Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 16:24:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Majid Part IX

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Majid Part IX

By Simon Peter


Simon's Note: A word of warning: This story deals with sex between
brothers. I never condoned such sex until I got Majid into it. I thought
about taboos and how we tend to stick to them, regardless of their
irrational justification. Why shouldn't Majid get sexually involved with
his gay brother? Wasn't being gay in itself a breaking of a long-standing
taboo? In our culture, being a homosexual is worse than any other sin
involving sex! "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife." What about women
who covet their neighbor's husband?-and believe me, there are so many of
these "coveting" women around. Breaking taboos is not what I am preaching,
but developing deep, meaningful and full relations with another person
should not be considered a taboo. My apologies to all of you guys out there
who think that Majid and Jad should not have sex. But they do. Brothers do!
It was already two weeks into the summer break, and Majid was enjoying the
hot stream of water hitting his body under the shower. He touched himself,
his cock straining with an almost painful erection. His eyes closed, he
rubbed the mushroom head gently, feeling the sensations go through his
body. He was thinking of Ameen, his boyfriend during his last year in
college. Ameen loved to do exactly that to him, gentle rubbing of his
mushroom cock head under the shower.

Majid sighed and reached for the soap. Working a rich lather all over his
body, now growing more hair on the chest than a few years ago, he enjoyed
the slippery feeling of his young skin. Since his first sexual encounter
with his neighbor, ages ago it seemed, Majid started to revel in his own
body. He knew that he was no model or movie star. But he also knew that he
was hot. He ran his eyes down his chest, his flat stomach with pronounced
abs, his thick bush, his pride-and-joy dick erecting vertically, his hairy
thighs and legs.

Majid watched the soap wash off. He closed his eyes and reflected. What was
he going to do for sex in this god-forsaken hometown of his during the
summer? Shit! Why wasn't he born and raised in a large cosmopolitan city?
He had to deal with all kinds of petty and local issues, to carefully hide
his homosexuality. He loved his dad dearly for accepting him as a gay
son. His dad never judged him.

Perhaps it was because he was raised without a mother. His mom died when he
was a child and his dad made sure that Majid didn't need for
anything. Still, dads were dads.

It was when he discovered that his brother, Jad, was gay and was making out
with his boyfriend during semester break, that his heart was first
broken. It wasn't really Jad's fault. It was Ralph, his boyfriend, who hit
on his brother. Still, it did hurt. He dumped the asshole Ralph, but Jad
was always right there with him, under the same roof. Jad was a looker,
better built than Majid since he worked in construction with their father
and oldest brother. But Majid always thought of his family as too
provincial for his taste, especially after his four years away in college,
where he experienced a lot of new situations, intellectually, emotionally,
not to mention sexually.

Sighing heavily, he pulled on a pair of tight boxers, plastering his
still-erected dick to his belly. He needed to do something about having to
be scooped in this horrible place the whole summer. But he had to get ready
because he had promised Jad that he would join him and a couple of friends
on a fishing outing this afternoon to the nearby stream. He fished out an
old pair of jeans, frayed legs and faded crotch and all. He chose an old
flannel shirt which he put on without any undershirt, his chest hair
curling out of the opened upper buttons. He considered shaving but did not
want to bother with that. His shadow beard looked sexy anyway and it wasn't
as if he was going out on a date or something.

His dick refused to settle. Ameen was on his mind all the time. He had
refrained from calling him because he knew that what he was going to get
out of it was more heart ache. He could do without that. He did send a
couple of emails, but words on his screen were so flat, so black and white,
so unlike the hot hours he had spent with Ameen in the same bed, his cock
buried in his lover's ass, fucking him, kissing his lips, fondling his
balls, licking the side of his neck. Fuck! Now he'd done it again. Of
course, his dick wouldn't settle.

"Hey, bro," Jad burst through the kitchen door, making Majid jump out of
his reveries as he stood at the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, and
rubbing his erection through the old pair of jeans.

"Oh, hi, Jad," Majid croaked, straightening, looking guilty, crossing his
legs.

"You ready to go? I brought a spare fishing rod for you, and the guys will
be passing by in about 15 minutes to pick us up, just enough time for me
shower and change."

