Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2003 00:26:09 -0500
From: wild
Subject: WILD AMERICA 3!

The following story is fiction and does not necessarily represent the
sexuality of Scott Bairstow, Devon Sawa, or Jonathan Taylor Thomas.  The
story is derived from the copyrighted movie Wild America, copyrighted by
Warner Brothers.


I


            "Are you sure about this?" Marshall said, his supple face
and weak voice emanating worry.

            Aubrey nodded calmly.

            "If you change your mind, let me know immediately," he
said, his heart beating as if a tiny washer on spin cycle.  "I'm
serious!  All we have to do is threaten to tell mommy and daddy about
them, and that will be enough to stop them from doing anything you don't
want."

            "I understand," she said, and Marshall slowly opened the
wooden panel door.

            Marty and Mark drew their breaths as Aubrey and Marshall
entered the brothers' second-floor bedroom.

            "Sit there," Marshall said, gently guiding her toward the
edge of the bed.  For a moment, he scowled at Marty and Mark, furious
that he had to lend his sister in order to tear down his brothers'
sexual borders.  The breeze blowing past the standing guys, he sat next
to her.  "Well, sis," he said, turning rightward toward her.  "Your
wish is their command."

            "You sure you won't back down," Marty said, leering at
her.

            "I promise," she said impatiently.

            "Why does a part of me not believe you?"

            "Perhaps because you're untrustworthy yourself," Marshall
said.

            "You sure you know what . . . fuck . . . means?" Mark
injected anxiously.

            "Yes!" Aubrey said restlessly.  "You put your thingee in
me and shoot cream."

            Marshall snickered as their mouths dropped, then hugged his
sister for the fun she was already providing him.  "Plain enough English
for you guys?" he said.

            Mark nodded sheepishly.

            "But remember guys," Marshall said.  "You must do to each
other whatever she commands.  If not, you get no pussy."

            Had Marty's emotions been visible, smoke would have emerged
from his puff!  Suddenly, he turned to the open window, gazed into the
sunlit field, and spun back toward everyone.  "She backs out, and we
fucking plow your ass till Kingdom come!" he said, taking two rageful
steps toward him.

            "We're getting nowhere with this attitude," Marshall said
sardonically.

            Sucking his teeth, Marty settled back by Mark.  "What do you
want?" he said, shifting his glare to Aubrey.

            "I want to see you guys kiss," she said, her girly tone
highlighting the outrageousness of this request.

            "What!" Marty bawled.

            "You did mention your intent to kiss Aubrey--both of you--so
it is only fair that you do the same to each other."

            Blond Mark paced two steps toward the two-level, bunk beds
belonging to him and Marshall, while the pint-sized kids awaited to his
right.  Reluctantly, he turned to Marty.  "Let's do it, man."

            The words electrified Marshall's dung, wiping away all guilt
of using his sister and blowing away all fear of potential repercussions.

            "You really want to go through with this?" Marty said.

            "Don't you?" the blond said.

            The guy glanced at Aubrey in response to Mark's reply--or
perhaps, to delay things.  "How long do we--" Marty said, his face a
mix of seriousness and worry.

            "Until he tells you to stop," Aubrey said.

            "You think you're a real team, don't you."

            "We learned it from you," Marshall said.

            Standing a foot apart, the guys turned to each other.  Their
lips inched closer for what seemed like an eternity.  Then--

            "Come on," Mark whispered, their lips holding apart at an
inch.

            Marty hesitated.

            "Remember what you told me?" the blond coaxed, his warm
breath caressing Marty's face.

"Refresh my memory," Marty said, his dark eyes hypnotized.

"Us bonding," Mark whispered sexily.  "Doing things for each other."

Squeezing his eyes shut, he moved toward Mark's lips.  Amazingly, the
blond began sucking vigorously, and unlike Marty, he closed his eyes
lusciously.

"Place your hands on Marty's hips," Marshall said, and as the blond
elaborated with caresses of his own, Marty reached for the area around
Mark's abdomen.  The elder brother must have been trying to equalize
things, as he caressed Mark in the same manner the blond had been
caressing him, treating him like a girl.

