Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 09:52:52 +1100
From: Robert A. Armstrong <rob.aa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolie - Chapter 19

This chapter represents a continuation of the original story. If you have
not read the previous chapters, I suggest that you do, so that you can
understand the characters. Or, at least read chapter 18!

If relationships between boys and men is not your scene, or if you're under
age, or if it is not legal for you to be reading this, then please leave,
now, before somebody finds out!

Otherwise, enjoy!


From chapter 18

As we walk, and Will tells me how thrilled both he and `Big Willie' are to
have found each other and some of the things that his dad can do for him, I
have to add some good news of my own. "Will, there is something that I
really need to tell you."

"What is it... cousin, Tom?" he says and hugs me while we walk.

"Yeh, it's about that. Do you remember a certain promise that I made you?
The one promise that I haven't kept yet?"

"Yes. But, it doesn't apply to being cousins, though, does it?" I can't
discern his mood from the tone of his voice.

"Will, my news may come as a shock to you, but we are going shopping
for... an enema kit, lube and condoms. We will need them all... later
tonight. I never break a promise."

I'll explain it to him when I think the moment is right.

"Hell, yeh!" he shouts.



Chapter 19



We walk. It's obvious that Will is excited. So am I. The two of us are
anticipating losing our virginity - to each other. However, while Will
believes that he and I are cousins, I now know that we are brothers. Hey,
half-brothers still counts! My only dilemma is when and how to tell
him. Should I tell him now? Or before we do it? Or when he has his cock
firmly planted inside me? Or afterwards? No, not afterwards! It has to be
earlier.

"Tom, are you listening to me?" He interrupts my thoughts.

"Sorry, Will. I was somewhere else... I'll tell you later. What were you
saying?"

"Well, cousin...," he begins, and I smile and try to envisage his reaction
when I tell him our real relationship. "I was saying what a great guy your
Uncle Bill, my dad, is. How come you never told me anything about him?" I
realise that I need to choose my words carefully. He's my father too.

"What can I say? Uncle Bill has always been the comedian in our
family. And, believe it or not, today is the first time that I've seen him
for almost three years. I used to see much more of him when I was
younger. When you first told me about `Big Willie' and the fact that he was
only in the village for a single day, I thought briefly, `yeh, he sounds
just like my uncle,' who used to drop in and out of our lives, travelling
the world. We never knew where he was until, at the most unexpected times,
he would just show up. Then, just as quickly, he would be gone again. What
do you think of his car?"

"You mean that yellow thing behind yours in the driveway?"

"Yeh. I guess that it's his latest new toy. Ever heard of a `Ferrari'?"

"Yes, but I thought that they were racing cars."

"Will, if that piece of machinery had wings, it would certainly take
off. Those things can go faster than many small planes. I'm sure he'll take
you for a ride in it... if he's in town long enough."

"Hell, yeh!" I expected that response. I just hope that Uncle Bill doesn't
leave his newly-found son and disappear for a couple of more years. "You
know what... my... dad... said to me?" He mouths the words slowly,
savouring the reality that he now has somebody whom he can actually call
`my dad'.

"Will, I can't imagine what he said to you. It took me years to work out
when he was serious and when he was joking. It's a game that I see he still
enjoys. You've heard him already - the wise crack about the clone being
better than the original!"

"Yes, well, that was obviously not a joke! He was serious." I think, `my
young brother has already turned into a little brat. I pretend to be
mortally wounded by his remark, and he laughs.

"So, Tom, do you think that he would have been serious when he asked me to
go travelling with him?" Will stops and looks at me for some confirmation
as to whether Uncle Bill was joking or not. The question stuns me.

Although I would be thrilled for Will to see more of the state and the
country and the world, my own feelings and motivations would be devastated
if he were leave me, and the village, and the school and Jake and Karl and
Kurt and Marty. Anna he could do without!

I would be more miserable at losing him now than if I'd never met him. He's
part of me. I could not endure what would feel like an amputation. Not now!
I've succumbed to his magnetism; I'm attracted to him - his youthfulness,
his body, his wit, his grin, his muscle tone, his needs, his talent and his
love. I've begun merging my very being with his. Our physical appearances
are becoming the least of our `oneness'.

Will breaks into my thoughts for the second time in a few minutes. "Tom!
Hello! Where are you?"

"Huh? Oh, Will, I'm so sorry. I did it again, didn't I?"

"You're giving me the creeps, Tom. What's going on?"