"Yea," Majid nodded as his gaze followed his gay brother rushing out of the
kitchen. Dangerous thoughts! VERY dangerous! Jad's firm bubble butt looked
very, very inviting. Shit, Majid, he thought with disgust at himself. He
was getting turned on by his brother's ass. He was one sick guy. But his
dick didn't think so; rather, it started throbbing more forcefully than
when he was thinking about Ameen.

There was definitely something wrong with him, desiring lustfully after his
own brother. Jad was only two years older than Majid, but Majid was always
the wiser, the more mature, the more responsible.

Oh, yea? And how mature and responsible was it to think about fucking your
brother? Sick and stupid!  They made it to the ravine in the early
afternoon. Because of the heat, the boys took off their shirts and sat on
rocks overlooking the stream below bare-chested, dangling their lines into
the water below. Majid and Jad shared one flat rock affording enough space
for both of them.

For the first time in his life, Majid regarded his brother as a hot
guy. The hairy thighs and legs, the chiseled abdomen, the sexy nipples, all
cried out sexily to Majid. He couldn't stop his surreptitious sideways
glances at Jad, admiring the physique and, as a direct result, raising all
kinds of lustful thoughts in his mind. As he waited for some stupid fish to
catch, he thought about his desires. If he did get to have Jad in his bed,
would that really be incest? Couldn't two brothers who loved each other
carry this love further to include sex? And why not? And says who? The
problem with all these questions was that there was no one to answer
them. Jad couldn't, for sure. His dad was out of the question. His oldest
brother would probably strangle the both of them. Community clergyman? You
had to be kidding!  Majid sighed. Suddenly, Jad's line went tight. "Here it
comes," Jad exclaimed jubilantly, holding onto his fishing rod as it
started to arch down towards the water, the line pulling it.

"Wow," Majid jerked out of his reveries. "Bro, you definitely have a
biggie. Here, let me help."

Majid wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulder, holding onto his
brother's hand to make sure the rod didn't slip.

"Easy, M," Jad said. "You need to give it a little slack and then pull it
in. Gradually. Slowly. Little by little, bro."

Majid released the pressure on Jad's hand, realizing that his own hand was
beginning to sweat and his dick was beginning to erect. He kept his arm
around Jad's shoulder but placed his hand on his brother's arm instead of
the fishing rod, letting Jad bring in the fish. The rippling muscles under
his clutch made him even more excited. True. Majid had seen Jad almost
naked more than once: Jad coming out of the shower with just a towel around
his waist; Jad walking to the bathroom in his white briefs for a morning
piss; Jad lounging on one of the plastic chairs out on the porch with
nothing on except a pair of shorts. Never, ever, however, had Majid thought
erotically about these times. Not like now. The images flashed through his
mind like a fast-forward film strip: Jad partially naked. Majid's cock was
fully erected, straining at the fabric of his short: visible!  The fish
wasn't particularly big, but it threw quite a fight. By the time Jad pulled
it in, he was sweating, his bare chest deliciously gleaming, with droplets
of sweat shining on his chest hair and running down his armpits. Majid
ached to bend and lick them off. His erection got even harder, painfully
so.

Without thinking about it, Majid leaned and kissed Jad's cheek. "Good job,
bro."

Jad's reaction was totally unexpected. He inhaled audibly as soon as he
felt Majid's lips touch his skin, and before Majid pulled back, still
mouthing his appreciation, Jad turned and returned the kiss with one of his
own, but on the lips as Majid pursed them to say "bro." Majid moaned.

The two brothers quickly pulled apart, both hearts racing, Majid's cock
raging, as the other two guys rushed over to look at Jad's catch. The
brothers exchanged a meaningful look, a thousand emotions communicated in
mere seconds.

The rest of the afternoon went by with no further excitements. The final
catch was nothing to brag about. Actually, Jad's first catch was the
largest of the lot, the rest small fish that the boys finally threw back
into the rushing stream.

Majid sat on his bed back at home, wondering about what had passed between
him and Jad. Did his brother feel the same about him? Was he going to get
into Jad's pants? Jad was taking a shower. Majid could hear him singing in
the shower. His dad and older brother were downstairs watching some
football game on television. Quickly, he shed off his clothes and rushed
into the bathroom, naked. Jad jumped when Majid pulled back the shower
curtain and stepped under the water, his arms embracing his brother's
waist, drawing him in. The two naked, wet bodies met. The kiss was way
beyond description: lustful, hungry, erotic, guilty, embarrassed,
desiring-simply delicious.

