Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2000 10:23:39 -0600
From: ru 2 <meatbeat2k@hotmail.com>
Subject: Story Submission: Brothers Are The Best  part 1  (teen/incest)

This is a fictional story.


Brothers Are The Best
Part 1
by dan x

I am a firm believer in brotherly love.  It was about 1990 when events 
happened that would bring my brothers and I closer.  I had an older brother 
from my dad's first marriage.  I hardly saw Eddie except for Christmas and 
maybe sometimes on vacation.  He lived with his mother and step-father in 
California.  He was 22 and I was 17.  I was about to finish high school.  
Despite the bitter relationship between his mom and our dad, we still stayed 
friendly through the phone and sometimes by postcard.  My little brother, 
Luis, was 13.  We were all born from a Latino father, but Eddie's mother was 
Puerto Rican and he shared her features more than dad's.  Luis's mother and 
mine was Caucasian.  However, we were all very dark skinned.  Eddie had very 
handsome, black features and we had our father's Central American features.

Growing up, Luis had never been the annoying little brother that most guys 
have.  We were always good together.  I guess since he never begged to hang 
out with me and my friends, I ended up letting him come along with us often. 
He mainly came to watch us play basketball behind the school.  Some of the 
dudes would even let him play, pretending to let him occasionally score.  
That really boosted his confidence.  Other than that, he was often on his 
own.  There weren't too many kids his age at our end of the neighborhood.  I 
was 5ft9, and at that time he was a foot shorter.  Later he grew to an equal 
height.  He was trim and fit for his age.  Not beefy, just lean and fit.  I 
was starting to work out with some weights in our garage.  My grandma had 
given them to us the year before and I finally got them out and used them.  
I had lots of dates in high school, but was never really "in love" with any 
one girl.  I'd already had sex four times with Laura Metz, a cheerleader 
type at school.  Luis often went to the movies in groups of kids from 
school, but never brought a girlfriend home while he was in junior high.  He 
wasn't really a loner, but stayed to himself as the junior high years began.

That summer of 1990, I had been playing football in a field with friends on 
one hot day.  The summers in central Texas were very fierce.  On top of the 
heat, my leg was sore from the previous day's antics of goofing trying to 
race one of the guy's home.  To make it worse, I ran to the edge of the 
field and twisted my foot.  I didn't break anything, but sprained my foot 
badly.  Back then, physical therapy was not such a big deal.  The doctor had 
requested it, but my family couldn't afford it.

After I returned from the hospital emergency room the day I hurt my foot, I 
was tired and drugged.  I was given some pills to make me relax and to ease 
the pain.  My dad was at work all day and my stepmother had to go to work in 
the evening.  As I lay in my underwear, my leg and foot killing me, Luis 
stepped into my room.  I told him what had happened.  He said he'd rub my 
leg if I wanted him to.  Normally, I would have said no, but I was out of it 
and I thought it would feel good anyhow.  We had seen each other naked 
before or changing, it was not any big deal.  My brother sat down next to me 
and started to gently knead my calves and ankle until he got to the part of 
the foot that was really hurt.  It felt really nice.  Very tingling.  I must 
have dozed off.  The next thing I knew, it was nearly nine at night.  Dad 
and Marie had the only upstairs room.  Growing up, we were lucky that the 
stairs creaked next to our rooms--it warned us if anyone was coming 
downstairs.  I heard the familiar creak.  It was Dad. He came in to check on 
me and to gently scold me for being so careless.  Then he laughed to 
himself.  He was glad he had a macho, active son, he was very proud of me.  
I think I reminded him of him when he was a teen himself...that is, always 
getting into scrapes, but having fun.  We chatted for a few.  He asked me if 
I'd seen that pretty girl again, the one I'd brought home for dinner.  I 
told him she was gone for the summer.  He told me goodnight and left the 
room.

I watched some TV, and then decided to go to bed again. Luis came into the 
room to check on me.  He asked if I wanted him to rub his leg and foot 
again.  I was a little embarrassed.  I was completely aware of everything at 
this point, and felt a little awkward.  I thought to myself, 'It's like a 
coach or trainer rubbing your arm or leg, why not?'  "Sure, go ahead." I 
said.

Only a small lamp lighted the room.  Dad was in bed now and Marie 
(stepmother) was still working her late shift. No one was up except for Luis 
and I in my room.  Luis now sat closer to me at the foot of the bed.  He 
started massaging my sore leg very methodically, like it was routine for 
him.  We both stared at the TV and laughed at the stupid talk show that was 
on. As he went on rubbing my leg, five minutes passed by.  Little by little, 
my brother subtly started to rub a little more passionately.  It then felt 
more like strokes.  I was distracted until I realized I had started to pop a 
boner in my white briefs.  He pretended not to notice.  I put my other leg 
up so it would cover my crotch from his angle.  He slowly slid the sock off 
my foot.  He gently unwrapped the ace bandage.