I take a deep breath. "I was just thinking, Will. This is all so sudden. My
mind is on a roller coaster - for you as well as for me. How do you, feel
about travelling around with Unc..., umm, your dad?" I can feel a definite
wavering in my voice, that will surely betray my own feelings.

"I'm really confused, Tom. It's scary. I like the thought of spending time
with my dad, the man I've never known, the famous photographer, and seeing
some of the places that he's seen. But what would I do? I mean, not just
what would I do with him, but what would I do without you? And the guys at
home?" Aha! I thought so - he seems to be feeling exactly what I am
feeling!

"Will, I don't think that Uncle Bill wants you to throw your stuff into his
car and leave with him tomorrow. And I have no idea of where he'll be
heading or what he'll be doing. I think we should talk to him about what's
going through his mind, don't you? After all, having a son is all new to
him too."

Will puts his arm around my waist, firmly and unashamedly. I put my near
arm over his opposite shoulder, pull him towards me in a quick display of
encouragement and we continue to walk with our hands still in place. Nobody
stares at us as I first suspected and feared that they might. This feels
very comfortable. Will and me!

Lost in our own thoughts, I feel Will lower his hand into my back
pocket. He spreads his palm to encompass my butt cheek. I slide my hand
deliberately from his shoulder down into his own pocket, just enjoying the
contraction and relaxation of his muscle as we walk. Then I give his firm
glute a gentle squeeze. He squeezes mine in response, then turns and stares
into my eyes, beaming an absolute look of contentment. His smile speaks,
`happiness'; his eyes sing, `love'.

I am torn between what I want to do, and what I feel is OK to do right
here, right now, in public. Ultimately, I settle for a compromise. I stop,
take Will by the shoulders and kiss him once on each cheek. In our
cosmopolitan community, this family and friendly greeting is witnessed
hundreds of times each day - women and women, men and women, men and men. I
think that Will is somewhat stunned by my overt display, but he just smiles
at me and repeats the greeting - perhaps with a little more affection than
would be common between straight men. Haha!

As we reach the Mall, I explain my modus operandi: "Will, there is a large
self-service, self-check-out pharmacy just a little way along, so there
will be no potentially-embarrassing engagement with staff. We won't need to
whisper anything to each other - that would only draw attention. We can
talk together normally, act relaxed and be confident. I'll gather what I
think we need.

I make my choices - a douching system containing a bag that allows for the
slow release of water instead of a hose-cupped-onto-the-tap system that
gives me an instant image of sticking a fire hose up my butt. Gentle is
best, for me, and Will. Flavoured lube. Ultra-thin condoms, medium
size. Two cans of deodorant (LOL) and some toothpaste.

Self serve. Self scan. Card swipe. Pincode. It's done! I think about how
difficult such a purchase would be back in `big town' for a young guy -
having to explain to the shopkeeper what he wants and then having to endure
embarrassing looks and questions. Then there's always the potential for the
shopkeeper to say something to the kid's dad, or worse, his mum. We are,
indeed, fortunate here.

We start our return walk, one arm over each other's shoulder,
buddy-style. Any looks that we get are directed more at our faces than
anywhere else. `Twins?' I can almost imagine that question from their eyes,
rather than `Gay?' This gives me an added measure of confidence in being
here with Will.

Ignoring both tonight's anticipated love making (even though it permeates
my consciousness about every 30 seconds) and Uncle Bill's travelling
suggestion, our conversation focuses on the differences between this place
and the village - the height of the buildings, the number and variety of
cars, the crowd of (yes, beautiful) people, the apparent acceptance of
overt displays of affection, even between men. How will we ever cope back
there?

We arrive home.

I can see that Mum, Dad and Uncle Bill are out on the deck overlooking the
pool. I ask Will to take our `goodies' up to my room and that, if he feels
comfortable, to bring down his art portfolio, and to collect Sis on the
way.

I walk through the kitchen, grabbing a lemonade on the way, to join my
enigmatic trio of parents. They all stand and I feel as though I'm being
greeted by an interview panel. Then Dad gives me a hug. "Glad you're
here. Can we have a quick chat with you?" Uncle Bill also gives me a hug -
something that he's never done previously - punching my shoulder has been
more his style. Mum wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.

This is weird behaviour. Something's up!

Dad gets straight to the point, possibly anticipating very little
alone-time together without Sis or Will around. "Thomas, we've all had a
heart-to-heart and your mother and I have filled Bill in on our little
secret." I look from Dad to Mum and then Uncle Bill, who reaches across the
table, placing his hand over my own, and giving it a few paternal pats.

