Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2001 12:57:54 -0700
From: bluejay1501@juno.com
Subject: Brothers in Common (gay incest)

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This story is written for 18 or older persons.  If you are younger, we
suggest you fire up a video game and have your fun there.
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			    BROTHERS IN COMMON

        My name is Jamie.  I'm fifteen.  I look younger because I am slim
and blond and only 5'5".  I don't even look like I belong in this family.
 My Dad is big, over 6'.  My Mom is large boned and tall also.  My crummy
brother, eighteen, is also large and muscular:  a jock and a thoroughly
bad person.  I hate him: but I also lust after him.  We share the same
bedroom.  He's a pig.  His smelly athletic equipment scattered around the
room.  I'm neat and I have good hygiene habits.  He smells strong.  I
kind of get off on his rank odor.  It's sexy but I hate to admit it
because I hate him, as I said.  He is so opposite to me in every way.  My
skin is pale; his is swarthy.  I have no hair on my body except wispy
underarm and light pubic hair.  He has a brown bush under each arm.  His
chest is beginning to get a light hairiness.  He needs to shave every day
but of course he skips it for days and he sports a fuzzy beard.

        His character is just as smelly as his body.  Often he comes home
drunk and stinks up the room with beer smells.  Two years ago our parents
sent him to a rehab and we thought it was working.  On our visits there
he was so sweet and so clean looking.  But once he got home he lapsed
into his old habits.  

        Sexually he was obsessed.  A few times he brought girls home,
when the folks were away.  He took them to the study next to our bedroom
and loudly fucked them while I suffered (and jerked off) in the next
room.  Often his jockey shorts were slimy with come.  

        It looked like this state of affairs would continue until he went
to college or jail, except for that night two weeks ago.  I was in our
bedroom studying.  I heard his rattletrap car pull in and the sound of
footsteps on the stairs.  He had someone with him.  Either some skenky
broad or a football buddy of low character.  They passed the bedroom door
which was closed and when into the study.  I was curious and I opened the
closet in the bedroom.  It had a common wall with the study.  I got a
chair.  There was a small separation in the panelling and I could see
part of the study.  The sight almost caused me to fall off the chair. 
There was Jeff, one of crummy Paul's teammates.  Jeff was standing, his
pants down to his ankles and my brother, my own brother Paul, on his
knees sucking Jeff's cock.  My own cock immediate rose.  Jeff moaned,
Paul slurped and I jerked.  Paul had his cock out and was stroking
furiously, matching moans with Jeff.  In about five minutes of this, we
all came, Paul on the floor, Jeff in Paul's mouth and me, I splashed the
back of the closet.  One thing Paul knows is that my cock is much bigger
than his even though he is three years older.  But his cock, though
smaller is nice looking...and uncut.  I am circumcised.  I don't know why
they decided to follow a different path with each of us.  But my big dick
cut head was pretty spectacular and in the school showers I noticed that
it got a lot of envious stares.

        I quickly wiped it off with my cum rag, put the chair back and
turned out the light and slipped into bed.  I heard the two leave the
study and head downstairs.  I didn't hear the car so I assume they were
still there.  I peeked downstairs and there was the two drinking beer. 
You would think they were just two jocks enjoying the TV but now I knew
better and I had power over odious Paul I never thought I'd have.

        I fell asleep even though I tried to stay awake to see if they
would fool around again.  I woke up, it was Saturday, no need to hurry. 
I looked over at Paul, he was nude,. lying on his back.  His crusty cock
lay quietly on his hip.  I began to rise cock-wise to a very hard hard
on.  A combination of morning piss denied, remembrance of last night and
the sight of Paul.  I had seen this sight many times before but this time
I could imagine him sucking on his friends cock and moaning in
excitement.  My bro was queer and I had a little of that two.  We sure
looked and acted differently and lived different lives but here it was:
that one strand of commonality.  For the first time in my life I felt a
little close to the bastard.

	I reached out my hand and stroked the rich brown hair that had
fallen over his eyes.  It felt soft.  He opened one eye and stared at me.
"What are you doing you faggot?"  I just laughed.  I moved closer and my
erect cock toward his lips.  "Get away or I'll call Dad, you sicko."

        I stroked myself lightly, noticing that his neat prick had
slightly stiffened.  "Suck it like you did Jeff's," I ordered.  His face
flushed.  He looked defeated.  I reached out and slipped my hand behind
his head and pulled his head up out of the bed and toward my crotch.  His
tongue reached out and gingerly touched the head of my dick.  "That's
right Brother.  Keep it up.  Lick it all over and take it deep in your
throat as you know you can do and you want to do.  You must have been
wanting this all along."  Paul said nothing.  He stared at me and began
to give a great blow job.  

	Pretty soon I was deep in his mouth as he licked and swallowed.  I
could hardly see straight; my eyes kept wanting to close.  I was breathing
so heavily I was dizzy.  He didn't stop.  He was really into it.  He began
to moan the way he did over Jeff's cock.  He reached to his own cock and
began to tenderly stroke it.  He gradually sat up so he could do his work
better.  I was on my way to a big blow off.  My upper legs began to
vibrate.  I had to hold on to the bed post.  Now he began long sucking
motions.  "Paul, if you want it, take it.  I'm cuuuuummmmmiung."

        Like a good soldier he never stopped until I was finished.  His
own belly was covered with spunk.  He fell back on the bed, breathing
heavily,  "Now we're even.  That was the first and last blow job you get
little brother."

        "Wait a fucking minute," I corrected him..  I'm fifteen years
old.  I need to cum a few times a day.  Now I think I'm too old for my
hot hand and I will need your hot mouth."

        "Fuck you," he said but not convincingly.  I knew I had a sex
appliance right in my own bedroom and right in my own family.

				    End

I hope you like this.  I had a brother somewhat like Paul but there was
more years of difference between us and he was so straight he couldn't
even bend down to tie his shoes.

Jay Roberts