            Marshall couldn't believe his eyes!  His macho brothers were
being tender to one another.  "O.K.!" he said, unable to take anymore.

            Breathing hard, his brothers unpasted.

            "Groovy," Marshall said.

            "Where did you learn that word?" Aubrey said with
amazement.

            "I'll tell you later, as mom will be home in 40 minutes."

            "Yes," Mark said.  "And we gotta fuck you, sis, before she
gets back."

            "Take out your weenies," she said.

            Panicky, the standing brothers eyed each other.

            "And your shirts off too," she added.

            As usual, Mark broke the ice, and his lean chest muscles
exposed, Marty removed his equally white t-shirt.

            The sight of smooth, fleshy muscles drove Marshall wild,
especially as they sparkled bronze-style a mere five feet from him!  He
had no choice but to pull his pants around the crotch, that is, if he
didn't want his erection to keep pulling at his pubic hairs.

            With righteous disgust, Marty contorted his face at
Marshall's hands.  "You really are a faggot, you know that?"

            "All too well," Marshall answered coolly.

Marty's epithet, however, began to needle him, and the more the seconds
passed, the more the words stung him.  This surprised the tawny lad, as
he loved that kind of talk during sex.  "You suck Mark's dick," he
said in revenge.

"Aubrey calls the shots here," Marty brayed.

"Well, sis," Marshall said smugly.  "What do you say?"

"Suck his dung," she said, eyeing fiercely at her big brother.  "And
you shoot in Marty's mouth."

Smiling wickedly, Marshall leaned toward Aubrey and covering her ear,
whispered, "Don't you want Mark to shoot . . . you know where?"

"Right," she said, pulling back excitedly.  "You can't shoot in his
mouth."

"Why not?" Mark said, his brain cells unable to keep up with the twists
of this game.

"Because you gotta squirt in his behind," she said, pointing accusingly
to Marty.

"Whoa!"

"That's right, big brother!  You gotta lend Mark your ass or you get no
pussy."  Never had Marshall's voice exuded such naughty deliciousness.

"I . . . um . . . no way!" Marty said, pacing like a caged tiger.

"It's no big deal," Mark said, following him around.  "I'll be
gentle."

"You're twisted--all of you!"

Just as he began to storm out of the room, Marshall yelled, "Then only
Mark gets to fuck our sister."

He stopped, then turned slowly as redness engulfed his face.  "For
free?" he said beyond disbelief.

"For me fucking him, instead of him fucking you."

"Marty!" the blond said, starting for him.  "You can't allow Marshall
to fuck me.  If he does, you know what will happen."

"And if I allow you to fuck me, the same will happen between you and
me."

"Guys!" Marshall said.  "The more you debate, the more the clock
ticks.  Besides, I've already seen you both in action . . . and the way
Mark enjoys getting his rear end stuffed."

"Like bran muffins," Aubrey said.

"You really have a dirty mouth," Marty said, suddenly determined to
teach her a lesson.

"Now, it's your time to get filled up," Marshall resumed, rising to
shield Aubrey from Marty's approaching body.  "After all, I thought you
drank motor oil for breakfast, so I figure you need some gas at the other
end."

"You want me to suck Mark," Marty said, sashaying further into the
room.  "And you want him to fuck me."  He spun like an acrobat.  "And
you, my blond brother, you get to like them real well, as they are about
to give you what I never would."  He paced around some more.  "And
where does that leave me?"

"With my pussy," Aubrey said.

"Correction," Marty said, fingering her emphatically.  "I'm left with
the possibility of fucking you."  He stopped walking.  "What if you
change your mind?  Or even if you don't, what if I do get your amazing
cunt?  Mark here still has a pussy and an ass over my head--my ass--two
more points than I'll ever have.  And I doubt you will ever let me even
the score."

"I'll let you fuck me some other time," the blond said.  "I
promise!"

"And I'm the only faggot around here?" Marshall said with
mouth-watering sarcasm.

His brothers scowled at him!