"Boys!" The two brothers jumped as they heard their father calling up from
downstairs.

Majid, with a pounding heart, got out of the shower and stuck his head
through the bathroom door.

"Yes, dad?"

"What do you want for dinner, now that fish is out of the question?" his
father asked, with a lot of humorous sarcasm in his voice. Majid could hear
his older brother snickering over the sounds coming out of the television
set.

"Pizza," Majid decided to end the conversation, although what he wanted
most, what he needed most, was Jad's wet body.

"Pizza it is," his father said as he returned to the living room.

Majid breathed deep and returned to the shower. Jad was naked in the
shower, but he had turned off the water. Majid almost cried at the beauty
of his brother, standing there in front of him, waiting.

Looking down at Jad's crotch, Majid had his first glimpse of Jad's
equipment, erected vertically, balls hanging down low, chest heaving with
quick breaths. Majid's dick was bigger than Jad's, but that didn't matter
really. Jad's look of surprise as he saw his younger brother's man tool was
evident all over his face. As Majid took the couple of step towards him,
Jad kneeled on the wet shower floor, fisted Majid's huge cock, and started
kissing it. No sucking or blowing or stroking. Just kissing. Up and down
the cock. Kissing the mushroom head, lifting the shaft and kissing it down
to the balls, pulling the cock down and kissing the upper side all the way
back to the head. Majid was in seventh heaven. He shook all over, his knees
growing weaker with every touch of his brother's lips on his throbbing
cock. He ached for his brother to suck him.

Jad went to work on Majid's dick. He wrapped his lips around the cock head
and started to slide down the shaft, engulfing the hardness tightly. Majid
arched his back, holding onto his brother's wet hair, pulling him closer,
deeper. Jad gagged halfway along the shaft and pulled back. He looked up
and met Majid's eyes. Slowly, he stood up, still fisting the hard
cock. Majid placed a hand on Jad's cheek and leaned to kiss him. But Jad
pulled back. He didn't let go of the cock, but the look on his face had
changed from lust to worry.

"What's the matter, bro?" Majid whispered, gently stroking his brother's
cheek.

Jad pressed his palm harder around Majid's cock. "I love you, man," Jad
croaked. "But this? God! What are we doing, Majid? What the fuck are we
doing?" Jad's voice shivered, on the verge of tears.

"We're loving each other, Jad," Majid tried to state this as simplistically
as possible, fully aware of the awkward situation they were in, in spite of
themselves.

Jad let go of Majid's dick which started to soften and droop. "We can't,
M. This is not right. We just can't." Tears were now streaming down Jad's
cheeks. It was as if Majid was the older one and Jad was just a teen boy.

Placing his hand on the back of Jad's head, Majid pulled him close and
kissed him deep. When he drew back, he looked into Jad's frightened eyes
and said, "Does this feel right? Do my lips feel right on your lips? Does
my hand feel right on the back of your head?" Majid moved closer, his now
semi-erect dick pressed on Jad's thigh, he added, "Does my cock feel right?
Like this?" Majid rubbed his crotch against the thigh. "Like this?" Jad
moaned, and Majid's hand moved down Jad's back and cupped his firm butt.

"Like this?" he pressed and caressed the bubble ass cheek. "Or like this?"
Jad shivered as he felt Majid's finger slide inside his ass crack.

Jad answered each question with a moan.

"Let's get out of here and down for the pizza, Jad," Majid finally said as
he released his brother and moved out of the shower.

Jad nodded and followed, picking up his towel and wrapping it around his
waist, tears still running down his face cheeks. Majid turned and gave Jad
one final kiss, full on the mouth, and left the bathroom, naked and
dripping. As soon as he closed the door of his bedroom, Majid sat on the
edge of his bed and started crying, heaving painfully, his head between his
two hands.

He just couldn't stop. Seeing his brother ache, torn between lust and
guilt, made Majid mourn. The tears ran down his cheeks freely. Finally,
spent, he reached for his clothes and dressed. On his way downstairs, he
passed by the bathroom and washed his face, wiping away the tears. Jad
avoided looking at him, but his dad and older brother were too engrossed in
the football game and the pizza that neither noticed anything amiss between
Majid and Jad.