"We realise that, sooner or later, you will want to tell Will, and maybe
some others, of your true relationship with him, but we have a request of
you."

The major apprehension that has been pinballing around in my head is calmed
when Uncle Bill takes over. "Thomas, we think it would be best if people
were told that you are the result of an IVF programme, with my donated
sperm because of your father's teenage bike accident having rendered him
virtually infertile. This would also preserve your mother's integrity -
based on what they have already told you about the three of us."

My brain is a bit quicker than usual - IVF with Uncle Bill's donated
sperm. Hmm. Perfect! Just we four would know that it's only the method of
fertilisation that is at odds with the story.

"Done deal!" I surprise myself at my apparent lack of deliberation. They
all look shocked - well, relieved.

Mum speaks up, "Thank you darling. We weren't sure whether you'd go along
with that and keep the full story secret - knowing your disposition towards
telling the truth about everything."

I stand and give her a hug, then say to all of them, "Thanks, guys. You've
just relieved me of a lot of pressure. But please let me tell Will. OK?"
They all agree and there is hugging all `round as Sis and Will appear.

At the same time, my heart is aching to tell them my own secret. They have
taken a huge risk in sharing their truth with me. Can I trust them to be as
open-minded when I tell them about me? And Will? Not now! Not tonight!
Maybe tomorrow! Or next week before we leave! But definitely without Sis
around! But, then again, if she were present at the time, maybe they
wouldn't react quite as badly. I feel sick. I want to relieve my inner
stress and be `out of the closet' but I can't find the words to tell
them. And, what can I say without making things bad for Will? If I profess
my sexuality to them, I'll automatically out him as well. Shit!

Sis terminates my nightmare. "Mum, Dad, Uncle Bill, do you want to see
Will's work? He's just shown me some. It's amazing." Then she giggles, "So
is he."

Mum says, "Why don't we all go back into the lounge room? We can put on the
jug and have seconds of dessert.

Will's enthusiastic "Hell, yeh!" quickly trails off into a subdued, "I
mean... thank you Mrs Grant."

"Amelia, why don't you help Will set up, and let us know when he's ready,"
mum suggests. Sis practically drags Will back into the lounge room,
gushing, all the way, over her newly-found cousin and his work.

Dad heads for the jug and the mugs. Mum retrieves the dessert. Uncle Bill
indicates for me to walk in front of him, then puts his hand on my shoulder
and gives it a squeeze. "We should spend some time together, Thomas. I
didn't know that I had one son, let alone two. I am so thrilled, but I hope
this will not change the relationship between you and your mum and
dad. They would be devastated if it did. They both love you very deeply."

"That won't be a problem, Unc... Umm. Is it OK if I still call you `Uncle
Bill'?"

"Sure thing! I know that we'd all like that, and for you to keep calling my
brother your `dad'." I'm ecstatic. I'm certain that Will will be as well
when I tell him. He's always yearned for a brother, just as I have.

"Ready!" Sis shouts.

"C'mon. Let's go and see what your young brother has spent his energy in
doing."

`Young brother' has a warming, exciting and fantasy-fulfilling sound to it.

One of the armchairs has been turned to support Will's folder, like an
easel, so that everyone can see easily. We all settle and Will begins to
turn over each piece, one at a time. There are many pictures that I've not
seen previously, Among the `oohs' and `aahs' from everybody else, Uncle
Bill is a little more detailed in his praise with comments on composition,
balance, colour, line and other artistic terms. Sitting the nearest to
Will, he studies each piece intently, nodding, humming and voicing his
approval through Will's assortment of horses, landscapes and portraits.

"Remarkable!" he says. At one point he suddenly remembers that he has some
coffee and dessert to deal with and so leans back a little. "Who taught
you, Will? Where have you studied?" Uncle Bill asks, between mouthfuls.

Will looks at him blankly. "What do you mean?"

"You know, where did you learn to lay out the elements of these pictures
and to mix the colours and to capture the facial features and expressions
so perfectly?"

Will responds, almost apologetically, "I, umm, just put down what I
see. Nobody showed me anything."

Uncle Bill reclines totally into his seat and gulps the remainder of his
coffee. "Unbelievable!" I can tell from his face that the wheels spinning
in his mind are red-lining. "I know people who just have to see these! You
probably have no idea how good you really are, son."

I look at Will, and mouth exaggeratedly to him, "I told you so". I've seen
Will blush a few times previously, but not to this extent.