"If you want, you can fuck Mark afterward," the lad continued.  "But
you will not have time for Aubrey."

If only Marty knew how watching him fuck Mark excited Marshall as much as
watching Mark fuck him.  But the plan was to upset the score between
Marty and Mark, so that the blond's revolutionary new power over Marty
would upset the status quo inasmuch as to prevent any future alliance
between the two.  Only Marshall would emerge as winner from this
scenario.

"We may well have time for you to fuck me as well," Mark said, placing
his hand reassuringly on Marty's shoulder.

"Only if he fucks you while you fuck Aubrey," the lad said.  "Of
course, that would make him look like a fag.  I mean, Marty would be
fucking your butt instead of Aubrey's cunt."

Marty grew eerily silent, his chin lowered in seeming defeat as his eyes
zigzagged wildly from one spot to another along the wooden floor.  His
eyes kept shifting in short, quick movements, attempting to concoct
something--anything--in response to Marshall's masterplan.

"Fine," Mark said, unzipping his jeans before big bro could pull out of
the deal.

Somewhat surprised, Marty watched as Mark pulled down his light-colored
jeans.  Maybe it was the unworldly sexiness of Mark's tight, white
briefs, or their combination with his gangly, white legs.  But nearly
stumbling, Marty unzipped and pulled down his darker blue-jeans as he
trotted toward his brother, who already was standing by the window.

Kneeling down, he jerked Mark's briefs to the knees, took the 8-inch
cock in his mouth, and started sucking.

"Yeah," the blond breathed.

Marty gobbled the uncut cock.

"Grab his butt," Marshall said, reclining back on the twin bed.

He couldn't believe how docile big brother had become, nor how in
response, Mark took the initiative in caressing Marty's hair.

"Mmmm!" the blond crooned.

Marty kept sucking, licking the precum off the head at one point.

"Yah!" Mark continued.  "Augh!"

Marshall pulled off his shirt, and Aubrey her yellow, ballerina-like
garment.  Each caressed their nipples solo, then they reached for each
other's chests.  Kissing Aubrey as he looked from the corner of his eye
sent Marshall into the throes of an orgasm, although his handless, pelvic
contractions were minor enough to keep his cum inside.  The precum
drenching his pants, however, he unzipped himself.

"Lick his balls," Marshall said.

"Do as he says!" Aubrey said to the turning head.

Suddenly, Marty's eyes recoiled in horror.  "What the hell do you think
you're doing?" he said, pulling away from Mark's starving dick.

"Getting naked," Aubrey said freshly.

"You really need to be taught a lesson," Marty said, rising.

"Don't you dare," Marshall said, big brother pulling down his erect
briefs.  His 9-inch cock pointed hungrily at the girl's panties.

"Come any closer and we tell mom and dad you raped her!"

"I'm fucking her tonight," he said as casually as his tone had turned
threatening.  "And you can tell mom whatever you like."

"Fine!" Marshall said, hankering to dig into her cunt with his
brothers' cream fresh in her.  "But first, Mark must fuck you.  That's
the deal!"

"If you cum in me, you won't have the strength to fuck her," Marty
said, exposing his butt's two muscle balls as he turned to Mark.

"Trust me," the blond said.  "I'll have more than enough cum for
her."

"Then, fuck me," Marty said, plunking on the bed across from Marshall
and Aubrey.  Amazingly, he laid back, his legs ready to go up on Mark's
shoulder.  He must have not been thinking straight, for suddenly, he rose
and turned.

"Nah-nah!" Marshall said.  "The way you did it first."

"He's not fucking me the other way."

"Yes, he is," Aubrey said.

His dark eyes penetrated her so fiercely that, for a moment, Marshall
thought she would fall back.  His laser beams kept shooting at her clear,
liquid eyes, and for a few moments, it seemed he would lunge at her.
Aubrey, however, pulled herself out of the yellow, embroidered dress
wrapped around her ankles, exposing her thin, silky legs.  Her white,
flowerprinted panties were all that practically remained, for through his
trepidation of what Marty might suddenly do to her, Marshall had removed
her black, ballerina shoes and silky, white socks.