Finishing the one slice of pizza that he was able to keep down, his stomach
churning, Majid stepped outside onto the porch and lit a cigarette. He knew
that Jad was going to follow him and he wasn't surprised when he heard the
squeak of the screen door open and then slam shut. Jad stood right beside
him. Without saying a word, without even looking at his brother, Majid
passed his lit, half- smoked cigarette to Jad who grabbed it and sucked on
it hungrily, the lit end glowing red.

"Are you mad at me, M?"

"No, man," Majid took a final drag of smoke and put out the cigarette stub
in the plastic ashtray on the porch table. "I love you. As a brother. Very
much. Also, Jad, and get this into your thick brain, I love you as a
lover. I want you to be my lover. I want our love to be total, complete."

"But, Majid, man," Jad whined, "this is not supposed to happen between
brothers, no matter how much they loved each other. This is a fucking sin,
man."

"This is fucking. Period." Majid said emphatically. "You know, bro? The
Egyptians? Not those now living in Egypt. The early ones. The Pharaohs. The
ones who built the Pyramids?"

"I know who the fucking Egyptian Pharaohs are. Don't pull this college shit
on me, M."

"Hold on, bro. Just listen. These guys back then built empires and they
married their sisters. The Romans? The Greeks? They fucked boys, little
ten-year-old boys for God's sake, and they were, like, big shots, senators
and stuff. And the Arabs? Jad, we're Arab, too. The Arabs wrote fucking
poetry, man, on the joys of fucking boys."

"Oh, man," Jad scratched his head. "This is so confusing. I know you
wouldn't play around with my mind, bro. But this? And you and me?"

Majid ached to pull Jad into his arms and hold him tight, kiss him, rub on
him, try to set his mind at ease. He knew how Jad could be so confused. He
wasn't totally sure himself either. Shit. This was sex between brothers and
fuck all those Greeks and Romans and Arabs back in old decadent ages. But
he couldn't comfort his brother, and himself, out here on the porch, with
his dad and older brothers inside the house.

Both boys turned around as the screen door squeaked open and their father
walked out.

"You're not going to quit that filthy habit," the father said to
Majid. "You know the dangers of smoking.

How can some people be so stupid?"

"Oh, dad, come on," Majid said lamely. "I am not a heavy smoker, but I
really enjoy a cigarette every now and then."

"As long as you don't make it a habit," he father conceded. "Oh, well,
boys, I'm turning in. See you in the morning." Their father stretched and
turned around to enter the house. The boys took in deep breaths of
relief. They both knew that their older brother was going to leave soon to
see his girlfriend, who it looked like, would soon become their
sister-in-law. He wouldn't be back for hours. They looked at each other
meaningfully as the situation revealed itself. Jad could share Majid's
bed. Would he do it? Majid ached for it to happen.

"I love you, bro," Majid whispered into Jad's ear as they climbed the
stairs up to the bedrooms. Their older brother had already left and their
dad's snoring was loud and clear, reaching them down the stairs. Jad
grabbed Maid's hand, squeezing but trembling.

"I love you too, M," he whispered back.

Jad didn't head for his room down the hallway. He followed Majid into his
room. Majid's heart jumped in ecstasy as he saw this as a sign of his
brother finally conceding to his arguments. They pulled the door closed
behind them and were lost in a long, intense embrace, arms around each
other, lips glued to each other, breathing heavily, erections pressing and
rubbing on each other.

As if in slow motion, they moved to the bed. It took them seconds to shed
their clothes and lie on the bed next to each other, butt naked, making
out.

Majid slowly moved down his brother's beautiful chest, licking and biting
lightly on the nipples, down the flat stomach, reaching the hard cock. When
he took Jad's erection into his mouth, Jad bucked up, moaning loudly.

"Shhhh," Majid took time off to look at his brother's ecstatic facial
expression. "Keep it down, hot boy.

Dad may be snoring, but you know how he is in the habit of waking during
the night to take a leak. We don't want him to see this, do we?"

Jad nodded his head dumbly, the ecstatic expression still on his face, and
with one hand guided Majid back onto his cock. Majid gobbled. Using a lot
of spit on the cut cock, Majid moved up and down the shaft, taking more of
it with every swallow. In no time, his lips were pursed around the base and
his nose was buried in the thick bush. Jad was bucking faster, moaning
louder, pushing harder on the back of Majid's head. Much sooner than he
would have liked, he exploded with loud grunts, almost screaming.

