Date: Sat, 16 Oct 2010 12:38:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: "dancingfool@rocketmail.com" <dancingfool@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Alex and Me

Alex and Me

By dancingfool@rocketmail.com

     My brother Alex and I have been having sex now for more than twenty years.
 He's four years younger than I, but -- if you can believe it -- he seduced me.
 I had just turned 22, and he was 17.

     I had just graduated from college and I was living alone in a summer sublet
in a tower block on the edge of Harlem.  By dint of relentless lobbying, he
persuaded our parents to let him come up and visit me a week before the whole
family was to have a vacation together in Connecticut.  The morning after his
arrival we were having breakfast in the sunny kitchen of the flat and talking
about the various taboos society imposes on behavior, and Alex observed casually
that if you ignored one taboo (as both of us were by being gay), why allow
yourself to be constrained by any other, like, oh, say . . . the one against
incest?  I was just considering this abstractly when it dawned on me what he
meant.  I asked him if he really meant what I thought.  And he had the courage
to say yes.

     I stared at him, flabbergasted.  (Later he told me he thought for a moment
he had "lost a brother.")  But somehow I got my head around it, at least
intellectually, and agreed that it really made no sense to accept the
proscription against incest.  But I was still overwhelmed that my own younger
brother was coming on to me, but only because it had never occurred to me.
 Breakfast was pretty much forgotten as I listened to him tell me how sexy he
thought I was and how he fantasized about doing it with me.

     I sat there a bit dazed and realized that I found him incredibly sexy as
well.  He was about to turn 18, tall, thin, a bit gawky, getting hairy in all
the right places.  I wasn't so bad myself -- also tall and thin, red hair,
narrow hips, a bushy new mustache (which he later emulated).

     We left the table and he brought his suitcase into my bedroom to show me
the collection of porn he had brought with him.  He seemed to go for many types,
but what he wanted to show me was a picture of a pale young man with a strong
profile sitting at the side of a pool with his elbow on his knee gazing
pensively out over the water -- a man who resembled me.  He told me this was his
favorite picture, because it looked like me, and that he masturbated to it all
the time.  Both of us were hard by this time, and he got my pants open and
started sucking my cock.  At first I couldn't believe it, and even thought I
should stop him.  But then this great surge of joy hit me:  my own brother was
sucking my cock -- sucking my cock because he wanted me, was starving for me!
 It only took a few more strokes and with a groan I blasted my first load of cum
into my brother.  Alex swallowed every drop, keeping my cock in his mouth until
it was completely drained, and then carefully cleaning it off, making sure to
slurp down every drop of his big brother's semen.  I had never felt so loved in
my life!

     Eventually he released me from his mouth, and looked up at my face.  I
beamed at him and he grinned back at me.  "Your turn, Bro," I said, and went for
his fly.  I opened his belt buckle and got his zipper down and got his fat cock
out of the sweaty tangle of his jockeys.  It was beautifully thick and filled my
mouth completely.  I had some experience sucking cock, but it was hardly
necessary this first time with him:  my brother exploded into my mouth almost
immediately, which made my own cock completely hard again.  I gulped it down as
hungrily as he had swallowed mine, and carefully licked off every trace of his
cum, just as he had done for me.

     Releasing his cock, I reared up on my knees on the bed, smiling at him.  My
cock stood straight up, and he laughed.  His pants were still around his thighs;
we were both only half undressed.  I continued undressing him, and then took off
the rest of my own clothes.  He lay back on the bed, still smiling and looking
at me expectantly.  When we were both completely nude, I stood at the foot of
the bed with my hands on my hips, cock jutting out, just drinking in the sight
of my naked brother.  I watched his cock slowly stiffen, and when he was fully
hard again, I climbed onto the bed and lay down on top of him.  His arms went
around me and we ground our cocks into each other.

     With our faces inches apart, I said, "Hey, Bro.  Can you believe we just
did that?"

     He just shook his head, still smiling.

     "But we did.  And I bet we're going to do it again."

     He snickered.  I kissed him.  He kissed me back.  I stuck my tongue into
his mouth; he pushed his tongue into mine.  It felt weird at first -- I was
frenching my own brother.  But the weirdness passed, and hunger took over -- we
were sucking each other's faces, grinding our cocks against each other's
bellies.  I was inhaling my brother's breath, swallowing his saliva, and
suddenly there was the warm wetness of his ejaculation between us.  The
slickness of it acted as lube for me, and I humped him harder than before, never
breaking our kiss.  Moaning aloud I came, pumping out spurt after spurt of cum
onto Alex's belly, mixing our loads between our bodies.

     After a moment I rolled off his body and lay there panting beside him.  I
reached for his hand and we lay there holding hands and gazing up at the ceiling
in a post-orgasmic haze, inhaling the rich scent of semen and amazed at our own
nerve.