"Make it quick," Marty said, laying belly up on the bed.

Mark stepped out of his ankle-crunched jeans and briefs, knelt on the
rug, and his dick pointing hungrily at the ceiling, turned to the naughty
kids on the bed behind him.  "I need that jelly," he said, teenage
breathlessness in his voice.

"Here," Marshall said, pulling open that familiar drawer.  "Come
here," he said, patting the space beside him.

"I'll put it on," Aubrey said, passing her fingers through the
bottle's hole as her 13-year-old brother squeezed from above.

Mark's eyes dropped sleepily as she handled his erect, uncut cock.

"O.K.  Marty!  Lay here," Mark said, his command somehow making
Marshall feel more at one with him.

Big brother rose from the dark under the other bunk.  "You guys are
gonna pay for this," he said.  "All of you!"

Laying back, he let Mark apply the cold jelly, but when the blond pushed
in a finger, he grabbed his arm.  "What the hell are you doing?"

"Preparing you for a walk on the wild side," Mark said, his smile
unmistakably showing how much he enjoyed gay sex.

"Shit!"

The blond raised Marty's legs onto his shoulders, guided his cock past
the guy's quadriceps, and uttered, "Push out the moment you feel my
cock."

Such concern for Marty annoyed Marshall, for Mark had seldom expressed
such brotherly love for the lad.  But for the moment, he swallowed his
pride.

Mark's 8-inch, uncut dick pushing into the guy's innards, Marty shut
his eyes so tightly that Marshall thought they would get squished under
the pressure.  The deeper Mark drove, the more he squeezed.

"Haaagh!  Haaugh!" Mark grunted, pulling in and out.

"Aaahh!" Marty yelled, more from pain than pleasure.

Mark's hormones must have taken over.  Or perhaps hostility at the way
Marty had often treated him, for the blond began to thrust faster,
closing his eyes and throwing back his head as Marty groaned in pain.
Maybe Mark was finally beginning to enjoy the act of making his brother
pay for bossing him around all the time.  Mark pounded Marty's ass
faster, and faster, and faster.

"Now, kiss," Aubrey said.

Marty biting his lower lip in pain, Mark lowered his head and started
sucking.  This drove everyone wild--except Marty--who kept grimacing in
discomfort.  His very lack of resistance was more than Marshall could
have ever imagined!  He had brought his big brother to his knees, and
what's more, Marty was no longer fighting to keep his position as top
dog.

Suddenly, Marty grabbed Mark's hair, pulled the blond's head back
toward his face, and kissed him!  Mark sucked back and Marty suddenly
rubbing his neglected cock, the brothers kissed passionately!

"Mmmmmm!" the blond said on the verge of losing it.

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Marty groaned, sucking forcefully.

"I'm cummming," Mark said, and pressing his hairless chest against
Marty, kissed and nuzzled his neck tightly.  "Augh!
Aaaaaaauuuuuhhhhhhhhhh!"  He grabbed Marty's legs hungrily, squeezed
them as he pressed his cheeks against the guy's, and convulsed as he
came one, two, four, eight, sixteen times!

Panting, he collapsed on his brother!

For two minutes, the fresh, summer breeze keep the rhythm of the room,
stopping here and resuming there.









II



Suddenly, Marty pushed Mark away, grabbed Aubrey by the legs, and lowered
himself onto her.  Marshall almost spoke, as Mark was supposed to fuck
her first, but time was running fast and a twisted part of him wanted to
see Marty get away with something that night.  With Aubrey not protesting
his pulling down of her panties, Marshall eyed as big brother soaked her
cunt with man saliva.

Mark watched with popping eyes as Marty sucked the juices out of her.

"Uhh!" the girl crooned.

He tightened his grip around her lean, silky legs, sniffing his sister
around her hairless, pubic area.  Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
He straightened up, placed his monster cock on her cleat, and slowly dug
in.

"If it hurts, let him know," Marshall whispered, caressing her blond,
silky hair.

"Slower," she said, but Marty pushed faster.

"Hey!" Marshall yelled.