We look at a few more and then I think that they've all had a good sample
for one night. Will is flattered but he and I have other `commitments' to
keep before we fall asleep.

"Guys, is it OK if we call it a night? Will and I have driven a long way
today. I'm sure that I can hear my bed calling me."

Uncle Bill looks at his watch and apologises for keeping us up late. Then
he asks, "Would it be all right if I take you two to lunch tomorrow? I have
a couple of meetings in the morning then the rest of my day is free." Will
and I look at each other and accept his invitation.

Hugs all `round and he's gone. At this time of night, his yellow toy makes
an impressive noise as it growls its way north along the sea front.

"Can you teach me to do faces like you do?" Sis puts to Will.

"Sure thing, cousin!" he replies. Amelia smiles so broadly that her face
reminds me of a rubber mask. "But not tonight. OK? I really need to freshen
up and dive into bed." Sis nods her `consent'.

I think, "Hell, yeh!"

We say our good-nights, with extra-long hugs from Mum and Dad, with kisses
from Mum for both Will and me.

Will leads the way upstairs. I'm right behind him and, when I'm sure that
nobody can see, I can't resist reaching up and squeezing his butt
cheeks. He giggles, almost appreciatively.

We step inside my bachelor pad then I turn to lock the door. Nobody will
come up here but the extra security is reassuring.

Even while I am still turning the lock, Will presses his body against my
back. I can feel his arousal against my butt and I start to swell too.

"Oh, Tom, I'm so turned on," he whispers seductively and kisses my neck
which is one of my `hot spots' that he's learned. I shudder and groan. He
reaches around and fondles my stuff then grabs my hips and begins thrusting
his hard-on against me. Then, just as suddenly, he lets go. "I had to
stop. I think I was gonna cum."

I laugh, "We have all night for that! Anyway, let's not waste good loving
time. Let's check out what I bought at the Mall."

Will retrieves everything from under his pillow and we sit side-by-side on
my bed. I explain, again, what an enema is and how the device works: the
probe has little holes so that the water can spread out as it goes in; a
little bit of lube helps it go in the first time in case you are really
tight; the little tap helps you regulate the flow of water in and stops the
flow when you need to sit on the toilet.

"You know you're ready when what comes out is basically clean water. The
first flush is always the worst." I hold my nose and he laughs.

He `gets' the use of the lube.

I also repeat the health reasons why people should use a condom. He's
smart. Too smart, and asks, "Tom, you and I are both virgins, so why do we
need to use condoms?"

"I'm sure that we don't need to, Will, but I would like you to know how to
use one anyway. And, hey! That doesn't mean that we have to use one the
second time we do it tonight."

"Second time?" Will brightens considerably.

"Yeh. My guess is that once will not be enough to satisfy either of us. I'm
feeling really excited. How about you?"

"Hell, yeh!" He grabs me, lays me back on my bed and starts kissing me. We
both swell up again.

"OK. You want to flush first? I bought us each our own probe - just to be
doubly clean."

I help him set up, question him reassuringly about the process and then
leave him to have some privacy. I strip off and lay myself on the bed, just
toying with my full erection and contemplating making love to my little
brother. I think that he flushes four times before emerging with a big grin
on his face.

"I'm ready!" he chirps.

I pick up my probe and head for the bathroom. "Won't keep you long," I
smirk.

Having finished flushing, I emerge into the bedroom, Will is standing naked
in front of my full-length mirror, watching himself flex his muscles. In
the light of the twin bedside lamps he looks stunningly handsome, even
beautiful! I ogle his back from head to foot, dwelling longer on his slim
hips and the muscular curves and shadow of his glutes, which I will soon
delight in parting!

Making eye contact with him in the mirror, I walk up behind him and simply
lean my front against his back and rub my hands up and down his body.

I stare at his reflection. The hair. The eyes. The smile. The body. His pec
muscles are firm and his nipples seem erect. His abs are divided by the
lines of shallow but definite depressions. His wispy treasure trail leads
my eyes straight to his ample thatch of curly pubic hair. So brown! So
natural! So beautiful! If I couldn't see any more of him, I would still be
thrilled. But his semi-aroused cock and round balls complete his
tantalising `package'.

I reach around and rake my fingers through his pubes as he did to me on
that very night that he visited my bed for our first mutual jack-off. I
gently fondle his balls and give his cock a couple of firm tugs. It
hardens. He leans back onto me fully. With one hand he reaches around,
grasps and kneads one of my butt cheeks. With the other hand he reaches
over his shoulder and ruffles his fingers through my curly hair. All the
while he is watching us in the mirror. I kiss his neck and he shudders.

