Date: Fri, 09 Jun 2006 07:40:38 +0800
From: Daniel M <lantern-bearer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brotherly Love 2

The same warnings for the former apply.

Sorry for the mistakes in the first one! T_T
Aaannd. ... Send suggestions or ideas or feedback or something to my e-mail.
-^^ I look forward to writing other stories. This will probably be the last
of this 'series', as I can't be bothered writing more.
  So send me ideas for other stories!

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Luke peered through the open fence cautiously, dressed in his grey, white
and black uniform. "Randy?" He called out to me. I looked up from the old
bomb I was working on. There were a number of other cars lined up, few of
them in much better condition. This garage was quite small, though, so there
were only five cars sitting, waiting for repairs or inspections.

  Michael was working on the car just beside the one I was working on. He
looked up, too. We both waved casually at him, and I beckoned him to come
in. He walked through the gate in the fence, into the small junkyard/garage.
I wiped my hands on my coveralls and smiled at him.

  "You hungry, Luke?" I asked him. He shook his head sheepishly. I smiled
and nodded my head at Michael, "When you've finished up, come on in for a
break." I said.

  I walked over the yard, with Luke at my heels. We went into the office. It
was a small room, with a sofa-bed and a bar fridge, and a small counter. Not
really an office, the only office-y thing there was the desk, with a cheap
laptop sitting on it before a ratty-looking wheely chair.

  The room was a little messy, but nothing unbareable. Michael lived here in
the office, as he had nowhere else to go. I could sleep here, as well, and
Luke had stayed here once or twice. There was a small bathroom attached, and
a dodgy little TV in the corner. Enough to live with for a while.

  "Want to watch some TV?" I asked my young brother casually. He nodded,
clambering onto the couch and picking up the remote. I smirked, "The remote
doesn't work, anymore." He learnt this himself, clicking it ineffectually.
He crawled onto the floor and turned the VCR on, channel surfing until
something decent presented itself.

  I opened the bar fridge and took out a can of beer for Michael, and an
already-made sandwhich for myself. "Um," Luke interrupted me. "Can I have
some of that...?" He asked, biting his knuckles and pointing at a slab of
rocky road. I smiled at him, and nodded. I grabbed the chocolate and took it
out of the fridge.

  I cut up the rocky road for him, handing him a decent sized piece, then
slipped the rest back into the fridge. He smiled at me and hugged me
tightly, almost knocking me over. I smiled back, ruffling his hair. It
reminded me meekly of the night before.

  Luke released me, then tottered back toward the TV, sitting on the couch
so he could see it comfortably. I unwrapped my sandwhich, and sat next to
him. He pushed his head on my arm, and it slithered around him reflexively.

  We watched some non-descript television programming. Luke's hand was
straying, I just noticed, slipping underneath my overalls. I knew what he
wanted. I looked at him, "What are you doing?" I asked softly.

  "I want to show you I love you more..." he whispered back. I told him
again that I knew he loved me, and he didn't have to show me. "But I want
to," was his reply.

  "Well. Okay," I conceded. I undid one of the buckles that held up my
overalls, letting one side of the flap-like covering fall away from my naked
chest. My small, pink nipple was there, surrounded by smooth and taut flesh.

  Luke didn't pause to wait for me further, he leaned up and extended his
tongue, gently teasing the nub of my nipple. I breathed out softly, gripping
his shoulder to reassure him. He pulled his tongue back, and reached a hand
over to my opposite thigh for support as he came up and kissed my nipple,
gently burshing his soft pink lips up and around it.

  My hand fell to the small of his back, where I rubbed him warmly, urging
him on. I breathed softly, the sounds of sensuous sex escaping between my
wet lips, as I licked them. Luke bit gently, and I gasped slightly,
surprised, but soon warmed to the idea.

  The door creaked, I didn't notice it, and nor did Luke. Michael walked
into the room, and dropped a hammer in response to seeing us. I looked up,
Luke noticed my movements, and he looked up too. We both stared at him,
Luke's narrow pink tongue was still on my nipple as he gawked at Michael.

  "Hey, Michael," I heard myself say, surprisingly calm. He nodded slowly at
me. "Come over here," I said, beckoning him with my free hand, and patting
the space beside me.

  As if he were my thrall, he came as I told him, and dropped into the space
beside me, still staring at the innocent smile on Luke's face. "What are
you-"

  I shushed him, holding a finger to his lips. Luke resumed kissing my
nipples, as I undid Michael's belt, and slid it out of it's holders, tossing
it to the floor. "Just relax..." I said, comfortingly, as I undid his
buttons and unzipped his zips to reveal the tight white briefs beneath.

