Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2010 10:08:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ryan White <ryanstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: Can brothers fall in love chapter 1

Hey everyone!

This new story is inspired by a little thought that i secretly heard this
week. Its not a true story, but it does reflect on what might have happened
should these events in this story really were to happen.

As usual, any comments, suggestions and mail, or if you just wanna chat,
can be sent to ryanstories@yahoo.com

Once again, my love to Jacques. You're my heart, my soul, my life, my other
half. Ek mis jou, bra.

And now here is...

Can brothers fall in love?

As i sat in the living room watching TV, i saw myself in one of the
characters that played in the movie that was showing. I wished that my life
could be layed out by a script, and directed second by second and funded by
producers. Things weren't exactly happy chappy at this house these days.
Just two weeks ago, things were fine, i was looking foward towards life in
general, now i was thinking more along the lines of ending it. I looked
down at my hands, and they were shaking...it was coming back afterall. I
tried my best to block it out, but it was impossible.

Graeme, my brother sat in our room as i entered. He didn't even give me one
look. All our lives i was his hero in growing up, as i was 2 years older
than him. Don't really know why he would look up to me, because i was not
quite the ideal role model. But as my father always told me, Graeme always
looked up to me and wanted to be like me. Me, at the age of 17, and him at
15, me probably going off to colege in 2 years time if i could afford it
and him right in the middle of the struggle with puberty. It was just that
little fact of the male life that had driven me and Graeme apart. I sat on
on his bed and reached over to touch his shoulder. I felt him shudder and
wince under my touch. I felt like a splash of cold water had just hit me in
the face. This was terrible, why oh why was this happening? I determinely
stood up and sat down next to him, and he started to get up, but i pulled
him back and placed him next to me forcefully.

"Graeme, please buddy, don't do this. Please man. I love you too much,
please don't do this!"

"What do you want me to say, Chris? We did it, and its over and it will
never happen again! So get your ass out of here and out of my life!"

"Now just hold it a minute there big guy, i never asked you for anything!
It was you who came into the shower in the first place, don't you forget
that!"

"Don't bother to remind me of my biggest mistake! Thanks to you, ive lost
everything!"

"Thanks to me??"

"Yes! Thanks to you, Dad has kicked us out! Thanks to you, we have to stay
in this fucked up place! Thanks to you, we're forced to live like this!
Thanks..."

I cut him off swiftly by placing my lips against his. I grabbed his head
with my right hand and ran my fingers through his spiky black hair. I heard
him moan into the kiss as it got more and more passionate and i felt his
hand tug at my shirt. I removed my lips from his for just a few seconds to
get my shirt off and then once more my hands went around him. I felt his
hands roam my chest and stomach as i felt my cock get superhard...and then
it was all over. He pushed me off him and slapped me in the face.

"Fuck you, Chris!" he screamed and ran out of the room. I fell down on the
bed and started crying. Why the hell was i crying? I dont know. Tears
streaming down my face. Ive finally lost my brother after a last swansong
of emotion that was shared between us. When i think back how everything
started, i should have been able to stop it. But ive hear somewhere that
sexual love between two brothers is closer than any type of love can ever
be. It is the fact that is shared between them, and we couldn't get enough
of it.

It was 2 weeks ago, when all of this started. I came home from soccer
practise, and i felt like i was walking on heaven after me and my
girlfriend, Alicia had lost our virginity that same afternoon. We had
planned it together that we would do it then and it was wonderful. Feeling
my cock explode sperm inside her and knowing that my cum, that special part
of me, was flowing in her was great to know. We both decided that if she
became pregnant, we would deal with it, but we loved eachother to much to
have our first time be with me wearing a condom. When i came into my room
and took off my clothes i saw that Graeme was already home a long time, if
the packets of potato chips and 2 cans of Coke on the other bed was
anything to go by. We had to share a room because of the fact that my
father had gotten retrenched from his work a year or so back and after
that, we had to make some costly changes. We never knew our mother, infact
Graeme and I don't even have the same mother! My father and Graeme's mother
was already living the good life when my mother decided to finally let my
father know that he had a 1 year old son. That had to come as a major
fucking shock to my poor old dad, and especially to Graeme's mother as she
was seven and half months pregnant with him. Both woman decided that they
wanted nothing more to do with him and the end of the story is that my
father never allowed another woman to play such a role in his life again,
instead opting to take care of his two little baby boys on his own. That's
why i still cannot understand why he...well I'll get to that later.
Basically, i never really understood, that if my father worked so hard, why
we couldn't get a proper home and move out of the sodding two bedroom house
and allow me and Graeme to finally get our own rooms after years of
sharing.

