Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 21:17:26 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: All My Children 7

AMC belongs to ABC and Disney. The story is mine, please do not distribute
or archive without my permission. Don't read if you aren't over 18 or the
age of majority in your area. And of course, this isn't real life, so you
may not want to consider incest or unprotected sex.

If you have any story ideas, complaints, or praises, PLEASE e-mail me at
knack6@hotmail.com

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The tape told the story. Scott Chandler shutting arrogant Chris Stamp up for
once in his loudmouth life by feeding him a healthy batch of tube steak. Ben
Shepherd riding Stamp's service revolver for all it's worth, tweaking his
meaty man-tits and smirking in ultimate pleasure as the oh-so-superior Chris
unwittingly bucks his hips for more friction, opens his jaw for more meat.
That went on for hours, coaxing long, powerful, slow explosions from Stamp's
cock, sitting on his face to give him a taste of his own seminal medicine.
Ben desperately wanted to flip the well-preserved beefcake over and pop his
overly ripe cherry, but visions of an insane, hobbling cop hunting him down
and plugging bullets into him stopped his impulses for once.

Scott had gone back to his university, and Chris promised to lay off the
fire investigation. Ben didn't really believe him, but he could come up with
a contingency plan. Lately he'd been too busy tracking down the Proteus
money to think of the fire investigation. Money that had revealed itself as
nothing more than worthless stocks, and more fun time spent with good
brother Leo's wife Greenlee Smythe, the biggest bitch in the world, with the
worst weedwhacker hairdon't imaginable. He always imagined that her stylist
hated her even more than most of Pine Valley did.

*thump thump*

Hearing the request for entrance, Ben shut off his VCR and put the tape
away. On the other side of the door was his aforementioned sibling, Leo
DuPres.

"Hey, bro, just wondered how you were."

Ben stretched his arm around Leo's toned shoulders and led him to the couch.
It felt right to touch Leo, a touch that Ben had yearned for his whole life.

"Fine. Did something happen with Nessa?"

Shaking his head no, Leo laid his hand on Ben's leg, staring intently at his
latest new relative. He still hadn't gotten used to Trey...Ben without the
glasses, or the smirk. But there was something about Ben that fascinated
him, a closeness in a different way than he felt for David.

"I just wanted you to..."

On and on Leo went. Ben swallowed, straining to pay attention, too busy
drowning in Leo's puppy dog eyes to listen intently. When he tried to look
away, he was captivated by the breathtakingly sculpted face, and the blue
V-Neck sweater showing just a hint of his sculpted torso.

"...don't listen to Greenlee. You're my brother, and I love you. I can't
tell you how much I regret the way I..."

Leo was welling up, and even though Ben told himself he should use this to
his advantage, he found himself getting emotional as well. Kendall,
Greenlee, Chris, everyone were always judging him, waiting for him to screw
up, but Leo was...different. Genuine. For the first time in too many years
to count, Ben let his heart take over, and clasped Leo's hands in his. So
delicate, such nimble, flawless digits. Ben fought back a sudden urge to
suckle them.

"Don't. Do not apologize. I gave you every reason to distrust me. You have
no reason to trust me now. No one else does. Yet there you are, beside me,
defending me, caring about me. Do you know how long I've waited for that?
For someone who loves me? I'd given up. And now I have you, a brother I can
never be worthy of. I've done so many terrible things Leo, so many..."

"Shh, shh. That's the past."

Leo only meant to put his finger to Ben's lips as a symbolic gesture, but
the skin-on-skin felt too right, too intoxicating. Trying to pass this off
as acceptable, Leo snaked his hand around to cup the back of Ben's neck,
pushing his head into a comforting shoulder. Moistening the expensive
fabric, Ben had never felt more safe, or more aroused. He turned his face to
get away, but only collided with Leo's endless neck. His mouth brushed
against the perfect skin, and both men froze. They stayed that way for a few
moments, until, against his will, Ben began circling and pinching Leo's
nipples through his sweater. Leo shuddered as his nubs steeled from the
abuse.

"We c-can't, Ben, I'm married, and...ugggghhhhh..."

Licking and biting that enticing neck, Ben placed Leo's hot hand against his
demanding bulge. He couldn't bear to make eye contact with Leo, could only
kiss down Leo's chest, tasting expensive fabric and freshly scrubbed skin.
Imagining Leo in the shower, washing himself, touching himself, only made
Ben's crotch more focused on it's goal of seduction. His hands had buried
themselves inside Leo's flimsy sweater, and were now lifting the garment up
and off. Even feeling Leo's bare arms sent a chill down Ben's spine.

Ben caught his breath at the sight of the other's man perfect, hairless
stomach and pectorals. He could taste the sweaty navel on his tongue
immediately, and then did so, shifting his flesh stethoscope down to Leo's
dark blonde treasure trail as Leo roughly yanked his dress shirt out of his
trousers and over his head.  Leo whistled at the highly toned torso too
often trapped in heavy suits, admiring the red tint of embarrassment
produced by his comment. His brother was a stud.

Ben's hair was severely mussed from the motions of the shirt, and Leo
couldn't help running his hands through the thick brown locks, messing it up
further. 'Just like an older brother,' Ben thought to himself, his face
falling from the sharp tang of bittersweetness. Seeing this, Leo crooked a
finger under his chin, lifting him to eye level, fingertips stroking the
corners of his mouth and nose.  Leo whispered every word, every breath a
slight kiss on Ben's pouting, lush lips.