"Cumming, ahhhhh, fuck, cumming, oh fuck, M, eat my cock, M, I love you,
cumming, oh my God."

Squirt after squirt shot down Majid's throat, filling whatever space was
left in his mouth cavity already full with the pulsating, enlarged cock
spewing its load, and seeping through his lips onto his chin and dripping
onto the sheet under them. Majid kept sucking, determined to drain his
brother's nuts till the last drop and more. Jad's eyes were squeezed shut,
his breaths coming out short, snorting, as his cock flexed with the
after-ejaculation sensations. Majid worked his tongue up and down the
shaft, his lips pursed just under the ridge of the mushroom cock head,
still pulsating. He kept rubbing Jad under his balls, back to his ass
crack, fondling the butt hole.

What seemed like a long time, Jad's dick started to subside in Majid's
mouth. Majid's own cock was raging with lust. He could feel its angry
throbbing as he pressed on it with his belly, still working his brother's
now-limp dick, still rubbing his crack and his hole.

Finally, Majid let go of Jad's dick. Jad lay on his back, his chest
settling, his eyes still closed, his body regaining its normalcy. Majid
regarded the sexy body of his brother, the legs spread wide, the expression
of sexual release on his face, as he kneeled between the spread thighs. He
lifted one of Jad's legs up, looking down at the hairy crack and the pink,
puckered hole. Fisting his throbbing cock, Majid ran it up and down the
crack, the globs of spit making it slippery and wet. Jad opened his eyes as
soon as he felt the heat of the throbbing cock in his crack.

"What? What? What?" Jad groaned throatily. A look of fear and anxiety
replaced the earlier expression of sexual gratification. "What the fuck, M?
What are you doing?"

Majid looked down at his brother, a smile on his face, mixed with lust and
guilt. Yes. He was going to fuck Jad. Oh, yes. He was going inside his
brother's sweet sexy body. He was going to fill him with his love.

"You know you want it, bro," he breathed, pressing his cock head at the
puckered butt hole, gently but insistent.

"Oh, man, fuck. Majid. Come on, bro. This is virgin ass down there. I have
never done that," Jad complained.

Majid gazed quizzically at his brother's face. Could it be? Jad was
gay. Could it be that he had never been fucked? Majid's heart raced with
the prospect. Extremely excited at fucking a virgin ass, he was filled with
concern. It wasn't as if this was going to be easy. His dick was huge; he
knew that. Jad was going to be hurt. But he really, really needed to fuck
his brother, right then, right there.

"I'll be easy, bro. I'll stop when you tell me, ok?" Majid said appeasing ,
releasing the pressure on the butt hole.

Spreading Jad's thighs wide, he leaned on top of him and placed his lips on
Jad's mouth.

"I'll be gentle, bro," he breathed into the trembling lips. "I would never
hurt you, ok?"

Majid felt Jad nod as he returned the kiss.

"Love me, M," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Love me deep."

Majid reached down with one hand and guided his cock back inside the crack,
finding the puckered entrance, still slick and wet. Slowly, with his lips
glued onto his brother's, his tongue flickering inside his brother's mouth,
he pushed. The butt hole refused to open.

"Relax, man," Majid groaned with desire. "Relax for me, bro. Let me love
you. Let me in."

"I can't," Jad whimpered under him. "It's too big. I can't. Please, M."

"Want me to stop?" Majid said, with regret in his tone. But he pressed
harder anyway.

"Awwww. M. Man. Hurts. FUCKING hurts."

Majid couldn't stop himself. He was beyond any control over his throbbing
cock. There was a moment when he felt the puckering butt hole relax a
little, and he took advantage and thrust hard. His cock head popped inside
the rim muscle.

"AWWW... AHHHH. FUCK!" Jad was almost screaming, his ass on fire,
stretched.

Majid pressed a bit harder and felt the shaft start to follow the head into
Jad's body. So warm. So tight.

"Jad, baby, just relax a bit for me, please. Let me in," he pleaded.

"HURTS. Oh, man, it fucking HURTS. You're so big. Oh God. FUCK. Majid. Take
it out. Oh, god, please, take it out."