Then, he caught me by surprise, and started to gently rub my toes.  Only the 
middle of my foot was really hurt, and my ankle.  I was about to tell him it 
wasn't my toes that were hurt, but what he was doing felt really nice.  He 
also seemed entranced, like he was in deep thought.  I pulled some of the 
covers up non-chalantly to cover my crotch.  I stretched out the other leg.  
He took the cue and started massaging the good foot, too.  He gently stroked 
between my toes...he moved on to the ball of each foot, the arches, and then 
the heels.

"Man, you need to be a masseur,"  I told him, trying to make conversation.  
He smiled and said, "You think so?  I'll bet your shoulders and neck are 
tight, maybe I should rub your shoulders."

"That's cool," I said.  I was glad to roll over and hide my boner.  My 
little brother, unconsciously or not, was turning me on.  This time, still 
in just my white briefs, I didn't cover myself, but my boner was not visible 
while lying on my stomach.  I looked over at the glass door of my stereo 
rack and could see our reflections.  It looked like my brother had his eyes 
glued to my ass.  I couldn't tell lying there if that's what I was seeing 
for sure.

He came over to my left side and started to rub my shoulders. His smaller 
hands were soft, but strong.  After working on my shoulders, he moved down 
my back.  He used his elbow to get right into that spot under the shoulder 
blade.  I was in bliss.  Where did he learn to do this?  At some point, I 
fell asleep again.  When I awoke, it was morning and I was alone.  I got up 
to pee.  It killed my foot to stand on it, so I was hopping to the toilet.  
As I took out my dick to piss, I noticed a dried spot in my underwear.  I 
must have been oozing last night, however this looked like more than a wet 
dream.  I snapped out of that thought when I heard the front door slam.  It 
must have been dad going to work.

I didn't see Luis most of the day.  Some friends had invited him to the lake 
so I had the house to myself.   Marie slept late but later got up to run 
errands.  I kept thinking about Luis.  Was he gay, I wondered.  Maybe I was 
just drawing things out of proportion.  Curiosity got the best of me, and 
then I did something I'd never done.  I went to his room and looked through 
some of his things.  Teens, including myself, always kept some kind of 
secret stash of Playboys or something similar.  I wondered what Luis looked 
at to jerk off.

I never caught him jerking off, but hell; I did it then and still do it.  He 
must have done it late at night in his room.  We had lots of privacy growing 
up, so no one ever entered without knocking.  I opened some of his drawers 
and found nothing interesting.  That was too obvious, anyway.  I opened the 
closet door and found nothing but clothes, boxes, and shoes.  I noticed a 
panel that had been cut out of the wall once when we had repairs done.  
Instead of nailing it shut, it had been screwed back into place.  The screws 
were loosely put in.  I twisted them and the panel fell open.  And there it 
was....some kind of stash.   There was a shoebox pushed into the indention.  
I was amazed to open it up and find a pair of my sox!  They weren't clean; 
they had been worn once.  I couldn't figure out that one.  Also there was an 
unsmoked joint, a condom, a video, and various knick-knacks. Everything 
looked like typical hidden treasure material, EXCEPT for my sox.  Maybe he 
had used them himself, but they were much too big for him. I looked at the 
video, it was titled, "The Art of Erotic Massage From Playboy."  I 
remembered that video--it was kinda lame.  My dad had received it for free 
with his subscription to the magazine.  I had grabbed it out of the trash 
myself and watched it.  It showed little nudity and didn't hold my 
attention.  I guess it was the only thing my brother could find as far as 
videos go to jack off with.  I saw then too, that he had boned up on his 
"massage techniques"with this video, apparently.  I thought it was very cute 
in an awkward way.

I put everything back the way it was and left.  Just as I hobbled back to my 
room, Luis came in the front door.  I was startled, only because I had been 
sneaking around.  When he came in I was re-affixing the ace bandage around 
my foot.

"Still hurting badly?" He said.

"Yeah, I need to get some crutches instead of hobbling around."

"Marie says she is bringing some home from the hospital today.  She had to 
go back and borrow them from a nurse friend of hers." He answered.

"Good, I can't wait." I said as my foot tingled again.

I winced as I made it to the couch.  I pretended not to notice, but he was 
staring at me in a dreamy kind of way.  Had he been doing this all along and 
I never noticed?  Probably.  I never would have guessed it.  I figured out 
I'd test him to see.  Somehow it was a turn-on to think my brother had the 
hots for me.  I hadn't even considered having sex with a guy, but this was 
my brother and it seemed really different.