     "That was incredible," I finally said.

     He was silent.

     I turned my head to look at him.  "Are you okay, Bro?"

     He looked back with a grin that told me he was more than okay.  "I was so
afraid you would freak out when I told you I think you're hot," he said.

     "Well I did, sort of."

     "I know."

     "But I'm not freaking out now," I continued.  "And in case I forgot to say
it, you're hot too.  In fact, you're incredibly hot, Little Brother."  And I
rolled over to kiss him again.

     We made out for a little longer, but finally the cold and stiffness of the
drying spunk all over our chests and bellies drove us into the bathroom.  Alex
turned on the water and stepped into the shower first while I had a piss, and
then I joined him.  We washed each other down, grinning like idiots the whole
time, taking particular care with each other's genitals.

     The post-sexual glow gradually turned into a deep sense of domestic
comfort:  I had a load of my own brother's semen inside me, and now I was
tenderly cleaning his cock and balls, having full permission to touch him
anywhere.  And he had the same permission to touch me.  We'd grown up in a
family that hardly touched, but now our hands were all over each other.  We
couldn't stop ourselves from continuing to hug and kiss until the hot water
started to give out.

*    *    *

     For the rest of the week Alex and I continued to suck each other every day
-- it was as if we were starving for each other's semen.  I still had to work
every day, but we slept together in the big king-size bed and sucked each other
off or humped or masturbated together as soon as we woke up in the morning, as
soon as I got home from work in the afternoon, before we went to bed at night,
and usually again in the middle of the night.  We never wore clothes while we
were at the apartment.  It was hot, of course -- summer in New   York -- and we
needed to feast our eyes on each other all the time.  I'd never been so happy in
my life.  Outside of work we spent every moment together -- waking _and_
sleeping -- and I felt like I'd never get enough of my brother, of having sex
with my brother.

     But it wasn't just lust.  In a dim way I realized that I was actually in
love with Alex.

     On Saturday we were going to take the bus up to Connecticut to join the
rest of the family, and on Friday morning I asked Alex if I could fuck him.  He
was apprehensive.  We hadn't had the courage to make ass play part of our
routine yet -- we were both pretty inexperienced.  But I found the idea of
fucking my brother incredibly exciting, and I hoped he would let me try it.  He
agreed, but only if I would stop if it was too painful for him.  I agreed, and I
meant it.

     We were naked in the bedroom.  I would say my cock was harder than ever,
but of course it was completely rigid -- like his -- most of the time we were
together.  We piled the pillows against the headboard and Alex lay back against
them, legs spread wide.   I knew enough at least to have bought some KY Jelly,
and I had it in the nightstand.  I got out the tube of jelly, pierced the seal
and squeezed some out onto my fingers.  His legs were quite hairy, and so was
his anus.  I had never really looked at anyone's asshole before, and I was
fascinated.  It was quite hairy as well, but the hair was straighter and silkier
than his pubic hair.  Gently I applied the lube.  He jumped.

     "What's the matter?" I asked.

     "It's just cold," he said.

     So I continued to spread it around, waiting for it to warm up.  I had been
fucked, but I had never fucked anybody else before, and he hadn't been fucked at
all.  All my fantasies had been about getting fucked, but with my brother it was
different -- I wanted to penetrate him, to be inside him.  I knew I would have
to be gentle and take time to let him relax, but I was determined to make this
as good for him as it could possibly be.  (The fact that we had both come a
couple of hours earlier took a little urgency out of my need, at least.)

     "Just lie back, Bro," I told him.  "I won't do anything till you're ready."

     He lay back on the pillows and closed his eyes.  I continued rubbing the KY
around and into his anus, studying every vein, fold and wrinkle of my brother's
asshole, balls and cock.  Like me, Alex has large balls, and his penis is quite
thick -- totally perfect as far as I'm concerned.  To this day I can't get
enough of his cock and balls.  I watched his face as he relaxed, and his cock,
which had softened, began to swell again.  After a while a slow smile spread
across his face, and I figured he was ready.

     I got up onto all fours and climbed into position over him.  My cock was
like steel, and it left quite a wet spot on the bedspread where I'd been lying
between his legs.  I knelt over him and watched my cock echo my heartbeat,
jumping in time with my pulse.  I looked into my brother's eyes and reassured
him, "Don't worry, Bro -- I'll go really slow."

     I slathered my cock with KY and lowered the head to Alex's hole; he
flinched.  Just holding my glans against his anus, I waited for him to relax
again.  His cock was visibly softening, but finally his anus dilated enough for
me to get my cockhead inside him.  It's a picture I'll never forget:  morning
light streaming into the bedroom, my cockshaft under my brother's big balls, his
dark pubes and my bright orange ones, the copious hair on his buttocks, the
reddish tint of his scrotum and penis.