Majid stopped the thrust inwards but kept his dick inside Jad's body,
letting Jad relax and get used to the invading thickness.

"Fuck me, bro."

Majid was startled. Did he hear correctly? Jad was asking him to fuck!
YES. He immediately drove in all the way to the base and froze, waiting for
the reaction from the hot sweating body pinned under him.

He licked the side of Jad's neck as he felt his brother's hand slide
between their bodies and reach for his now-elongating dick. Jad stroked
himself, his breaths coming out short and fast.

"Fuck me, Majid. Fuck my ass. Deep. NOW."

Majid fucked. Starting to draw out the length of his cock shaft and then
driving back in, pushing, stretching, deeper and deeper, careful not to
pull all the way out so that he wouldn't cause more pain when his fat cock
head invaded the hole muscle. He made sure that his cock head stayed inside
the ass as he drove in and out. His thrusts increased in tempo as Jad's
fuck tunnel sucked on his slithering, pulsating cock. Oh, man. Jad was
tight, was warm, was slick, was delicious. Majid pounded into his
brother. Under him, Jad stroked his dick and pleaded for more fucking.

With every thrust into Jad's body, Majid's heart seemed to explode. This
was not an ordinary fuck.

This was Jad, his brother. He poured all his love into the hot body under
him. He kissed hungrily, sucking on the sweet lips, his brother's
lips. Thrusting, fucking, the two bodies melting into one.

Finally, Majid couldn't hold back. He burst deep inside the cavity
enclosing his cock, milking him. As his juice squirted out of his engorged
cock, he grunted and moaned, pressing harder on top of his lover-
brother. He cummed and cummed.  Squirting all of this love juice, he
thought that now their sibling relationship was complete. Now he was
emptying his soul inside Jad. Now his semen was filling Jad's arteries. Now
he and Jad were one. As the final spurts of cum streamed out of his balls,
Majid thought that he must get Jad's semen into his own body as well. He
must have Jad's brotherly sperm fill his bowels and veins before he could
claim they were one.

Later that evening, after a short period of regaining their breaths, before
their older brother got back from visiting-and probably fucking-his
girlfriend, while their dad snored in the next room, Jad did fill Majid's
body, and the two brothers became one soul. Majid wasn't much used to
getting his ass plowed. He was invariably the top in the sexual
relationship he had had. But when Jad penetrated him, when he willingly
offered his butt to be fucked, resting his weight on his knees and elbows,
arching his back, he realized how fulfilling this was going to be.

Jad, the bottom, fucked like a true top. He pounded and moaned, his dick
sliding in and out of Majid's tight fuck tunnel. Like Majid a short time
before, Jad emptied gallons of semen inside his brother.

Majid felt the squirts as they hit his bowels, and his heart almost stopped
with the intensity of Jad's ejaculation. He tried to hear Jad as he cummed,
but Jad grew totally silent, his crotch glued onto Majid's butt cheeks,
pressing deep, not moving, his cock pulsating with every squirt.

As soon as he finished, Jad withdrew and plopped next to Majid who was
still in the doggy position, feeling wetness seeping out of his butt hole
and onto his balls. Jad was wheezing with uncontrollable breaths, his body
still shaking with the aftermath of his fucking. Majid climbed on top of
his sweating brother and kissed him, his erection pressing on the Jad's
cum-covered crotch.

"I love you, Jad," he whispered.

Jad bucked upwards, feeling the big cock grinding on him. "I love you, too,
bro," he sobbed.

"Shhhh..." Majid wiped away the tears streaming down Jad's cheeks, kissing
his brother's lips, grinding on him. "Baby, please, don't cry," he pleaded,
the guilt returning.

"Tears of joy, M," Jad managed to say between sobs. "I'm so full, so
happy. Thank you, Majid."

Majid got off Jad and spooned him, his erection resting in the beautiful
crack, his arms around the waist as Jad snuggled against him. They fell
asleep, only to wake a little while later when Majid's erected cock found
its way into the fucked butt hole of his brother and another bout of hot
anal sex was resumed to be consummated with huge loads of semen.

The rest of the summer? Yes. The two brothers fucked whenever they had the
chance. They never seemed to grow tired or bored with each other, totally
free of guilt or shame, totally engrossed with love and lust.

What a summer!