I undressed and started the shower. As i thought back to what happened that
afternoon, and started lovingly at my cock. I held it in my hand and
stroked it up and down twice. Just thinking that my cock was in Alicia's
pussy just a few hours ago, a surge or pride went through me, thinking that
i might, just might become a father in nine months, for all of the gallons
of sperm i shot into her. I couldn't care less if we had no money, when
looking back i think that i was blinded by love, if u can call it that.
While admiring my cock and what it had done, i really started to admire my
body aswell. I have to say that since i was Graeme's age, of 15, i started
to work out for about a hour every weekend at the local gym, and as i got
fitter and more defined in the muscle area, 1 hour became 2 and eventually
it became 3. Till the point where i had 6 pectoral muscles that every girl
in the school went mad about. We had a car wash competition at the school a
month or so ago and that gave me a chance to show off my toned six pack. At
some point my shorts were rather low from all the washing and Alicia told
me that people could see some of my fucking pubic hair. HAHA. Well back to
the story. I started the shower and went back to the living room to take a
sip of milk. I love milk! I know it sounds weird, but i seriously love the
taste. LMAO. Anyway i saw a flash of blitz move past me upstairs and i knew
that it was Graeme. He must have been playing footy or basketball outside.
I was kinda tence that he would take over the shower that i started running
for myself, which he has done before, but lucklily not this time. I quickly
stepped into the shower and closed the glass door.  I just started to soap
up myself and getting all slippery when the door opened once more. I
turned, kinda frightned, having watched Psycho lots of times, that this was
some kind of murderer that had broken into the house, but all that i saw
was Graeme. He was naked, chest heaving up and down, his normally spiky
hair hanging over his head, but what surprised me the most was the size of
his erect cock. This may sound unbelievible because we have shared a room
for all our lives, but i have never seen him erect. This was a healthy 8
inches of cock staring me in the face. Finally i got my bearings together
and turned the shower off.

"Graeme, what the hell? Can't you wait till im finished?"

"I can't fight this shit anymore, Chris. Please let me come in."

"Dude, you're freaking me out. I'll be finished in like 10 minutes."

"I want you Chris. I want you to kiss me and make love to me. I want to
suck your cock. I want to feel your stomach muscles under my hands until i
cum all over it. Does that make it clear enough?"

Honestly, if the wall wasn't supporting my back i would have broken my legs
in falling down, since i temporarily lost control of my mind and simply
couldn't breathe. Graeme, obviously not knowing how the hell he made me
feel, came into the shower, with the warm water splashing over his body.
Wet, he ran a hand through his hair, and placed it on my chest. Slowly he
began to feel my nipples, my ribs, my upper body and moved it down to my
cock. I felt him take my cock into his hand, and i nearly passed out. His
face came ever closer and suddenly, there it was, him pressing his forehead
unto mine.

"I've wanted this like forever dude. You're my brother, it feels so right,
you know? Kiss me, Chris. Kiss me and never stop!"

By this time Alicia was totally forgotten. Also the fact that i fucked a
girl for the first time that same afternoon. All that mattered was Graeme.
When his lips slowly touched mine, my 'small brain' took over. I kissed
Graeme like i had never kissed any one before. There was something right
about what Chris had said about brothers doing things like this. There is a
certain intimacy that you cannot create with someone else. I embraced
Graeme tightly and deepened the kiss. I reached down and grasped his cock,
and it felt huge. I gently started to stroke it up and down, making Graeme
moan within the kiss. He released me from the kiss and started to kiss from
my ear towards my collarbone.

"Oh Graeme...Graeme...don't stop..." I gasped as i could hardly get the
words out. He did exactly what i told his not to do and lifted his head
from licking my shoulder and looked my straight in the eye.

"I don't plan to, Chris. I love you so much, big brother. Make love to
me..."

Immediatly, i scrambled over to the shower's door and shoved it open,
pulling Graeme behind me, and with our solid hard cocks flapping around, we
both collapsed onto the bed. He pulled me down to him and kissed me so
deeply and passionately...i knew there was something so wrong with
this...Graeme was my brother...this is gay...incest! I pulled off from him,
wanting to tell him that it was time to stop this, when our father opened
the door.

Well you as readers can think what he had to say about this. He had taken
care of us since both me and Graeme's mother's had walked out on him, till
that day he still came into our room to kiss us goodnight on the forehead,
even some nights in which our blankets and duvet's fell to the ground, be
made sure that we were warm, safe and sound. Before we went off on school
camping trips or just for a sleepover, he would always hug and kiss us
goodbye and slip us something extra in pocket money. That's why...that's
why I would never forget the look on his face as he saw his two sons, in
eachother's arms, naked and kissing on our bed.

"Get out."

Me and Chris tried to separated as fast as we could and started to put our
clothes back on, but before we could get very far...

"I said, get out!"

"Dad, we..."

"GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Our father grabbed me and Graeme by our necks and dragged us down the
stairs. Graeme was screaming bloody murder as he slammed his bare knee
against several of the furniture. He dragged us throught the living room,
out on the patio, threw the door open and shoved us out of the house.

"If you two fag...If you two boys ever set your foot here in this house
again, I'll kill you myself. Fuck off and fuck out of my life!" he screamed
as he slammed the door shut. Imagine the scenery that the neighbours must
have witnessed. I was only wearing my boxers while Graeme was naked at the
time. We looked at eachother and around us...what the fuck just happened?
This wasn't like Dad...he threw us out! I wasn't even gay! I just fucked my
girlfriend for the first time that fucking afternoon and now i get thrown
out of my house for being GAY???

I found me and Graeme a room at the local shelter. I knew that we would
have to at least find jobs because the rules of the shelter was that they
would only provide us accomodation if we would bring in money. And as i sat
there, with Graeme just having ran out on me, still with the tears in my
eyes, i knew that that i had lost my brother. The same brother that held ME
responcible for what happened.



That is part 1. Please let me know whether or not u liked it and i would
love some suggestion for future chapters. ryanstories@yahoo.com