Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2011 22:45:48 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Brothers Are The Best part 2 (teen/incest)

I was lying in my bed with my cute brother on top of me.  I was naked
and he was in his shorts and t-shirt.  I pulled his shirt off of him.
We had my cum all over us.  I'd just let him jack me off after he had
given me a sensual massage.  I had told him to kiss me but he said he
didn't know how to French kiss but he soon learned after a few
lessons.  I'd laid into him at first but I let up to show him how to
do it better.

"Open your mouth, man...yeah...now when I stick my tongue in your
mouth you do the same to me...mmm..that's right...explore my mouth
with your tongue."

I let him experiment a minute or two before I began kissing him
hardcore. I ravaged that boy's mouth with my tongue and it felt like I
was raping his mouth.  I'd never displayed such intensity in a kiss
before with any chick--it was so different with a dude!  After
attacking him in the mouth, I pulled him over on his back and got on
top of him.  He was not a wimpy boy, but at that moment felt so soft
and fragile under my heavier body.  I ran my tongue down to his neck
and kissed all around his Adam's apple.  I kissed my way up to his ear
and chewed lightly on his earlobe.  He was moaning and drooling, his
eyes were closed tightly.  I stuck my tongue in his ear and he seemed
to really like that new sensation.  I basically did the things that I
liked to do with a gal.

He began rubbing his own dick through his shorts, but I pulled his
hand away.  I pulled down his shorts and started to jack him off. I
never had another dick in my hands before.  This one was a little
smaller than mine was (but not really small for a 13 year old in
hindsight). He had some soft brown hair on his pubes, but his balls
were smooth and limp in my hand.  I felt the head of his uncut dick by
sticking my fingertips under the fold of skin.  He moaned really
loudly.  We both laughed at that loud outburst.  He guided my hands in
a jack-off motion that he was used to.

"It feels so different jacked by someone else," he said dreamily.

After a couple of minutes, he was shooting like a geyser.  Cum flew
all over his stomach and down my wrist.  Instinctively, I rubbed his
come all over his stomach and chest.  I don't know what prompted me to
do it, but I stuck a cum-covered finger in my mouth.  I had never even
tasted my own cum.  It was kind of plain and had a saline quality, but
it was nice. I collapsed next to him and he rolled over and got on top
of me.  We began kissing and started a make out session that ended up
lasting an hour.  We didn't stop unless one of us had to get up and
pee.  Little by little, we stopped and just lay there feeling quite
happy. It was then that we began to talk about everything.  I asked
him how long he had wanted to fool around with me. Then he began his
story.

"A couple of years ago, I found one of dad's Playboy videos in the
trash.  I was always horny after watching it.  When no one was home,
which was almost never, I would go put it in the VCR and watch it.
Then at night, I'd lay naked in bed imagining massaging someone.  At
first I thought about some girls I knew, or models from TV.  Then, it
was friends...then you.  Last year I was naked at night and playing
with my dick.  I had discovered long ago that rubbing both palms over
it really fast (like someone trying to make a fire with a stick) felt
really good.  On one rainy night, I was doing the same thing and out
of nowhere, my dick felt so good I couldn't believe it!  When I
finished, I had sticky clear stuff that came out.  It wasn't like what
I squirt out now, it was watery.  I was scared to death.

At the library, I read books about sex and finally figured out what
happened.  I never knew what "cum" or jackin' off really meant, even
after hearing your friends joke about it.  I started to jack off
watching that massage video whenever you guys left to go the store or
run an errand.  I had to be quick about it.  However, at night, I
could jack off and think about all kinds of things and take my time.
I would even jack off two times in a row until my dick hurt or I fell
asleep.  When you started to let me hang out with you and the guys, I
was so happy.  I didn't want to blow it like Stan and his brother--you
know, they just can't get along.  They hate each other and are always
fighting.  Me and you had always gotten along and I wanted to keep it
that way.

Whenever you guys went to play football in the field or basketball in
the park, I would sometimes zone out and stop watching the game.
Before I knew it, I was watching you.  Everyone likes you and you get
along with everyone so easily.  I became a little jealous of you and
all your friends.  Besides that, you had a hot girlfriend.  Girls from
my school even talk about you!  When we all walk home together they
always asked how my "stud brother" was doing.  I would almost get mad,
but then I realized I was lucky to have such popular brother.