     Suddenly his sphincter tightened up, he gasped and his cock went completely
soft.  His eyes were squeezed shut.  I held still, waiting for him to get his
courage back, to let me all the way inside him.  After nearly a minute his eyes
opened, and his sphincter relaxed at the same time.  I held still.  We looked
each other in the eyes and I waited for him to give me a signal that he was
ready for more.  Eventually he smiled.  I smiled back and then slowly drove the
full length of my shaft into him.  Finally my pubes were mashing his balls
between us, and my whole cock was inside my brother's ass.

     The smooth, silky, velvety sensation of my brother's rectum instantly had
me on the edge of coming; I knew if I moved I would ejaculate immediately.
 Finally I pulled out just an inch, and just as slowly eased back into him.  But
it was no good trying to hold off:  with a grunt I fired my load deep inside my
brother, bolt after bolt of jizz spurting into his rectum, and laughter bubbled
up inside me.

     "Oh God, Alex -- that's the best thing I ever felt!" I gasped.

     "You came already?  You're amazing, Big Brother," he replied.

     I kissed him, and he kissed me back.  Our tongues wrestled, and I reveled
in the sensation of being inside both ends of my brother at once, my cock up his
ass, my tongue down his throat.  And he just pulled me farther into himself,
wrapping his arms and legs around me and sucking my tongue even deeper into his
mouth.  Our hunger for each other was overwhelming.

     Finally we broke our kiss.  Alex was still hard.  He took hold of his
wonderful thick penis, and while I rocked my cock gently in and out of his ass,
he masturbated to climax.  When his thick spunk splattered over his belly, I let
my cock slide out of him and bent down and licked him clean.  To this day
there's nothing I like better than sucking down a load of my brother's cum.
 When I finished hoovering it all up, we kissed, I lowered myself onto him and
we lay there dozing in each other's arms.

*    *    *

     The next morning we took Greyhound from the Port Authority to our
rendezvous with our Dad in Millerton, New York, just across the border from
Connecticut.  He picked us up at the rural stop to take us up to the mountain.
 We must both have looked like that cat that had swallowed the canary, but Dad
didn't notice such things, and we arrived at the cabin without any difficult
questions.

     Alex and I were sharing a room with our younger brother, so there was no
question of continuing our fucking in the cabin, but for the whole week we were
inseparable, taking long hikes through the woods or swims out to the islands in
the lake, talking endlessly, reanalyzing the world in light of our newfound
intimacy.  And of course we needed privacy to suck each other off, since it was
too inconvenient to fuck.  I needed to blow my brother at least twice a day, and
he wanted me just as badly, so we both had dirty knees for the entire week.  It
was exciting, but what I really wanted was to be making love to him in the
comfort of a bed, with enough time to relax and do it right.  Still, gulping
down his cum a few times a day was better than nothing.

*    *    *

     The next time we got together was the following Christmas in Omaha.  The
family was reunited for the holiday, the bedrooms full, and Alex and I were
relegated to the basement.  Although its distance from the bedrooms on floor
above afforded a bit of privacy, there was no door -- just a staircase from the
first floor -- and we were sleeping on couches.  But we couldn't keep our hands
off each other.  As soon as the activity died down upstairs, we were all over
each other:  kissing, sucking, sixty-nining until we'd dumped a couple of loads
down each other's throats.  It was impossible to sleep on the same couch, but at
least we were able to blunt the edge of our lust.  I didn't have the nerve to
fuck my brother in the house with the rest of the family, but every night after
lights out we drained each other's balls and then talked the night away,
thrilled with each other's company and our subversive courage to be committing
incest together.

     Each time our family got together for vacations, Alex and I behaved pretty
much like this:  sneaking away for quick blowjobs when we could, but never
making real time for each other.  Finally, however, Alex suggested that we take
a trip, just the two of us.  I was living in New York, and he was living in
Northern Virginia, and he suggested that we fly to Chicago for the Fourth of
July weekend.  (He was working for United Airlines, so he could go anywhere
virtually for free, and could find a good deal for me as well.)  I was living
with a boyfriend in New York, and not surprisingly it was pretty difficult to
explain why I was going on a trip without him.  Disingenuously, I even invited
him to join us, counting on the likelihood that he wouldn't be able to get away
from his job.  To my guilty gratification, he wasn't.

     Alex and I rendezvoused at O'Hare, and we took a shuttle into town.  I had
lube with me, which I let him know, and we both knew what was going to happen.
 We were beside ourselves with lust -- I think we were both hard for the entire
bus ride.

