Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2005 18:44:01 +0000
From: Fred Frackett <frackett@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bro and Me, Part 1

This story is intended for adults 18 or older, not to be read by
minors.

    'Ouuuu, get myself nice and clean...' I thought as I took
my shower that morning.  The wife was soaping too.  She turned
around and I slid up behind her, hugging her, sliding my hands up
to her tits and sliding my cock in her asscrack.  She just stood
motionless, letting me have my way, reaching behind to pull on my
cock.  She muttered, "Uhh.. I really have to hurry, do you want to
play or don't you?"
        I backed away.  "Nah, just getting my friskies for the
morning dear.  You're just so warm and soft and.." blah blah blah,
complimenting her.  My hardon wasn't from touching her, it was
what was in my mind  -  what the day would bring.  Once I got her
off to work I had the rest of the day off and my brother called
last night, saying he had the day off and could I cum up and help
him with a project...
        "Oh ok, you're probably thinking of the project you and
your brother have to do anyways, you know how distracted you
get.." she said matter-of-factly.
        "Yeah, we really get deep into it, measuring and stuff.."
I said simply, straight-faced.  Measuring our cocks was more like
it, using our mouths as rulers...
        He actually called and said his wife was working and he
wasn't tomorrow, cum over and play... we love to play with each
other.  We have for years.
        Finally she left, after dawdling with her hair.  I took
off, my cock already throbbing with a semi.  I finally got to his
place and walked up to the door, knocking.
        "Come in..." I heard him say in an effeminate voice.  I
knew today was going to be fun!  I walked in the front door and he
said, "In the kitchen.."  I beelined it there.
        Standing at the counter was my brother, but looked more
like my sister.  He had on a long, blond wig, full makeup, black
see-through gown, a black bra, black garterbelt with black nylons
attached, and black pump heels!
        "Hi sweetie!  glad you could make it, honey!" he said
brightly, swaying.  "Hope you don't mind.. I really feel like a
fun time today.. are you interested, cutie?" he said, slithering
over to me, his hand running down my chest so I could see his fake
slut-red painted nails, then he leaned forward and kissed me on
the mouth, our tongues dueling.
        The sheer sensuality of the situation reduced me to a
quivering stack of aching hardon flesh!  I shivered, knowing it
was going to be a real, real, realllll fun afternoon!  My cock was
hard as a rock!
        "Oh honey, no I don't mind at all!" I shook, my finger
tracing down his belly to lightly touch his cock in his panties.
        "Oh yes, you forward little bitch, you!" he giggled,
grinding his cock into my hand.  Then he slowly unbuttoned my
shirt. "And what do we have under here?" he grinned, his lipstick
wide and bright.  "Ouuu, a black lace camisole!" and he rubbed my
nipples through it.
        Quickly I yanked from my pants pocket a sexy, lacy bra.
"I brought this.. hope it's ok.. it pushes my titties up real
nicely.." I smiled.  We both had worked hard to have a little
extra flab on our chests, so when we put on our underwire bras we
actually formed a nice cleavage like titties.
        "Oh yes, baby, let me help you with that.." he smiled,
pulling my camisole over my head, snapping the bra in place and
fluffing up my titties in it, kissing my mounds, leaving little
lipstick marks on them, and pulling my camisole back down.
        "Now, what else, sweetheart?" he asked, tantalizingly
undoing my belt, his nails scraping my zipper and my throbbing
cock underneath.  I'd bought my outfit for him special the other
day after he called me and hoped he would like it.
        "Ouuuuu babieeeee..." he groaned, staring at my new
garterbelt with little red bows on the black satin and lace, with
matching underpanty thong.  "Turn around, you hottie.." and I
shook my buns at him.  he bent down and kissed them!
        "Oh yes, honey.." he smiled wide.  My stockings were on
