --- CORY Mike had seen me fingering myself. He stared at me in utter shock for a few moments before he turned around, slammed my bedroom door shut and stormed down the stairs. I was a little bit horrified but more aroused than anything I knew was so fucking wrong of me, but at least Mike knows what I want to know. He knew what I wished for him, and I enjoy every bit of him. I took off all my clothes and looked into the mirror- I was a good looking lad, and let's be honest, I could probably get any man I wanted. I'm not vain or egotistical, but I knew I pretty much had everything- a brilliant body, a big dick, excellent cock sucking skills and a decent brain. So I could get anyone, but it's not anyone I want- the one I want is my big brother, and my big brother just saw me penetrating my prostate with my fingers. And he heard me moaning his name. Well, know he knew, and it was time to face the music. I looked in the mirror one last time- admiring how good my abs looked recently. Lack of sex and no school makes one spend a lot of time working on their body. I put on a tracksuit, forgoing underwear, and went downstairs to find Mike. I found him in the garden sitting on a bench, taking a long drag out of a cigarette. He saw me approaching but didn't move; he just sighed to himself wistfully. "I'm sorry you saw that" was all I could say. Mike didn't say anything back at first. He took another long drag of his cigarette then exhaled the smoke out. "It's fucked up", he eventually replied. "It's fucked up that my brother wants me to fuck him" he was speaking quietly as if scared that someone could hear the conversation. "It is", I agreed. "It's completely messy and truly bizarre, I have no idea what's going on in my head at the moment, Mike, but I can't get you out of my head". Mike took another long drag of his smoke. He was yet to look me in the eyes. "Why, though? There are so many better-looking lads out there, and I'm like 90% sure they won't be your brother". I laughed at that because you just had to. If I didn't laugh, I'd probably cry. "It's strange; I've never seen you as anything other than my annoying big brother until recently", I spoke, "something changed, and I literally cannot sleep until I've got the thoughts of you out of my head". Mike took a final drag out of his cigarette before dogging it out in the ashtray. "It can't happen, Cory, it won't happen- I can't let it happen". I nodded at him. "I know that- but you have to be honest with me, Mike- do you feel the same, or am I the only one here who's fucked in the head?" Mike looked at me for the first time this evening. square in the eyes. "I do Cory, I tried to avoid it, but there is something that is attracting me to you, and it scares the holy fuck out of me". He began pacing up and down the garden, and I followed him. "The idea should repulse me, but the truth is I'm not. And I'm not even having any gay panic because I know in my heart I'm not gay- but like, I can't stop thinking about that, and it's driving me crazy". "I'm leaving Mike tomorrow; I'll be out of your hair for pretty much most of the year except holidays", I spoke. "We can hopefully put this whole situation to bed and pretend like it didn't happen". Mike was thoughtful for a moment. "How can I get the image of you and your fingers out of my head? Tell me please because I need it gone". I sighed. "I can't do that, mate, but maybe with me not being in the picture, it will be easier to forget", I spoke, "You can wifey off some hot bimbo girl and have a couple of little Mikes". He sighed. "You're right", he spoke, "Let's forget this ever happened". He walked off, and that was that. ---- It was 2.30 am, and I couldn't sleep for shit. I'd be tossing and turning all night. I got out of bed and walked downstairs, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. I turned back around, and Mike was standing there- naked except a pair of tight black boxer shorts. He looked so fucking gorgeous; his thinly haired chest was glowing with sweat. He took the bottle of water from my hands and pushed me up against the fridge. "One last night", he whispered to me before he crashed his lips against mine. He kissed me hard, and I let him take control. He kissed me hard and deep, and I could feel his erection pressed up against my thigh as he kissed me. He worked his hands down my tracksuit hoody and undone the zip; then he was roaming all over my hard body with his cold, sweaty hands. The parents were in, so this was so dangerous, yet that was even more appealing. The thought of getting caught with my brother should have been horrifying, but it was the opposite, and it intrigued and excited me. I ran my hands over his hairy chest and played with his nipple a little bit which caused Mike to groan into my mouth. I ran my hands slowly down his chest, down his midriff and put my hands in his boxers, grabbing onto the meat I craved. I slowly began tossing on it whilst he continued to kiss me pleasantly. He stopped kissing me and looked at me. His face was unreadable. "I need to fuck you", he whispered in my ear. The words that I'd been dying to hear, so I grabbed Mikes's hands and dragged him outside. The cold air immediately hit my chest, but I was running on fuel and arousal. I led us into the summer house, pressed the alarm code number, then went inside on my own. I found the camera that my dad had installed in the summer house and deactivated it. I then grabbed Mike and pulled him in. I took off my tracksuit bottoms and hoody and flung them to one side, then I sat on the bench and began fingering my arse. "That should be scary to watch, but it's so fucking hot", Mike spoke, and the arousal dripped off his voice. "Mike, I need