"Ready to do it?" I ask tenderly.

"Hell, yeh," he whispers.

"OK, but there's no need to rush. Let's start in the shower." I take his
hand and lead him back to the bathroom, checking that there are fresh
towels at hand. I regulate the water temperature, step in, and beckon him
to me. He closes the screen door behind him.

We've done this previously and he knows exactly what to do. The difference
is that this time it will only be the foreplay.

"Will, before we do this, there is something else that I need to tell you."

"What did you forget? Is it going take long? I feel so horny that I could
burst at any time."

"No, I didn't forget anything. This is new. It's about my family."

"What? You need to tell me something about your family... now?"

"Patience, Will, please. You'll understand in a minute." I pull him to me
in a close hug and he links his hands behind my head, staring into my eyes,
almost demanding an explanation for the delay.

"Will, I found out something only today. When my Dad was younger he had a
bike accident and damaged his testicles. Mum and Dad thought that they
would never be able to have children So, unusual as it was then, even
before they were married they decided, and obtained permission, to go
through what's called an IVF process, except using another man's sperm to
fertilise my mother's egg." I Pause. No comment from Will. He's still
staring at me.

I continue, "the sperm was donated by my Dad's brother, my uncle, your
dad." I wait to see if there's any response now. None yet!

It looks as though I will have to fill in the blanks. "So, Mr William
O'Brien, Uncle Bill is actually my father. Do you know what that means?"
Another pause. Then I tease, "It means that I'm not really your cousin.:

Will at first relaxes his arms, almost dejectedly, but then I feel them
tighten considerably. He starts, "Do you mean...? Do you mean...? Do
you...?" and then he bursts into tears, collapsing onto me. He grasps my
shoulders, pushes us apart, burning his gaze into my eyes and sobs, "Do you
mean to tell me that you and I...?" I simply nod. We both burst into
tears. We press our bodies together and rub each other's back and sides,
letting the tender touching express the emotions what words cannot.

I compose myself enough to splutter out... "It means, Will, that the two
guys who are about to give their virginity to each other are really and
truly big brother and little brother, just as we had fantasised!"

He mutters, "OMG. So that's why we are so much alike. I can't believe it. I
can't believe that I actually got to meet my brother. What are the
chances?" It seems to be more of a thought that he has allowed to escape
rather than a conversation-starter.

We hug, we kiss, we frot, we lick, we massage. We even indulge in a little
sucking of each other's stiffness, but only enough to heighten the
sensations of the moment.

"Bro," I say, "It's time for you to prepare my hole. I'm going play with
yours too, but you'll have to do a lot more to loosen me up. I can see how
big you are." He giggles at that. "Just do what comes naturally. I'll help,
if necessary."

I soap up his crack, play with his hole and insert my middle finger,
slowly. He enjoys this. I push it right in and pull it almost out, twisting
it around to vary the sensation. He loves this!

He grabs the soap. I can tell that he is anxious. I put my hands on the
wall, bend forward and part my legs for him. He repeats my actions with one
finger.

"Now use your index and middle fingers together. But start slowly," I
encourage him. My idea of `slow' must be different to his. I feel a
stabbing pain and I flinch.

"Sorry, Tom! Are you OK?"

"Yeh, buddy, but go slowly. Slow is better." He becomes very cautious and,
gradually, he has the two fingers working in and out together. "You're
doing great, Will. Keep going." I soon suggest that it's time to add a
third fingertip, and remind him to continue going slowly. We each feel my
muscles clamp down on his fingers and I encourage a steady rhythm of
keeping still while they contract and then pushing just a little farther
each time they relax. After a while he is pushing them in as far as they
will go. "Spread them and twist them for a little bit more, just so I am
fully stretched."

Then I say, "OK, It's time. Towel off quickly and go and get onto my
bed. Take this clean towel with you." I wipe the excess water from my body
and join him. I hand him the lube and say, "Do it again, with this." I get
on all fours, part my legs for him and he repeats the fingering with lube.

I wasn't sure whether I should sit down on him to take him in slowly, but I
figure that he'll love and remember it better doing it doggy-style. While
he's lubing me and preparing me, I undo a condom and hand it to him, ready
to roll down on his steel-hard pole. He manages quite easily. I suggest
that he lube up his cock as well. He waddles up close to me and I feel his
cock against my butt. I back up to him and pull my cheeks apart. "Slowly!"
is all I say.