perfectly with the garters and he licked my inner thighs as he ran
his hands up and down my legs, then wrapped his arms around me and
kissed me fully, our cocks in our panties grinding together and
our stockings slithering on each other, weaving and swaying in a
passionate heat that made sexual titillation ooze from every pore,
both of us feeling the wildly erotic and horny, sexy, sensual
moment to it's fullest.  After we kissed we hugged, then both said
almost at the same time..."Why can't our wives give us that type
of turnon, or even try to?"  Our answer was, "'Cause they're cunts
and we're hot, horny bitches, that's why!" and laughed.
        As twin brothers growing up, we'd had all the usual
sibling rivalries and fights as any other brothers.  But, we both
had a high level of sexual heat inside us and regardless of
whatever we fought about, it was quickly forgotten when our cocks
were hard, which was usually any time we'd be alone.  We'd take
showers together and since I can remember we'd wash each other's
penises, feeling and playing with them because it felt so good. By
the time we were 12 or 13 we'd figured out it was sexier and
hornier to put our cocks in each others' mouths.  I can remember
distinctly when I was not much more out of grade school and mom
and dad were busy with something, we went into the playroom and
played with each others' cocks instead of toys and he told me to
get on my knees, which I did, and stroking his cock, he softly
said, "Go ahead.. suck on it.. put it in your mouth and suck it.."
I stared at his pee hole and the big knob head of his cock.  He
said, "Close your eyes and just do it.. oh please.." so I did.  I
closed my eyes and brought my lips to his cock.  Suddenly I was in
range of his groin and could smell his musky groin smell. Wow!  My
cock got hard instantly.  The smell turned me on soooo much.  I
opened my mouth and felt his cock slip between my lips... his cock
was in my mouth!  I heard him gasp, "Oh fuck it feels so hot..
fuck.. it feels sooo good.. suck it, bro.." and I started sucking
his cock!  Slowly at first, sliding my lips up and down his cock,
then further until my nose hit his belly and his cock was buried
deep in my mouth, my nose sniffing away.  I first became a
cocksucking slut that day!  I was soo turned on!  I started
sucking faster and he started pushing my head down on his cock,
both of us in rhythm, him groaning, "...feel my balls.. oh yeah..
oh fuck.. you're gonna make me cum.."  That sounded great to me!
I'd eaten my own cum and liked it so I knew I'd like my brother's
cum.  I wanted it, craved it.  I sucked his cock fervently and he
exploded in my mouth, cumming in several shots and I ate it right
down.  When he'd finished I let his cock slip from my mouth, but
not getting up until I'd kissed his cock and balls several times.
He smiled, said, "Now... you..." and I stood up as he slid down to
his knees.  Next thing I know he's sucking my cock.  Oh what a
wonderful feeling!
        He slowly went up and down it with his lips, getting
accustomed to the feel of it in his mouth, his tongue starting to
dance on the shaft like I did to him.  He looked up and into my
eyes and grinned as I moaned.  He knew he was giving me pleasure
and giving himself pleasure at the same time - we'd found
something we both loved and loved to do with each other!  A
secret, nasty, sexy, horny bond of both of us being mutual
cocksuckers.  It wasn't like only one would suck and the other
would receive - it was mutual, 100% to the other that sent the
thrill down our backbones as we fucked each others' hot
cocksucking mouths!  In that instant when our eyes met I knew I'd
found the meaning of 'brotherly love'!  I involuntarily started
humping my hips, it felt so good, and he egged me on, pulling on
my ass as he sucked harder and bobbed his head, nodding for me to
shoot in his mouth.  I shuddered and let my cum flow and he lapped
up every drop!
        We both collapsed on the bed, then rolled to each other,
suddenly overcum with the urge and kissed each other, tasting each
others' cum in our mouths and on our lips, sealing our passion for
each other at that moment.  It was tremendous!