"What do you expect?  I'm about to explode!"

He pulled out and slowly reentered.  The girl's eyes shut as tightly as
he had closed his, he lowered his torso and felt her cold flesh against
his rougher skin.  This was Seventh Heaven!  Suddenly, he smiled with the
utmost wickedness, and plowed into her.

"Aaaahhhh!" she yelped.

His thrusts continued, Mark climbing behind him.  "Get away from me!"
he barked, but both brothers continued to caress his body--Marshall his
arms and Mark his back and buttocks.  Enraged, he pumped faster, deeper,
and harder, pressing his lips around her mouth, neck, and nipples, then
against her feet and legs.

"Fucking A, sis!" Marty said.  "You have one fucking pussy, you know
that?"

"Aahhh!" she muttered softly.

"Yeah, sis!"  Suddenly, his body began to convulse.  His thick cock
began to squirt, globs of semen flooding her small insides.  His writhing
continued as Marshall counted his convulsions--one . . . two . . . four .
. . eight . . . sixteen . . .  seventeen in all!

He had barely collapsed on her when Mark pulled him away.  "My turn,"
he said, his cock as erect as a sword sheath.  Like Marty, he pressed
into her cleat, lowered his body, and began to pump as he kissed her
lips.  Aubrey kissing back, Marshall climbed behind him, and as much as
he wanted to show them his straightness by fucking her in their presence,
he lubricated Mark's butt with XY jelly.

"What are you doing?" Mark said, halting his thrusts.

"What does it look like, duffis?"

"Whoa!" he said, pulling back.  "You can't fuck me!"

"And why the hell not?"

"Because you're my younger brother!" the blond said.

Had Marshall not been so horny, he would have slugged him then and
there.  "Such arrogance," he said.  "You better continue because if
not, Aubrey will tell mom you raped her."

"I may," she said as the blond turned to her.

Sighing, he lowered himself onto his sister.  His cock back at 8 inches,
he dug into her and kissed her passionately around her lips and neck
while Marshall dug fingers into his white butt.  Marshall almost came
from the thought of fucking Mark.

"Take it, sis!" the blond said meanly, perhaps trying to make her pay
for forcing him to submit to Marshall.

Marty still lying beside them, Marshall touched Mark's back.  The warm
flesh nearly burned his hand.  His lips starving, he kissed his
brother's back, reached around him, and squeezed the guy's nipples as
his cock pressed into Mark's rear end.  He sniffed Mark's
shampoo-smelling hair, licked his sexy nape, and almost cried from the
intimacy he was experiencing.

"Catch my germs, pig!"

"Yeah?" Marshall said, his cock drinking in Mark's ass.

"Yeow!" the blond yawped.

"Want deeper?  Then, make another comment like that?"

"O.K.  I won't!"

"Is that all you can do?" Aubrey said, her prissiness freezing everyone
on the spot.

"You really want cock, don't you," Mark said.  "Well, see if you can
take this."

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she hollered.

"Is that better?"

"Yeah!"

"How about this?" Mark said.  "Deep enough for you?"

Marshall couldn't take it!  But just when he thought his cock would
erupt, Mark reached around him and gneading Marshall's legs.

"I'm cumming," Mark said, and his sphincter muscles contracted around
Marshall's dung.

The guy cumming four times, Marshall squirted once, and wrapping his arms
tightly around Mark's body, he came again, and two more times.  Mark's
muscles kept squeezing around Marshall's cock, and Marshall shot four
more times, and eight, and sixteen--kissing the blond's nape
pasionately!  Both brothers collapsed, Mark on Aubrey and Marshall on
Mark.

Again, the breeze picked up the rhythm of the room, blowing here and
there.









III



Suddenly, Marshall rose from Mark's back and exited the room.

"How did you like his pounding?" Marty said, his voice stronger.

"Not bad," Mark said casually.

"Is his better than mine?"

"I'm not gay," Mark said.  "So you're asking the wrong guy."

"Not gay, huh?" Marty said, a seductive twinkle in his eyes.  "Perhaps
not, but you sure are bi."