you to fuck me. Don't be gentle- if this is the only time we are ever going to do this, it has to be something I remember forever. I won't rest until I can still feel you inside me two days later." Mike pulled his boxer shorts down and walked over to me. I fingered my hole, and with my other hand, I pulled on Mike's arousal, and the noises he made went straight to my cock. My cock was sitting erect on my chest, and Mike was looking at it as if it had grown a second head or something, "See how hard you make me, Mike", I spoke filthily. "You don't have to touch it". He dropped to his knees and took my cock in his hand, and began wanking it. "It's too big. I can't suck it". I didn't reply. "I'm ready for your cock Mike" I groaned, and I still couldn't believe this was happening. In the summerhouse. With my fucking brother. This was a dream and one I would wake up from soon. "I'm gonna bend over here", I spoke, pointing to the bench. "Enter me and pound me, when I've used to you, I'm gonna set you on this bench and ride that fucking big dick". Mike looked wrecked. He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, but he was brimming with arousal, and he looked so fucking sexy. "I kinda hate it when you talk to me like that", Mike admitted. "Like I know I'm about to fuck you, but it kinda feels like I'm the one being fucked". I shrugged. "Sorry, didn't realise it bothered you; I'll stop it". Mike began wanking my dick even harder, but he neglected the balls. Fucking straight guys. "I didn't tell you to stop", he said in a small voice. "As much as I love your hands on my dick", I spoke, "If I don't get your tool in my toolbox right now, I'm going to combust spontaneously; you ready to fuck me, big boy?" Mike just leaned over and kissed me hard on the lips. ----- Bent over the bench in the summerhouse- I should have felt exposed. Vulnerable. Cheap. I felt none of those things- I felt arousal, want and need. I needed Mike's dick in me, and I needed it fucking now. He decided he'd feel more comfortable wearing a condom, and I wasn't strictly opposed to that- as long as I could feel his dick inside me, I didn't care if a condom was in the equation or not. "Bro, I'm ready for a dicking", I said, turning my face to watch as Mike carefully slid a condom onto his growing length. "Can't wait to feel that cock inside me". Mike just looked at me after he'd finished the dick wrapping "you're gonna be the death of me, Cory," he lamented. He held onto his wrapped up cock before he carefully guided it inside of me. "Yes!" I shouted perhaps a bit too loudly as I felt him enter me for the first time. Euphoria washed over me as Mike slowly began thrusting inside me. "Think of it like skiing- just thrust and let your hips do the talking". Mike's hands gripped my hips as he plunged deeper into me, and it felt fantastic. "Is that all you got, Mikey boy? I need to be fucked" I demanded, and Mike pulled one of his hands back and slapped my right arse cheek hard with his bare hand. It felt fucking fantastic. "You talk too much", Mike pointed out. He pulled back and thrust deeper into me, his cock firmly hitting my prostate. My dick was flopping around as he rocked back and forth into me- hardening by the second as Mike continued his much welcome assault on my bum. "Bro, I need this", I just said, and Mike picked up pace yet again. He seemed to be getting the hang of this. "You're so tight", he stated, "Your arse feels so good wrapped around my cock". This was the first time that Mike spoke dirty to me. I fucking loved it. An idea formed in my head. "Stand up bro, wanna test your strength as well as your fucking- pick me up and fuck me up against the wall". I knew Mike worked out a lot- especially on his arms, so he should have the strength- but would he have the stamina? I'm a very demanding bottom! He exited my bum, and I went over to the wall. He picked me up and was holding me against the wall. His arms held me in place as he thrust inside me, my back scraping against the wall in pain, but I didn't give an actual fuck. He began thrusting in my arse again, and it felt fucking amazing. His length fitted in my hole and was hitting my prostate. My brother knew how to fuck! We continued like this for about 3 minutes, but I knew he was getting tired. Sweat was forming on his forehead and around his body; he looked so fucking hot like this; he looked sensational as he focused on the task on hard- fucking my arse. "Sit on the bench, bro and let me ride that dick," I said, and I slide back down the wall; my feet kind of shaky from the hard pounding I'd gotten from a height. He sat straight on the bench, playing with his rockhard dick, and I sat on his lap straight onto his stiff cock. I groaned as he thrust straight into me again, his cock hitting my prostate straight away. He was staring me in the eyes as he fucked me, his dangerous brown eyes. He didn't speak any words, just groans and moans. I leaned forward and whispered in his ears. "Come on, bro, fuck me hard, this is will be it, so fucking make it worth it". He nodded at me and began picking up pace, he was holding onto the bench as he pounded away into my hole, and I must have sounded like such a bitch from the wails and moans I was making, but I didn't care- I was fucking loving every minute of this shag. After a while, he slowed down a bit, and I began riding his cock. I was bouncing on his cock like I was a jockey riding a horse. We were both sweating; my brother had never so looked so hot in his life. "Fuck yeah", he groaned as he got used to the feeling of me controlling his cock- he would occasionally steer his cock straight into me, making the sensations just that much fucking better. My cock was