When you guys played sports, I started to notice the way you moved.  I
liked the way you would sweat and still look good.  I started to
really like it when you guys would take off your shirts and get even
more sweat dripping off you.  I had to stay sitting down or else my
hard on would show.  Man, I got to the point to where I started to
think about you all the time.  When you would go someplace, I would
sneak into your room and take your clothes and smell them.  I wanted
to know what you smelled like up close.

Hey, Don't laugh!  I even stole a pair of your sox and jacked off
while taking a sniff at them! You don't know how gorgeous you are!  I
have watched you tan in the yard.  Even your feet are beautiful.  Your
feet are so smooth and sexy.  And your butt looks hot enough to eat.
I have seen a porno at Jimmy's and watched women suck off guys.  I
even think about sucking your dick dude.  I like the way you smell,
too.  Whether you just got out of the shower, are leaving for a date,
or even if you have been sweating like a pig, one sniff and I get all
hard.  Don't get me wrong, I like girls, too.  I am so scared to ask
anyone out!  I hate the way I look.  I know I am smart in school and
do well in track and some other sports, but I think I look stupid!
Who would want to go out with me? I'm so skinny."

At this point, Luis acted like he was going to cry.  I pulled him
straight up and he knocked against the headboard of the bed.  He
looked shocked.

I answered, "You stupid ass! You are a good-looking guy.  I can't
believe you have such a low opinion of your looks!  Chicks are getting
into Latino looking dudes all the time now!  You are only skinny coz
you're growing.  Look at those pictures of me at your age!  I was
thinner!  You have more muscle than I did!  We're gonna start working
out in the garage together--I'll show you how easy it is to work out.
 I'm gonna fix you up with Laura's sister."

My little brother started to perk up.

"We can go out together to a movie or something, don't be such a chicken shit."

We both started laughing.  Then he got serious suddenly.

"But what about us, are we faggots?"

"I don't think so, we still like chicks, but we like to fool around
together...I couldn't imagine touching any other dude.  It seems weird
to wanna mess with my friends."

At that time I didn't know what being bisexual really was.  I didn't
want to admit that messing around with another guy, brother or not,
was not what a straight person does.  We justified it as brotherly
love.  And boy...was he in love with me!

The next night, like the other ones that week, he came to my room and
asked how my foot was.  Dad was in bed and our stepmother was way
taking care of her mom.  I jumped on the bed, pulled off my shirt, and
lay there in my briefs. "Why don't you check it out and see? I had
just showered and was feeling fresh all over.  I no longer had the
bandage on my ankle after the swelling had gone down.  He took my foot
and began to massage it.  No longer worried about my erection showing,
I rubbed my dick through the crotch of my underwear.  He surprised me
by bending down and licking the underside of my foot.

"I've wanted to do this all week," he said.

He licked on each toe, then sucked each one individually.  He moved to
my other foot.  He did the same to it.  It was really ticklish, but
felt damn good.

"You think Laura will lick your feet for you?"

I said, "Fuck no, but you better do it!"  We both laughed.

My brother looked so handsome smiling, such beautiful, white, straight
teeth.  His brown eyes twinkled like he was the keeper of some naughty
secret.  He licked up the inside of my thighs.  I knew what he wanted
to do, and I wasn't about to stop him!  He reached up and pulled down
my underwear.  He slid them all the way off.  I told him he had to get
naked too.  He was a little embarrassed, but went ahead and took off
his shirt and shorts.  He was naked except for a pair of white sox."

"Wanna suck my dick?" I asked.

He stared at it and said, "I don't know how."

"Just lick it for me for now."

He put his nose up to it and inhaled into my foreskin.  A look of true
bliss covered his face.  He stuck his nose into my still damp pubic
hair.

"You like my bush, bro?"

"Yeah, it's clean but it still smells like your underwear sometimes does."

That confirmed he sniffed more than my socks!  I was hard as a brick.
When he took the first lick up the bottom of my shaft, I jumped...it was
electrical.  That first lick ended right at the tip of my foreskin and
piss hole.  He wiggled his tongue all around in my foreskin for a
minute or two.  He moved down to my balls and lovingly sucked on each
separately.  He alternated back and forth to each nut.  I felt like a
king with a sex slave.   He boldly wrapped his lips around my cock and
moved down on it.

"Ouch! Watch your teeth man....maybe you should cover them with your lips."

That advice worked.  Soon, he was pumping up and down on my dick.