With my butt and hands, I feel where his sausage is, and back right up to
his cock head. "Let me push first," I say, and lean my weight back onto
him. He's in place. I push back slowly. He's prepared me well. I feel his
head gradually slip through the tight ring. Then it clamps on
him. "Wait. Just like with the fingers," I tell him. I take a few deep
breaths and try to relax. "Now!" I say, and he pushes. "Slowly!" I feel the
penetration.

"I'm in, Tom. I'm inside you! I can feel it. OMG. I can feel your
heat. It's so fantastic. OMG." I push back a bit more, meeting his gentle
thrust. There is some stretching pain, but I don't want Will to know that
I'm hurting. We continue until I feel his wiry pubes rubbing against my
butt I say, "You're in as far as you can get, bro. Wait a bit then go for
it! Enjoy yourself!"

He starts slowly then picks up speed, gripping my hips for support and
leverage. "Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh," he grunts as he thrusts. Then, after what
seems only a minute or so, he freezes and cries out, "No! Not yet! Oh, no!
I'm gonna..." He thrusts hard and I feel his body spasm... and spasm! He
wraps his arms around my chest and lays his head on my back. I wait for his
multiple ejaculations to subside then I lower myself onto my stomach
slowly, taking Will with me. He's still panting.

"Relax bro, and just enjoy what you are feeling right at this moment." I
feel his body weight fully on my back. I wiggle my butt and can feel his
still-engorged meat. I lie still, listening to his heavy breathing against
my ear, feeling the rise and fall of his chest on my back, absorbing his
body heat, and thinking about his cock - still inside me, still hard.

There was no prostate-stimulating ecstasy for me, but knowing that my
handsome little brother was having his very first fuck - in me - was
excitement enough. I nearly blew a load myself, just thinking about him,
and sharing his thrill.

After a few minutes Will withdraws his chunkiness and rolls onto his
back. I grab some tissues, wipe the excess lube from between my legs then
ease off his condom and wrap it in more tissues. He puts out his hand for
tissues to wipe himself. "No, bro, I'm going to do that for you." I lick
and suck him clean. He is ultra-sensitive and winces once or twice. Then I
lie back next to him, interlacing my fingers with his.

"You liked that, did you?" I ask facetiously.

"OMG. Hell yeh, Tom!" He pauses and then says, "But I also want you to feel
what I've just felt and I want to feel what it was like for you too. I want
to feel your cock inside me. Lube me up!"

The kid doesn't mince his words. I am tempted to indulge in some more
foreplay, but I'm already on a knife edge. I don't think that I would last
long enough to get inside him.

I tell him to lie flat on his stomach. Kneeling between his legs, I massage
his glutes. I love them. I push his thighs and cheeks apart to reveal his
flattened balls, above which is his pink, puckered hole. I rub my finger
across it. I take the lube and grease his crack then focus on the entrance
to his tunnel of love-making. In the position that I've currently assumed,
so far up between his legs, it's easier for me to insert my thumb to
overcome his initial tightness. Besides, I can still play with his glutes
while I'm doing this. I feel his ring grasp and release my thumb. Multiple
times. He moans with pleasure.

"OK. Up on your knees," I say. "I want to do it exactly the same way as you
did." More lube. One finger, then two, then three. Very slowly and
deliberately. I don't want to hurt him. "OK, Will. Get the condom ready,
and you can put it on me." I move so that he is able to turn and do it.

"Nice," is all he says as he rolls it down my shaft. More lube. Then I rub
myself up and down his crack, pausing at his hole multiple times and giving
a little poke to test him. Then I take a breath, position myself and push
directly inwards. He helps by pulling his cheeks apart and leaning back.

As soon as I feel myself start to slide into him, I stop and whisper, "Here
comes the rest of my cock, little bro. Relax now." Will puts his head and
arms down on my pillow and I begin to slowly ease in and out of him. It's a
fantastic feeling. "Oh, Will, I love this. OMG. I love you." I gradually
work myself all the way in, savouring his body heat enveloping my cock.

"Do it!" he tells me. My deliberate but slow and oh-so-stimulating
long-dicking soon becomes something akin to frenzied rutting, and I know I
can't last. I don't want to last. I want to come while I'm inside him. I
grab his body, lean on him and, with a final thrust, begin to unload. I
moan and groan and Will begins to do the same. Suddenly I feel his body
tense and I can tell that he has cum again.