        "Oh wow, hon, you're so fucking hard!" my brother smiled,
as he'd slipped to his stocking'd knees right there in the
kitchen, mouthing my cock in my panties.
        Brought back from my reverie of memories, I groaned,
"Yesss because I was thinking of you and me and when we started
all this and how horny I got then, and how horny it makes me right
now!  Suck on it a little, ok?" I begged.
        "Oh yess, but not all the way, ok, dearie?  We've got two
hours to play, let's keep it until the last, ok?" he smiled,
taking my cock out of the side of my panties and sucking on it.  I
groaned, my knees bending. He pulled off my cock and smiled,
"..there, will that make your sexy cock happy for a while?"
        "Oh yes, lover... " I groaned, tucking my cock back in my
panties, the precum oozing out and smearing them.  We both loved
it when our panties were soaked with precum and for the next hour
or more we did everything we could to get them to fill up.  He
cleaned windows with me right behind him, both of us taking turns
rubbing on each other, sticking our asses out to wriggle on each
others' cocks.  He did dishes while I got on my knees and licked
his asshole through his panties.  Every 5 minutes we'd kiss and
tongue each others' mouths, smearing our lipstick, then dash off
to the bathroom to reapply it, rubbing and touching each other.
We'd dry-hump each other at every opportunity. We'd go into the
livingroom and I'd lay over the arm of the chair and he'd grab my
hips and rub his pantied cock in the crack of my pantied ass and
hump me, the pressure on my asshole excruciatingly wonderful while
he'd hump my cock into the arm of the chair.  If either of us felt
ourselves getting close to cumming we'd stop, letting the precum
add more to our panties.
        We'd go upstairs and try on different outfits of his
wife's, squeezing into formal gowns or slutty panties he'd buy
her.  She never wore them so we did!  He'd buy them with the idea
we'd be wearing them anyways.  Of course, we'd strip each other
instead of ourselves, it was so much more fun feeling our hands on
each other, kissing and licking, touching, fondline while we'd
writhe in sexual heat from it.
        Occasionally he'd get out his books when he'd have
something new or just to look at old ones... pics he'd take of his
wife, of them having sex, etc.  He had many shots of her tits
which were big...
        "Here, go ahead, rub her titties.." he'd whisper in my
ear, licking it. I'd sit next to him on the couch, our stocking'd
legs rubbing together and reach over and take my finger, rubbing
it on the photograph as if I was playing with her tits.  While I'd
do that he'd reach into my lap and fondle my cock, tickling it,
talking sexy.
        "You like my wife's tits?  She's got real big ones.  I'll
take my cock and put it between her tits and make her jerk me off
until I cum on her face.  Wouldn't you like to see me cum like
that, baby?" he'd coo in my ear.
        Sometimes I'd take my own pics to show him of my wife.  He
loved seeing those and I'd do the same to him.  It was fun knowing
what each of our wives looked like naked, know how their pussyhair
curled, how big their nipples were, the shape of their asses
naked, what their pussies looked like spread open waiting for a
cock.  Later, under 'normal' circumstances when there'd be a
family gathering, we'd fondly look at each others' wives and see
them naked in our minds.  What a rush!
        Another game we'd play would be the call game.  I'd call
my wife from his wall phone in the kitchen, standing there in bra,
panties, garterbelt, stockings and high heels, my lipstick slut
red, talking to her about our car insurance whether we should
switch companies or not, trying to act as if I'm at a business
meeting while my brother would be on his knees in front of me
sucking my cock, playing with my balls, fingering my asshole,
etc., watching his slutty cocksucking painted lips go up and down
my cock.  Then he'd call his wife and I'd do the same to him.  We
both tried hard to get the other to lose his concentration while
talking!  That was the game and it was soo much fun!
        He lived way out in the country, too.  If it was summer
and nice and hot we'd take blankets and go out into his woodlot.
Halfway out he'd made a nice clearing and we'd spread our blankets
out, sunbathing and playing with each other, enjoying the hot sun
in our lingerie.  Then we'd strip each other naked and coat each
other with suntan lotion, slipping and sliding on each
other, slurping on each others' cocks or assfucking one another.
        Finally, though, we'd reach the 'cumpoint' where we
couldn't stand it any longer or we had to get going.  Invariably
he'd take me by the cock and caress me, then lead me upstairs by
the cock.  For some reason that really turned him on, and of
course it felt good to me too.  We'd stop on every landing and
kiss and tug on each others' cocks.  We'd go to his bedroom and
lay on the bed, or if we were oiled, he'd spread a rubber sheet
out.  We'd languish on each other, kissing and fondling, stripping
ourselves naked, rubbing and touching and kissing passionately,
our mouths finding each others' cocks.  WE'd 69 sometimes,
sometimes not, just sucking each other back and forth.  Finally
we'd tell each other what we wanted that day, whether to cum in
the other's mouth or to jerk off or to cum in the other's ass and
do our wishes with each other, culminating our afternoon and
spilling our cum into each other in whatever fashion was enjoyable
for the moment.
        Then, we'd gather up all our playthings and he'd throw in a
wash, along with anything else (like sheets, blankets, whatever)
we'd soiled.  Then we'd hop in the shower together, sometimes
wearing our lingerie or just panties.  We'd shower together like
we did when we were little kids, playing and pulling on each
other's cocks, taking turns sucking each other or fucking each
other under the hot spray. I don't know how many times I'd have my
hands on the wall, my legs spreadeagled, my ass jutting out as
he'd work his soapy, hard cock up my ass, grabbing me around the
waist with one hand and playing with my cock and balls with the
other and fuck the shit out of me, him cumming in my ass while I'd
cum in his hand.  Then we'd wash any traces of cum off us and make
sure we'd both washed off all our makeup, get out and dry off,
then kiss naked, our poor cocks rubbing together again, trying to
get that one last hardon before leaving. Sometimes I'd lean
against the sink and he'd kiss down me and suck my cock one last
time, drawing out any last vestiges of cum from me, and I'd return
the favor.  Other times, if we didn't get horny enough, we'd just
get dressed and he'd do his wash, having it all done and put away
by the time his wife would get home.  I'd leave him to do the wash
and give him a big kiss, 'until next time, lover' and leave, my
need for hot, horny, kinky sex satiated, at least for a while, and
him confessing the same later to me that he'd feel the same way.
We'd go on with our wives and lives like normal, doing the quicky
missionary thing that was all our wives would let us do, them
thinking they'd satisfied us, but deep down we'd know we'd get
back together again to fully enjoy ourselves in another month or
two....

Copyright Frackett

Did you like this story?  What would you like to see in Part 2?
Feel free to email me your comments with Nifty in subject line
to -    frackett@hotmail.com    - I'll try to reply to every
email!  Thanks, Fred, the author.