  Using long fingers, I teased the elastic down, gentling his dick out into
the open air. He lifted off the couch, and slid both his underwear and his
jeans down to his knees, then sat back down. I wrapped my fingers around his
dick and began to slowly but strongly masturbate it.

  Luke closed his lips around my nipple, and gave one hard, long suck before
releasing them. He slithered over a little and sat up on my thigh. My hand
fell to his thigh, where it rested as I masturbated Michael. I looked into
his eyes, and mimmicking that I had done the night before, I touched his
chin very gently, and guided his lips to mine, kissing him tenderly.

  Michael breathed out in ragged breaths, evidently enjoying someone else
masturbating him for a change. He unbuckled his overalls, and pulled up the
white shirt he wore beneath. He slipped the collar over his head, his arms
still constricted by the fabric, and massaged his chest. His muscles were
much like mine, toned and firm, but flowing gently like water down our
bodies.

  Luke withdrew first from the kiss, and then undid the other buckle on my
overalls, lifting himself off my thigh to pull them down to my knees. He
leant over the couch and pulled them the rest of the way off, revealing my
smooth, muscular legs, and my tight white briefs.

  Michael leant over, wanting to taste my lips. I obliged him, kissing him,
but the passion when I kissed Luke was absent, there was no love. It was
just a kiss. Michael shuffled closer to us, his thigh touching warmly to
mine. He withdrew from the kiss, and stood up, to properly remove the rest
of his clothing.

  Luke pulled back the tight elastic of my briefs, sliding them down my
thighs to my knees. He kissed the dormant member that lay there, and I leant
back, lifting my hands up and behind my head to help me relax. As he worked
it over, it began to slowly swell and rise.

  Michael stood, now naked, over us both, watching us. He found himself
slowly wanking his dick, which seemed smaller than mine by just a slither,
his testicles were smaller, too. He was also shorter than me by a few
inches. He masturbated himself, slipping back onto the couch for a better
view of those beautiful prepubescent lips on that wonderous post-pubescent
cock.

  "Hey, Luke," I said softly as Michael sat down. Luke looked up, holding my
dick. He looked so cute like that, his questioning and waiting face right
next to my half-erect dick. I smiled, "Do you want to show Michael what you
did last night?"

  He smiled back, "Sure. Michael? Do you want to see?"

  Michael suddenly realised that we were talking to him, and our attentions
were on him. He nodded sheepishly, unsure what else to do. Luke smiled, and
sat on the floor in front of Michael. He got up on his knees and let over
Michael's half-erect cock, now about three and a half inches long.

  Luke spared no time in engulfing it, as it was already half-way up, and
sucked on it hard, before picking up a decent rhythm. He slid on and off of
Michael's cock, now glistening with saliva, as his tongue rode with his
lips.

  Michael leaned back, and put one hand on Luke's head, encouraging his
efforts. Luke responded by doubling his efforts, and Michael gasped and
moaned in ecstacy.

  I, left alone now, stood up, removing the rest of my attire, and wondered
over to the bathroom. Here, in the medical cabinet, I procured a tube of
lubricant, and squeezed a generous amount onto my hand, and rubbed it into
my dick. I masturbated in the bathroom for a while, getting my cock to it's
full length.

  I came back out, watching Luke's head bobbing up and down on a contented
Michael. Michael's hand was running through Luke's silky hair, and pushing
him a little so he could get in an extra inch. The same as last night, one
part of his dick was left exposed, as Luke couldn't maintain a
deep-throating rhythm.

  "Wait guys, we have to reposition ourselves," I said over them. They both
stopped and looked up at me. Michael seemed a little disappointed. I took
Luke by the shoulder, and pulled him back and up, so he stood beside me, his
head coming up to below my chest. I rested a limp arm around him and
instructed Michael, "You lie parallel to the back of the chair, with your
head on the arm, here."

  Michael obeyed, shifting quietly. He now lay along the couch, his wet dick
erect from a plume of black pubic hairs that came up in a small trail to his
naval. He watched me as I repositioned Luke, telling him softly how to sit
and how he would go about continuing what he was doing before.

  Luke now sat between Michael's legs, leaning down and extending his
tongue, to tease and salivate on Michael's piss slit. He gasped harshly at
the wicked sensations of ecstacy that spasmed through him.