I really couldn't get out and do anything, so I decided to go lay out in the 
back yard. We were naturally dark skinned, but the sun made me even darker, 
and that gave me extra looks from the ladies.  I grabbed the radio and 
suntan lotion.  The lounge chair was just outside the door on the patio.  I 
laid back on the lounge and pulled off my shirt. I had on my black gym 
shorts.  The sun felt so good beating down on my body.  I had always loved 
to sweat for some reason.  It always felt therapeutic.  I lay there for 
about 30 minutes.  As I was turning to put less pressure on my foot, I 
glanced up and saw a figure at the dining room window.  In my sunglasses, I 
could look someplace moving my eyes and not my head sideways.  It was Luis 
at the window.  Was he watching me?  I rubbed my hand over my sweaty chest 
and put my hands behind my head.  I slightly moved my legs apart.  I kept 
pretending to stare straight up, but was looking at Luis.  Suddenly, his 
face became contorted and his head shot back.  Then he disappeared.  Was my 
brother watching me and jacking off in the kitchen?  I started to get hard, 
too.

I got up, toweled off and headed for the restroom.  He was in there already. 
  I knocked.  He sounded out of breath, but said he was using the restroom 
and would be out in a few.  I heard the sink run a lot and then he came out. 
  He was flushed looking and seemed embarrassed.  Had my brother been 
jacking off while watching me tan?  I started to get an erection of my own 
thinking about it.  He went straight to his room.  I got in the restroom and 
sat on the toilet and removed my bandage.  I got in the shower and started 
to wash the sweat and suntan oil off.  My hard on only kept getting bigger.  
I braced myself so that I could hold onto the wall with one arm and my cock 
with the other.  I got some soap on my dick and started to jack off.  I 
started off thinking of lying on a hot girl, licking her nipples while I 
pushed my dick up into her.  My mind wandered and the next thing I knew, I 
was remembering how if felt when my brother was rubbing my feet and 
shoulders.  Then I started to come like a fountain against the shower 
curtain.  I nearly fell trying to balance myself.  I thought, 'Whoa, you 
just jacked off over your bro!"  It didn't really bother me, but it raised 
so many questions in my head about myself.

I went back to my room and lay down in my towel.  I thought of other friends 
I'd seen naked in the locker room or showers at school, which really didn't 
turn me on.  My eye caught a picture of Luis and I on my dresser.  It was a 
shot of us goofing around at the lake.  In the photo, I was carrying him in 
shallow water right before I spun around and tossed him in.  We always 
splash and roughhoused in the water.  Seeing him in my arms with us all wet 
and glistening looked very erotic.  I started to fantasize and imagined us 
naked doing the same thing.  I then imagined myself carrying him to the 
shore where I'd lay on my stomach and get a back rub and be oiled down by 
him.  Then I heard a female voice calling my name and knocking on my door.  
I bolted off the bed.  Marie was back with my new crutches!  Thank god, she 
didn't come in and see me in a towel with a big tent stick up in my crotch 
area!  Wow, that was close!

I finally got out the house and had some of my buds pick me up.  We went to 
the arcade and then to get some pizza.  The guys talked about the usual, 
girls, pussy, girls and getting laid.  They teased me that chicks were a 
sucker for guys on crutches, and that I should find one who wanted to play 
nurse with me.  I laughed and said that would be fine with me.  They knew 
from rumors that I'd bagged Laura Metz on occasion, so I know they didn't 
doubt my sexuality.  However, I kept thinking about my brother that day.

That night, I asked him in the hallway if he'd help me out and work on my 
foot an ankle again.  His face lit up and said in a fake way, "well, I am 
sleepy, but I'll try to make it in there in a few..." He was trying to act 
like he was indifferent to the offer, but I knew better.

Just as before, I sat on my bed.  I made sure this time to have something to 
cover my hard on up with.  When he entered, I pretended to be into whatever 
was on the TV screen.  I was in my gym shorts and underwear, but shirtless.  
I let him take off my sock and bandage.  After the ace bandage was off, he 
slowly stroked the underside of my foot.  That movement made an electric 
tingle run straight up to my crotch.  He lovingly began to massage my foot.  
I put the other one next to his hands, hinting to rub them both.  I still 
kept my eyes on the TV.  After ten minutes of this incredible sensual 
touching, I rolled on my back. Without asking him to do so, he moved over 
and sat next to me to massage my neck and shoulders.  I hadn't realized it 
at first, but I had begun to moan.   He was really into it.  He started to 
massage my back.  He sure got some use out of that video. He worked every 
muscle back there, it seemed.  After another ten minutes, I told him his 
hands must be about to fall off, and thanks for the neck rub.  He said it 
was cool and told me goodnight.  As soon as my door had shut, I pulled off 
my shorts and started whacking my meat.  I came in seconds.  I lay there 
with cum all over my chest and neck; I even felt some on my cheek!  I just 
lazily rubbed it over my nipples and stomach.  I let it dry on me.  I pulled 
up my sheet and went to sleep very quickly, exhausted.