     We arrived at the Palmer House, a vast and elegant downtown hotel, and I
thought check-in would never end.  With his travel professional discount Alex
had secured us a huge room, and the luxury was amazing:  two full baths --
clawfoot tubs, fishtail faucets, the works -- and a pair of queen beds in a vast
bedroom all to ourselves.  We didn't spend much time admiring the appointments,
however -- we were too horny.  We tore each other's clothes off, and in minutes
I was poised over my spread-eagled brother, my cock already lubed, applying KY
to his burning anus.  We hadn't been able to fuck for over a year, so I knew we
had to take it slow, but it was all I could do not to ram myself into him.  We
were grinning crazily at each other, and Alex's cock was standing up off his
belly with excitement.  As soon as I thought he was ready I lowered my glans to
his hole.  He nodded eagerly, and I pushed past his sphincter.  To my amazement,
he then grabbed my hips and pulled me all the way into himself in one stroke;
finally I was balls-deep in my brother again, after way too long.  And just like
last time, I couldn't hold off:  I moaned and pumped a huge load into him almost
instantly.  He laughed, "That's my horn-dog big brother!"

     "How did you do that, Bro?" I couldn't help asking.

     "Well you know Steve fucks me," he replied.  His boyfriend -- I had
forgotten, of course.  "So I get practice with him, and of course with the men I
meet _dans la rue_.  But whenever Steve is fucking me I fantasize that it's
you."

     "Seriously?"  I was staggered.

     "Yep, I just pretend it's my brother's big cock -- which is hard, cuz
you're way bigger than he is, Mr. Dick of Death."  He grinned.  "And when he
comes, I pretend it's my big brother's cum filling me up."

     I couldn't believe it:  even when he was with his boyfriend, my brother was
fantasizing about me.  And for me it was a huge turn-on to imagine him not just
with his boyfriend, but having sex with other guys he was meeting on his jet
vacations.  But the important thing I had to tell him now.

     "You know what, Bro?" I asked.  "I do the same thing.  "Even when Tim (my
own boyfriend) is fucking me and I'm jacking off, the way I _always_ come is to
imagine I'm fucking you."   I guess there's no help for us McGregor boys -- we
were made for incest!"

       Alex snickered and said, "All right, Big Brother, I planned this trip for
one reason:  I want you to fuck my brains out the whole time we're here.  We
keep getting together and we can't have real sex because there's family around,
or whatever, but now we have a hotel room for four days, and I hope we fuck till
my ass and your cock are so sore we can't fuck anymore."

     "God are you hot, Little Brother."  I could hardly believe my ears, hardly
believe that he wanted exactly what I wanted.  "Jes' don't throw me in the briar
patch!" I quipped.  I began to fuck him again, and he began to masturbate.

     I rammed into him and he beat his meat furiously.  Watching him handle his
wonderful fat cock made me thirst for his cum, and I cupped my hand under his
cockhead, ready to catch that delicious brothercum as soon as he shot.  He knew
what I wanted, and in a few minutes he was ejaculating into my palm, squirt
after squirt of thick brother spooge.  I raised it to my mouth and slurped it
down.  Then, with his eyes on my face, his sphincter gripping my shaft and his
sperm in my belly, I blasted another huge load into my gorgeous horny brother.

     The weekend went just as Alex hoped:  we fucked like jackrabbits.  I didn't
know that I had it in me, but every time I looked at my brother, my cock
stiffened up again, and it was the same for him.   I fucked him on his back, I
fucked him on his belly, I fucked him on his side; we fucked in the bed, we
fucked on the floor, we fucked on the couch and we fucked in the bathroom.  Of
course, we were in a town new to us, so we explored the city, walking for miles,
shopping and checking out the museums, hitting the bars on Halston, eating at
places we found listed in the Gay Yellow Pages (no internet at this point, of
course) and dancing at clubs, but at least once every single day we had to cut a
field trip short, rush back to the hotel, and fuck.

     Alex was right, though:  by the third day both my cock and his asshole were
raw -- but we couldn't stop.  It only forced us to new heights of ingenuity to
keep playing with each other.  We explored the joys of rimming, and we spent
hours at it.  We tested the limits of just how long I could stay inside him
without losing my hardon or coming.  I was making him cum five or six times a
day, and I couldn't get over how much he produced.  (He even admitted it was a
bit of a problem when he jacked off if he didn't have a ton of Kleenex or toilet
paper to clean up with.)  Of course I ate every drop of it, usually drinking it
directly from his cock when I sucked him off, but first thing in the morning I
insisted that he masturbate while I fucked him just so I could watch the amazing
abundance of it, gushing out of his fat cock onto his hairy belly, where I would
lap it all up.

     On Monday, however, when we had to split up at the airport, it just about
hurt.  I already knew I was in love with him, but the weekend had proved to me
just how good it would be spend all my time with him, to stop fantasizing and
actually do something about it.  But of course I had a boyfriend, and so did he
-- a lot of stuff was going to have to be rearranged, but it was the beginning
of a resolve in me that eventually did come to fruition.  But you've probably
read all about that in _Fratrimony_ already.