"Whoa, man, I will come too soon, unless you want it to be over with fast."

After told him that, he went back to licking and sucking on my balls.
I couldn't take it any longer and had to have my brother's mouth and
body up against mine.  I pulled him on top of me.  He felt very light.
 We Frenched deep and sensually.  I sucked his juicy mouth with my
tongue.  I even sucked on his tongue like I was giving it head.  I
liked having his exposed body against my naked one.  My feet felt his
socked feet against them.  We were both smooth and practically
hairless on our upper torso.  When our skin slid against the other it
was very sexy.  He moved down and started gently chewing and sucking
on my nipples.  This was better than any sex I'd had with girls.

He really surprised me by moving up to my armpit and licking it
lovingly.  I squirmed and laughed at first, no one had ever touched my
bare armpits in my life.  The sensation of someone else doing it, and
in this case licking it, was indescribable.  Luis moved back down to
my dick and started sucking it again.  I moved him into a sixty nine
position so I could play with his cock.  I wanted to taste his, but
was so caught up in my own blowjob.  I just fondled his dick and balls
for now.

I was on my back and he was on all fours, with his ass facing me.  I
rubbed my hand over his cheeks.  They were smooth as a girl's cheeks.
I pulled them apart to look at his asshole.  There was some fuzz
there, like mine before the thicker hair grew around my hole.  The
fuzz trail led to his nuts where he had regular pubic hair already.  I
wondered what it would feel like to have my ass licked.  Tony, at
school said some skank did it for his stepbrother.  The thought of
that was gross, because Tony and his brother are very hairy, heavy,
and dirty guys.  Surely, though, someone clean must be into it, too.

Out of impulse, I slid my finger across Luis's hole.  He let out a
moan.  I was worried that I'd smell his hole it would be gross, but I
only barely caught a whiff of it.  We've all smelled our own ass at
some time or another, and it was not any different than mine.  I liked
the way it felt--like a soft pucker, tight to enter.  I really had the
urge to push my finger in.  I imagined that it must be tighter than
any pussy.  Guys I know always talk about wanting a girl that likes it
up the ass because it is tighter.  I wondered if my brother would let
me fuck his cute butt.  Hell, everything in time.  I realized there
was not any rush here.  I hadn't even played with my own ass before.
Luis might be thinking about the same thing with me.  I didn't have
any desire for my ass to be poked or probed at that time, however.

Between my dirty thoughts and sexy view of my brother, I couldn't take
his mouth pumping on my cock anymore and shot into his mouth.  His
head went up and down frantically on my cock as my cum started to hit
the back of his throat.  I was in such bliss I couldn't keep my eyes
open.  I came so intensely.  When my final squirt was over, I was out
of breath and sweaty.  I wanted to return the favor to my brother.  I
tried to get him to move around so I could suck him off, but instead,
he wanted me to hover over him while he jacked off.

"I want to smell you while I jack off!" He said.

I obliged.  As he lay there stroking his dick, I got on top of him
from an angle to his left.  I pulled his head into my chest and rubbed
his face in my sweat.  I let him smell and lick my pits again.  They
weren't dirty from the day since I'd recently showered, but they were
wet with fresh sweat and building a slight musk.  He started to moan
with my armpit locked around his face--he sucked my pit hair hard. My
hand took the place of his and I jacked him to a wonderful climax.  He
shot all over his stomach.  His cum was so milky white. I pressed my
body against his and let our cum stick to both of our chests and
stomachs.  It was as if the cum bonded us together like some special
glue. We lay arm in arm until we fell asleep together.  I had a
feeling we'd be sleeping like this more often.

We stirred from our sleep at two a.m. when the phone rang.   Dad
didn't hear it and we didn't have an answering machine.  After the
tenth ring, I walked into the hallway and answered it.

"Hello," I groggily said.

"Bro!  I can't fuckin' believe it!"

It was Eddie.  He was crying.

"Dude, what's wrong?"

"My mom is dead!"

I didn't say anything as I was in a daze and in shock.  After he
gained some composure, he began talking.  It turned out his mom had
two killer strokes and was gone rather quickly.  It had come about
without any warning.  Dad wandered downstairs wondering what was going
on.  I handed him the phone and watched him turn very sad for his
other son and his ex-wife.

The next day we were all on a plane to California to be with Eddie and
to grow much closer to him.

To be continued