bouncing in front of me- untouched but so fucking hard from the shagging Mike was giving me. I felt like I might cum at any minute now- I'd never been so hard without touching my cock before. Mike knew how to fuck. "Gonna blow soon", he groaned as he rubbed his hands up my sweaty chest. We changed position on the bench- he laid me down on the bench, and it was so fucking uncomfortable- the wood sticking into my back- but I honestly didn't care. He lifted my legs slightly and soon directed his cock back into the sweet spot of my cunt. It didn't take long for him to begin fucking me hard again. We were so close- his face so close to mine as we shagged. He leaned forward and started planting kisses all over my face. Then he began sucking on my neck. "Bruise for Brighton", he groaned. "Something to remember me by", he spoke as he continued to drive his fuckstick inside me before he began sucking hard on my neck again. Simultaneously, one of his hands wrapped itself around my cock and started wanking it hard and fast. The bench was rocking under the pressure of both our weights as Mike continued to fuck me like a man on a mission. He fucked, and he sucked; he wanked on my dick. He was giving me the complete a-list treatment, and I was loving every fucking second and not wanting it to end. It wasn't long before his strokes on my cock caused me to suddenly erupt with gushes of white cum spilling from my dick- it took him by surprise- but he continued to wank me as he fucked into me. Cum was everywhere- on my chest, some on my face, and some flew behind me and probably landed on the floor next to the hot tub. It was still coming- spilling from my hardness as he continued to dig into my prostate with his weapon. Then Mike came inside the condom and fuck me if it wasn't the single most erotic and sexy thing I'd seen in my life. "Oh fuck yes," we both said in sync as his eruption continued to fill the condom and his tool continued to invade my space. Moments later, he collapsed on top of me- the condom still on- and he kissed me once on the lips. We didn't speak for a moment, just savouring the moment from the intense fucking that we just had. I took it upon myself to remove the condom from my brothers slowly deflating cock. I leaned down and sucked off some excess cum from his knob, and he groaned in response to my sexual action. I put the condom to one side- we'd have to remember to dispose of this fucking thing. He soon got up from the bench and found his boxers, and placed them on before he sat next to me on the bench. "Well, that was new," he said. "I thought it'd feel weird, but I feel the opposite", he spoke honestly. "I feel like that was something we'd been anticipating for a while, and it suddenly didn't feel wrong- it felt right- does that make us fucking wrong". I still lay on the bench- naked as the day I was born- and I just nodded at him. "So wrong, but we've always been suckers for breaking the rules". He looked at me for a moment and sighed deeply. "You're gonna be leaving for Brighton in a few hours- and it's gonna be so weird without you in this house". "Brighton's two hours away- I'd be offended if you didn't come to visit me" I laughed. "You know- I kinda feel like that. I don't want that to be our last time. I kinda feel like now we've finally done the deed, it would be insane to stop" he paused for a moment. "I mean, it'd also be fucking insane to continue it, but I feel like this might be an addiction- now we've popped, we just can't stop". I thought about what he was saying. "So you suggesting we continue to hook up in secret- even though I'm in Brighton?" He looked pensive and thoughtful for a while. His brain was probably working overtime. "I guess. I know that whatever happens, I'm never, ever going to be able to get this fucking memory out of my head- your face as you came.. Jesus". Mike looked so torn, and so was I. "I leave at two tomorrow afternoon- let's go for a drive, and we can discuss our options", I spoke to Mike. "And maybe find a secluded spot so I can suck on your dick". He laughed at that. "It would be so wrong to carry this on- it was wrong even to start this whole thing in the first place- but I'm not sure I can bear the thought of you fucking other guys. I'm not asking you to stay celibate- because that would be wrong of me- I just can't imagine you being away because I need to fuck you again on the regular" Mike looked so sincere, and it wasn't a sight I was used to. "Mike, I don't think I'd ever find a guy who can fuck me as you can.. it's so wrong. We both know that, but the connection between us is unreal, and I've never felt so fucking close to you before". He stood up. "I'm fucking tired. Let's get a few hours of sleep. Let's get up at 9.00 am and go for some breakfast in the cafe and have a fucking long chat before you leave this place" he went to turn away and did so, but he turned back around for a moment. "Honestly, I'm so fucking proud of you for going to Uni, mate- you deserve it. A selfish part of me wishes we didn't start this whole fucking thing because of the thought of you not being here.. well, it's not something I'm looking forward to. But you make a good fucking life for you". He turned around and opened the summer house door- he looked around for a few moments before he walked out and closed the door behind him. I found a towel on the floor and wiped the cum from my chest, which was rapidly drying now. I sat on the bench after I dressed, and it dawned on me. I was fucking in love with my brother. ----------------- Next time: Mike and Cory have a chat, and things happen in the car. Cory leaves for Brighton. Four months later, Cory gets a surprise visit to Brighton, and things change.