Marshall reentered the room, wiping his 6-inch dung with a towel.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mark said, his attitude peeving Marshall
anew.

"Don't push me," the pint-sized lad said.  "I may just fuck you
again."

"Really?"

"Get off my sister."

"Your sister?" Mark said freshly.

"Leave him alone," Aubrey said, pushing the blond away.

"What are you gonna do?" Marty said.

"Watch and shut up."  His brothers lying beside each other, Marshall
chucked the green towel, knelt before Aubrey, and placed his cock between
her moist cunt lips.  She smiled faintly, while Mark and Marty eyed in
disbelief.  Somehow, they didn't understand how their gay brother could
fathom having sex with a girl--much less their sister.   But Marshall
writhed as his brothers' cum touched his cock head and piss slit.

"Man!" he said, transformed at the mixing of his brother's semen with
his precum.  He pushed deeper, lowered his chest toward her, and kissed
her.

"Holy cow!" Mark said, his eyes not believing what he was seeing.  "He
really likes pussy."

"Just like you," Marshall said, turning his head toward the blond, who
at a mere foot away, was almost breathing on him.  "What do you think?
That I don't know how to have fun with girls?"  He kept thrusting.

"Damn!" Mark said, Marty strangely silent.

Suddenly, Marty grabbed the bottle of XY jelly.  "Get out of my way,"
he said, pushing Mark aside, applied some on his cock, and lowered
himself toward Marshall.

Amazingly, Marty applied jelly onto Marshall's butt, rather than
Marshall having to do it.  The lad kept thrusting into Aubrey, and as
Marty pushed into his innards, he threw his head back.

"You like that?" Marty said, caressing him around the back and then
around his abdomen.

"Yeah!" Marshall said, then lowered to kiss his sister on the lips.

"Mmmmm!" she said, grabbing Marshall's head for a more forceful kiss.

"Like that, gay boy?" Marty said.

What was he trying to do?  Prove that Marshall couldn't fuck without a
guy in him?

"Come quick!" the lad said.  "Because I'm cumming in her
alone--without you!"

"What?"

"He's trying to prove how straight he is," Mark said, suddenly smart.

"You shitting me?" Marty said.

"Just get it out," Marshall said.  "Or I throw you out of this room."

"Oohh!" Marty said sarcastically.  "He's serious about doing pussy
alone."  He breathed on his neck and kissed the area tenderly, perhaps
trying to make the lad cum with his cock in him.  "You want my cock, I
can feel it.  Your thrusts are more involved than before I entered you."

This twist had a kick of its own, but Marshall held his ground, if only
to encourage Marty to keep tantalizing him.

"Haagh!  Haaaagh!" Marshall moaned, trying to sound like he was
falling.  He thrusted slower, waiting for Marty to piston him hard.
Marty didn't!  With his cock resting inside Marshall, he merely observed
the actions of his youngest brother.

Mark smiled.  "I think you're right," the blond said.  "His erection
is going down."

"Like an airplane," Marty added with his typical, wicked grin.

"No, it isn't," Marshall said, a part of him glad to be made gay in
their presence.

"Don't let them distract you," Aubrey said, opening her eyes.

"You're right," Marshall said, grabbed her legs anew, and lifting them
onto his shoulders, thrusted deep, fast, and hard.

Suddenly, Marty resumed thrusting into Marshall, trying to prove his
point, but the tawny kid kissed her legs and feet as his cock burned.

"Yeow!" Marty said, and warm milk filled Marshall's insides.

The cream came and came and came, goading Marshall to cum with his
brother in him.  The lad lost it!  With his cock and behind immersed in
brother cream, he shot one, two, four, eight, sixteen, eighteen times,
then collapsed on his sister as Marty collapsed on him.

"I'm home!" their mother called from downstairs.

Like deers caught in headlights, the guys scambled to cover their act
that afternoon.

"Are you upstairs?"

"Shit!  Lock the door!" Mark said, everybody getting into their
cum-drenched clothes--all except Aubrey, who calmly pulled up her panties
and dress.