"Oh, shit, Tom. I didn't know that could happen!" Again, we collapse
together and simply rub each other's body lightly, wherever our hands can
reach. I slide my hand around him, scoop up some of his cum and gently
smear it up and down his shaft.

After enjoying the euphoria, I dispose of my condom, and Will wants us to
69 to clean each other up. So nice!

That done, we settle into our favourite position together - me spooning up
to him with my arm across his chest. He likes to rub my thigh and butt and
play with my cock with his `free' hand.

"Oh, Tom. I had no idea that it would be so good. It felt fantastic sliding
my cock into you and unloading while I was inside you. Was it that good for
you too?"

"Hell, yeh!" I respond which elicits titters and giggles from both of
us. "Will, you have no idea how many times I've thought of making love to
you like that, but the feeling of actually doing it was way, way better
than I ever imagined." I kiss his neck. He groans and shudders. "Rest a
bit," I whisper, "then we can do it again, bareback - no condoms. What do
you say?"

I know what is going to come out of his mouth, so I voice it in unison with
him. That sets off our laughter again.

He turns his body to face me. We cuddle and just enjoy the sensations of
the moment. We plant light, sensitive kisses on each other's face, lips and
neck.

I turn away from him and allow him to spoon up to me. He loves this too. He
wiggles his pelvis and I feel his meat nestle into the length of my
crack. We drift off into a light sleep.

I stir. Will whispers, "I didn't want to wake you. You are beautiful, Tom,
while you are sleeping." Then, he starts to stroke my body - chest,
abdomen, thighs and butt. He avoids my cock.

"Want to do it now?" I ask him. He hums a positive response - not exactly
what I was anticipating, but I feel his cock rapidly harden against me. I
wiggle my butt enough to know that he is rigid. I feel his heartbeat and
his breathing quicken. I reach for the lube and squeeze some into his
hand. "Just like before - slowly," I say. "Let's do it like this, on our
sides." Then I add, "in the dark." He's going to have to `feel' his way. I
reach to switch off the bed lamps.

He's already in position. He uses his lube-covered fingers to find my hole
and prepare me. I feel him greasing his pole, then he spoons up really
close. He pushes. His cock slides between my thighs, under my
balls. "Missed!" I joke. He pulls back and then misses again. "Higher," I
tell him, enjoying both the stimulation and his inexperienced
clumsiness. He pokes again and it slides up my crack. "You want me to turn
the light back on?"

He slaps my butt. "Very funny!" We both laugh and I'm enjoying the
playfulness without being too serious. Then I feel him grasp his shart and
run it slowly down my crack, head-first, until he comes to the
`indentation'. "I've got you now! There's no escape from my snake," he
giggles, then pushes slowly. He slides in and pushes all the way. I ignore
and hopefully hide the diminishing twinges of pain.

Then begins a series of retractions and thrusts and `ooh's and `aah's and
`ugh's, interspersed with multiple `OMG's and `fantastic's. Having cum
twice already, he is able to last longer, and varies his speed and depth
and angles to derive maximum pleasure from the experience.

I love the feel of the depression of his pelvis `docking' with the curve of
my butt, his pubic bush tickling my skin, and the sensation of his his cock
exploring my tube. A few times he pops out and he deliberately thrusts
between my thighs and along my crack, laughing, `missed' and `missed
again', before plunging back in. This is so much fun for me, knowing the
pleasure that Will is deriving from it.

He becomes motionless and says, "I'm gonna cum. Do I pull out?"

"No, Will. Give it to me deep. This time I want to feel your stuff flood my
insides."

To heighten the sensation for him, I contract my butt, and my internal
muscles grasp his cock. I reach behind him to feel his glutes
thrusting. Very sexy!

"Cumming! Cumming! Cummmm..., Aaaarghh!" and he lets fly. He holds me tight
while he empties himself. I savour the sensation of his heat spreading
inside me. I roll onto my stomach, gripping his cock inside me with all the
muscles that I can muster to the task. He rolls with me and collapses his
perspiration-soaked body on top of me: moaning, groaning, cooing. Heavy
breathing.

I say, "I think that there'll be a lot more for me to clean up this
time. It felt like you really filled me up."

"Tom, my wonderful big brother, it felt so fantastic letting go inside you
while you were squeezing me. You'll have to teach me how to do that
too. You want to do me now?"

I respond, "Hey, aren't you tired? Don't you want to rest a bit first?"