"This is so wrong, but I've never felt more sure of anything in my life. Oh
God, Ben..."

He had to have that mouth, that mouth he'd wanted for months, and blood ties
became secondary as the two men locked lips. Roughly, desperately at first,
tongues dueling and jabbing, then more gently, as their hands ached to
explore the different-yet-similiar bodies buried under layers of clothes.
Those layers were peeled away as quickly as possible, zippers, boxers
slipped off by fumbling hands and feet. When finally naked, the two men
stood, examining each other for the first time. Their cocks were lovingly
inspected with eager fingers, comparing size and girth. Lanky Leo had the
length, while Trey had the thickness. Combing through their respective sacs,
tracing a path over taut, tempting thighs, Ben and Leo drank in every inch
of each other.

"...beautiful." they heard themselves whispering.

Both in a haze, Ben sat Leo onto the couch, turning him to fully display the
proud, jutting bubble butt that had entered his masturbation fantasies night
after night, month after month. Never did he think he would be this close,
close enough to touch. He did touch, in awe, in love and lust, inhaling at
the light tremor down Leo's straight spine as his sweat-moistened crack was
scraped by manicured thumb nails.

Seeing, even touching were not enough. Ben leaned over, spreading Leo's
cheeks to breathe in the unique smell of musk, soap, and salty perspiration.
Leo whimpered and ground his hips into the cushions as Ben's tongue dove
into his hole, excavating his most forbidden, darkest crevice. The tongue
dug as far in as possible, joined by twisting fingers, until Leo could take
no more and rasped out for mercy. Ben heard his sibling's moans to stop and
never stop, and broke away, keeping close long enough to bite into Leo's
inviting buttocks, leaving a faint mark on each massive mound.

Ben flipped Leo onto his back, locking his knees to his chest. Leaning down
to lick away the tears from Leo's haunting eyes, he scooped the pre-cum from
Leo's swaying staff to coat his pleading pink cannon.

"I have to do this, Leo, please...please..."

Vision clouded, hands stretching out to steady themselves against Ben's
biceps, Leo stretched his neck against the arm of the couch, gasping as a
thick, hot crown of flesh nudged into his hole. Ben stroked up and down
Leo's chest, whispering in his own language as he inched more and more of
his love column inside Leo's waiting, awakening entrance. Pumping Leo's
erection in time with the thrusts into his ass, Ben groaned, licking and
biting into his bloated lower lip while Leo slowly began to thrust back
against his hips, to reach across and paw at Ben's backside, squeezing and
pawing the marble cheeks as roughly as his free hand scratched at Ben's
eraser tits.

Both weary bodies pulsated to their limit, setting off a minor earthquake,
couch springs aching under the weight of their heavy, climaxing bodies. Ben
erupted into the snug, slimy chute soon after his tight grip brought Leo to
a grunting, splattering orgasm. Ben collapsed on top of him, Leo's juices
welding their spent bellies together. Pressing his lips against Leo's
heaving chest, Ben pledged to hold on to the beauty of this brief moment
forever. As each day passed he was more and more certain that his time was
almost at an end, that one thing or another would be ripping him out of the
arms of his new family and his first real sense of peace. He did his best to
deny that fear, to live for that moment, but could not. All he could do was
try to get through every day, and to do right by Leo.

His brother.

His lover.

**

"I told you I'd have the money by...hey, I'm doing my best, OK? Yeah, well
fuck you!"

Slamming the pay phone on the receiver, Tim Dillon wanted to punch through
the wall. The vultures were never satisfied. He had to eat, but had to have
running water and power. Couldn't they give him a break? Of course not,
cause he'd never had a break. It was either stay in town and struggle to
make ends meet, or go back home with his dad and Janet, the is-she-psycho
stepmother he'd never fully accepted.

Tim was so engrossed in his own problems he never noticed the dark eyes
scanning up and down his well-proportioned body. Only a squeeze on his
shoulder alerted him to the third party beside him in SOS.

"Oh sorry buddy, didn't mean to be a phone hog."

The casually attired man, in his early 50's, dashing, with a touch of grey
at his temples, laughed him off.

"No problem. Take this. Call if you're interested. I may be able to help
with your financial difficulties."

Glancing down at the small business card in his hand, Tim barely noticed the
older man taking his leave. Scratching at his large head of hair, Tim
muttered the words on the card.

"Huh...filmmaker. Wonder what kind of movies?"

**

Home again, home again. Tad would have whistled once upon a time, but his
days of mirth were long gone. All he could do was eat a tv dinner and retire
for a night of sleep and porn, in no particular order.

As he headed into the kitchen, strange sounds emanating from upstairs drew
his attention. Taking off his cumbersome jacket, he followed the groans and
slapping sounds to their source, the bathroom. Was JR in pain? Had someone
broken into the house?

His urge to help or call the police froze up with the rest of him when he
reached the barely-open bathroom door. Through the small slit, he saw his
stepson's lean arms balanced against the shower wall, his lanky body held
firmly in place by two very strong hands. A thick, brown shaft plunged in
and out of his tight boyhole, and his pleas for more answered any questions
of consent. JR was being...JR was getting fucked?

Tad stared at the image, trying not to make a sound. The best he could do
was whisper. That whisper was:

"Holy shit..."