  I got on my knees behind Luke, and admired for a moment his perfect arse
cheeks. They were flawless globes, hairless and smooth. In between them was
the tight, pink pucker of his anus.

  I took the tube and squeezed more lubricant onto my fingers, delicately
inserting one. His body seized up, and his anus tightened around my fingers,
and the reaction in Michael's face was almost amusing. Slowly, Luke's body
relaxed, his anus loosened a little, and he continued to pleasure Michael.

  I slid my fingers in deeper, slowly so he wouldn't seize up again. When my
finger was as deep as it could be, I slid it out, then pushed in again, a
little more harshly, picking up a rhythm. Michael's hands ruffled my
brother's hair, encouraging him to pick up speed and go faster and harder.

  Michael began to talk. Soft words passed through his lips, things like
"Oh, yeah," and "Fuck." Mostly in a string of iliterate sentences. Michael
was a talker, I noticed, smiling a little. I wasn't sure why that amused me,
but it did. I had never been a big talker.

  Luke could take three fingers, now. He was ready. I positioned the head of
my cock to align with his anus, and pushed on the tight pucker gently,
holding my dick with my hand to guide it. I sighed with pleasure as my
cockhead immersed itself in Luke's warm anal passage. He seized up again,
the same amusing expression crossed Michael's face, and then Luke relaxed,
and continued his rhythm.

  Slowly, I pushed forward, and his tight ring hungrily devoured my slippery
member. Deeper and deeper until my dick was nine and a half inches inside
him.

  Luke's rhythm on my Michael became more eratic, as he got used to having
someone inside him. His wiggled his butt around, shifting it to make it more
comfortable for himself. I waited patiently, my dick in him all the way to
the hilt.

  He finally relaxed, able to continue his rhythm. I slid out, and looked at
my glistening cock, the head still in his arse. This just made me want him
more, I loved seeing his perfect cheeks thrust apart by my long dick. I
pushed in again, sliding all the way to the hilt, a gasp escaping Luke's
lips onto Michael's cock. Slowly, I picked up a very gentle and steady
rhythm. In, out, in, out.

  Luke's hips rocked back and forth in response, sliding himself on and off
my cock. His sucking became eratic as it had before, and his mouth clumsily
swallowed and regurgitated Michael's cock through the off-beats of my
fucking.

  I picked up speed, confident he was getting used to it. Re positioning
myself to better fuck his arse, I went faster. Then faster, still, and still
faster until I was fucking his arse as fast and hard as I could. I took his
hips and rode them heavily and strongly. As ecstacy took hold, the world
around me swam out of my concern, and I moaned and gasped, fucking his
skin-tight tube.

  That's what I loved about virgins, untouched, perfectly tight. Michael
came, and Luke's mouth was out of aim when it happened. Strings of cum leapt
onto Luke's face, landing on his nose and his lips and left cheek. Michael
squeezed the rest of it out, drizzling it down his dick. He lay there,
staring at the ceiling while I raped Luke's arse.

  Luke gasped and moaned, clutching Michael's legs and my hand as I fucked
him. Tears formed in his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, his gasps got
louder and he began to shout out with the overwhelming pain, he screamed as
I raped his arse, unable to think on that level anymore as primal lust had
taken control.

  Michael looked up, a little concerned now. He jumped up when he saw what
was happening and hurried to me, touching my shoulder and shouting for me to
stop. I slowed, unaware of what I was doing. I had gone just long enough to
cum, and the hot white was leaking out of his arse, and down his inner
thigh.

  "Stop, you're hurting him!" Michael said, though I had already stopped. I
blinked, unaware of exactly what he meant. Then I realised my brother was
still attached to this arse, and withdrew immediately. Cum drizzled out of
his anus and down his other thigh as I did.

  "Luke!" I shouted, running to his side, and turning him over. "Are you
alright?" I asked, customarily, knowing he wasn't. I held him gently,
pulling him closer and uttering apologies. "Michael, get some ice."

  Michael fetched a bag of ice from the bottom of the fridge and gave it to
me, I held it where Luke's arse was. He shivered a little. I was sitting on
the ground, one arm around his shoulders comforting him, the other under his
arse.

  "Michael, get the phone, I need to call mum." Luke looked worried at this,
"Don't worry, Luke. But you'll have to stay here tonight, alright?" He
nodded slowly.

  Michael fetched the phone and I made the call. Then we all dressed and I
comforted him for the rest of the night while we watched the TV.