"Well, sort of, but I'll bet that you really want to have a go too and do
it like that to me. I want to make you happy. And I want to feel my big
brother's cock and hot stuff inside me too. I want to feel your body shake
and jerk around as you empty your balls into me. Besides, you'll be doing
most of the work, won't you?"

I smile and tell him, "I'd like to try it a bit differently this time." I
turn on one of the lamps. I hand him the tissues and explain that I need to
`empty myself' first. I grab the towel, push it between my legs to prevent
`leaks' while I waddle to the toilet. I dump his load into the bowl, admire
the quantity of it, then wipe myself and flush.

Will is lying on his back, semi-flacid cock resting sideways on his pelvis
among his `short and curlies'. I reach for his legs and swing his body
around to that his butt is positioned right at the edge of the bed, with
his legs dangling, almost to the floor.

"What are you doing?" Will asks, looking at me quizzically.

I reply, "You've seen all the pics in Marty's porn magazine, haven't you?"
I don't wait for any semblance of a `confession', but continue, "There are
some pics of guys doing it in this position, so I'm going to have your legs
on my shoulders while I slide into you. That way, we can see each other's
expressions. I want to watch your face, and remember it forever.

"Hell, yeh," he growls.

I tell him to pull his knees up and put his feet flat on the bed. I grasp
his ankles and kneel on the floor. I lick his inner thighs, balls, cock
(giving it a few sucks), then go lower, licking his perineum and then I
touch my tongue to his hole. He jumps. "Keep still, bro... if you can. Just
let me do this."

As I lick him and probe him with my tongue, he begins to whimper.

"Hmm, strawberries. Nice! I'll add the cream," I joke to ease the building
tension. He giggles. I continue until I feel him relax. Then I take the
lube and begin to work on him with my fingers. With a three-finger spread
accomplished, I liberally grease my rock-hard cock. I stand between his
legs, lean over him and kiss up and down his body before taking his ankles
onto my shoulders.

"See, my cock can find its own way in, from here." It is poised right at
his entrance. I hold it with one hand and guide it inwards. Slowly but
surely. I look at Will's face. He is staring at me. Smirking! I ease
forward, past the tightness and focus on my cock slowly disappearing into
his widened hole. I glance at him. He has closed his eyes and tilted his
head backwards.

He opens his eyes, lifts his head and watches as I rock my pelvis back and
forth, sliding my cock in and out of him. I bite my bottom lip, close my
eyes and focus on the reality that I am fucking my little brother. I open
my eyes and he is grinning at me. I smirk back and pick up speed. He begins
to raise his hips to meet my thrusts and we synchronise.

My consciousness registers that we are both groaning and enjoying the
ecstasy. Then it happens. On one of my thrusts he lets out a squeal. His
ring starts to spasm around my cock, pushing me over the edge. I hold his
legs up behind his knees while I pump into him, watching my cock, his hole,
his face, his contracting abs and his cock as it shoots, again.

I stay in this position for as long as I can. I feel my legs starting to
turn to jelly. I reach for the towel, pull out of him and thrust it between
his legs so that my stuff won't pour out. He turns on the bed and I spoon
up behind him. Yes, I'm hot and wet and sweaty and sticky, but who cares?

There is much muttering of `Oh, Will' and `Oh, Tom', a few mild expletives
of joy and we fall into deep sleeps.

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After showering together, Will and I are sitting opposite one another,
devouring our breakfast sausages and eggs after having already finished our
cereal. I guess that we are acting weirdly this morning. Smiling at each
other. Cheeky grins. Raised eyebrows. The odd kick under the table.
Childish giggles.

Mum suddenly breaks into our eating and small talk, "Are you boys OK? You
both seem different this morning. You appear to have a glow about you. If
one of you was a girl, I'd swear that you were both in love."

Shit! That broke the spell! My goose is cooked! Now what do I say? Silence!

However, yet again, Will replies faster than I could possibly have
contemplated, and definitely not what I would have said.

"Why would one of us need to be a girl, Mrs Grant?" He delivers the words
with such a straight face that it has the effect of freezing time! Picture
this: Mum has her knife in the marmalade. Dad has his coffee mug poised
ready to set down on the table and Sis has her mouth open to receive a
spoonful of cereal. Freeze frame!

Will keeps eating as though nothing has happened, seemingly aware of the
impact of his words. He is the only one moving. Maybe he's the only one
breathing.

Me? I want to run, but I'm paralysed with fear and about to either shit
myself or to throw up



To be continued...

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