I went with Marie the next day to a college on the edge of the city.  It
was my first college to tour.  Since my foot hurt, I didn't look at much of
the school indoors, but a man drove us around on a golf cart to see the
grounds.  I was only half interested.  I was preoccupied.  I wondered how
Luis was dealing with this.  He must be thinking I am a big tease or just
too stupid to realize he was into me big-time.  I had to do something.  I
was fantasizing more and more about him.  In just two days, I was already
fantasizing about making out with him.  I stayed hard all day, but had worn
a thick jockstrap to keep my cock pulled into place.  Finally, we left the
school and headed home.  On the way, Marie and I idly chatted.  She told me
her mother needed to be moved from here home to a retirement community and
she needed to go out of town to make sure everything went well.  She asked
if I would watch my brother for a few days and that it would be just us
when dad was at work.  I instantly said yes.  My heart began beating
frantically.

After I got home, there was a note from Luis saying he'd gone to the movies 
and would be home by dinnertime.  I would have to act tonight...for some 
macho reason, I didn't want to make it look like I made a move on Luis, but 
wanted him to act first.  My mind reeled as I thought of a scenario.  
Tonight my brother and I would become much closer. I couldn't wait until 
late tonight when my dad went to bed.  I thought about it forever and came 
up with a scenario.

After I heated some leftovers for us in the evening, I sat chatting on the 
phone with Laura. She and I had just hung up when Luis came in from cleaning 
up the kitchen.  I pretended to talk on the phone, still.  I pretended to 
tell here that my body was still all achy and I wished she were here to make 
it feel better.  I pretended also to tell her that I must have hurt my neck 
and shoulders in my fall, too.  I hung up the phone and before picking up my 
crutches, rubbed my neck.  "Still hurting, huh?" He asked.  I nodded yes and 
went on to my room.

Dad came home exhausted.  He ate the food we left out and headed for a 
shower.  After that we didn't hear another word.

I heard Luis open his door to leave his room.  I went into action and slid 
off my shorts and shirt.  I was sitting there in just a jockstrap. I heard a 
tapping at my door.  I covered myself like I was in bed.  He wouldn't know 
the difference, yet.  I told him to come in.

"You still feel achy?" He asked.  I told him I was achy all over.  Without 
any formalities he came over to rub my feet.  After several blissful 
minutes, I rolled over and told him to do my back.  Upon rolling over, I let 
the covers I'd had partially over me fall off.  There I was lying on my 
stomach in just a jock strap in front of my little brother.  He now had a 
full view of my bare ass.  I felt very relaxed feeling the cool sheets on my 
naked body.  Luis acted very shy now.  I told him to go ahead.  I told him 
to use the lotion on the dresser for my back.  He got up and got the lotion. 
  He sat next to me and began to rub the cool lotion on my back.  I told him 
to move over me and he'd be more comfortable.  He stood on the bed and 
awkwardly stepped around until he was standing over me just above my ass.  
He slowly eased down and tried to stand on his knees without touching me.  I 
said, "just sit down man."  He obliged.  He was wearing a t-shirt and 
shorts.  I could feel his bare legs next to mine.  His shorts-covered butt 
was sitting on my butt.  He gently began to knead my back and shoulders.  
When he got to my lower back.  He hesitated for a minute...and then to my 
secret wishes, he pulled my jock elastic down and began to knead my ass 
cheeks.  I began to moan for him and squirm.  I turned over and let him see 
my huge hard on.  I just smiled as I lovingly looked into his eyes.  He 
grabbed my jockstrap and pulled it away to let my boner spring free.  I just 
put my hand behind my head giving him the signal to do whatever he wanted.  
He smiled back. He stroked it like he was seeing something he'd never laid 
eyes on.  He used his hand with lotion on it still and started to rub the 
head.  I moaned for him.  He started to pump it slowly up and down.  He'd 
obviously imagined how he would do this if he ever got the chance.  Before I 
knew it, I was squirting come on both of us.  It got on his face and arms.  
I pulled him to me.  "Kiss me like a girl" I said.  "I don't know how," he 
said.

"Then I must give you lessons right now," I said.  He blushed.  That was the 
beginning of a very long, passionate night.

To be continued...