Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 09:39:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Kris S <kris_the_writer@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Cousin Holiday Fun"  part three (M/t/t Incest, Mast)

Warning: This story describes sexual situations involving 14 and 17 year
old brothers and their 20 year old cousin.  Read no further if stories like
this offend you or are illegal in your area.

This is part three of the story.  Please read parts one and two if you are
confused.

If you have comments or questions, you can e-mail me at:
kris_the_writer@yahoo.com

==========The Story==========

Morning came way too soon for me.  Normally, when I don't have to get up
for any reason on a Saturday, I wake up whenever.  But we had an early
morning Temple service, so we were all unhappy at the early alarm.  I sat
up in bed and hit the alarm, David rolled from his side to his back, Andrew
was out cold on his back.  I looked over at Andrew, and admired the tent
his morning wood was making under the sheet.  He must have kicked his
comforter off during the night, but I wasn't complaining about that.  I
made a move towards getting out of bed just when David looked over and
asked if I cared if he took the first shower.  I didn't care at all I told
him.  I layed back on my back and snuck peeks at him as he got out of bed.

Obviously, all his equipment was working properly, because when he turned
sideways, his morning wood was just as hard as mine and his brothers.  I
couldn't get a good look, he kept his back to me most of the time, but he
was definitely aroused.  From the looks of things, he wasn't much longer
than I was, but I can't judge well in boxers.  The tip of his dick was
about even with his waistband, sticking out at about a 45 degree angle.  A
beautiful sight for me to peek at.

"Get Andrew up while I'm in the shower," David said as he opened the door,
his back still to me.  He left and shut the door.  My hand was already on
my cock stroking it.  I looked over at Andrew and he was still tenting and
dead on his back.  I couldn't see the tip of his cock, but I could make out
part of the ridge of the underside.

"Andrew, get up."  I said this rather loudly, hoping I wasn't going to have
to get out of bed, and also half hoping that he would lay there for me to
fantasize over.  I started stroking, planning to finish myself off in the
shower if I couldn't finish before David came back.  Andrew must have heard
me, because he half moaned and rolled towards me.  "Andrew, David's in the
shower, I'll go next unless you want it."  Moaning again, he opened one
eye, then rolled away from me.

I wasn't ready for what was next.  When he rolled away from me, he tugged
on the sheet and it rolled with him.  Unknowingly, he had pulled the sheet
with him and exposed to me half of his bare ass.  I guess he did take off
his boxers last night and never put them back on.  I stared at his
beautiful ass.  Totally smooth, two perfect white globes.  At that moment,
Andrew's ass became the definition of a perfect bubble butt, and I was
staring at it.

My hand started gliding over my dick, imagining my hands caressing his ass,
spreading it, finding his pink hole.  I imagined plunging a finger or two
in his ass, preparing him for my dick.  I wasn't sure if I was top or a
bottom, having no experience with a guy, but at the moment, I felt the need
to plunge my cock as deep as I could into his ass.

He rolled again, waking up slowly.  I stopped my motion, knowing I wasn't
going to have enough time to finish, but my balls were screaming at me to
get the load out.  "Wha time izzit?" was what I think Andrew said.  I told
him 8:15 and he groaned.  I tucked the head of my cock away so I wouldn't
be tenting and got out of bed.  Andrew was awake, on his back.  I hit my
dresser and pulled out fresh briefs and black socks, went to my closet and
got out my black dress pants and a white dress shirt.

I didn't hear the water anymore, so I assumed David was about done.  I
couldn't get my mind off of Andrew's bare ass.  I had to mention it to him.
"Hey Andrew, before David comes back in, you might want to put on your
underwear."  He sat up almost out of pure reaction.  I turned to look at
him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his teen cock, but he kept the covers up.
I saw him grab his boxers from beside the bed and pull them on under his
sheet.  He didn't know what to say.

David opened the door dressed in his towel, no more wood, just a bulge.  I
walked out of the room for the bathroom and left the brothers to be.  I
stripped down and hopped in the shower, needing some relief from the forest
of morning wood and bare ass that was my room this morning.  I got a good
rhythm going, and decided to push it a little this morning.  I got down on
my knees.  I ran my left hand across the soap and then up my ass crack.  I
repeated this a few times until I had a nice lather going, and started to
prod at my hole.  My fingers plunged in, first one, then two.  I imagined
Andrew's cock pushing into me, wanting to shoot his seed all over my
inside.  My hand flying all over my cock, imagining Andrew was reaching
around as he was fucking me.  And then I could feel it coming.

The water washed over me as the orgasm hit.  I plunged my fingers in deep,
I gripped my cock hard.  I lost control.  I could feel the cum rising up my
cock towards the head.  Then the door opened.  I couldn't stop.  The door
shut.  I was sort of grunting with each pump of my cock, each spurt of cum.
Five waves of orgasm, each one made me moan, my ass tightened around my
fingers each time my balls pumped.  I couldn't believe how wonderful I
felt.  I stood there, letting the water flow over me.  I finished washing
down, watching my cum go down the drain for the second morning.

"Enjoying yourself in there?"  David's voice broke across the sound of the
water hitting the shower curtain.  It shocked me.  I didn't know what to
do.  I heard the door, but didn't realize someone came in.  He heard it
all.  Two cousins knew I jerked in the shower now.  Might as well be honest
about it.

"Abso-fucking-lutly.  Gotta enjoy every time."  I tried to get a laugh.

"Sounded like it.  I wasn't as loud this morning when I did."  Wait, David
just admitted it.  He beat off in the shower this morning.

"No shit?"

"Hey, I'm not gonna see Heather for a while, don't want to cream the bed in
the middle of the night."  Wow.  Not only did he just admit he jerked off,
but he admitted he and Heather were sexually active.  Hey, I guess that's
not a huge step, he told me all about how he liked her, asked for advice
about how to start things with her.  I've known everything about his sex
life since before he even had a sex life.  We've been open about things
before, why did I stop when he showed up this year?  I guess the distance
and faceless world of AOL makes things a lot easier to talk about.

I finished washing, David finished brushing his teeth, and I really needed
to step out of the shower to dry off and get dressed, but he was still
there.  Was he waiting for me?  No, David's straight as an arrow, he's
doing his hair or getting his tie perfect or something.  "Hey grab me a
towel," I said, hoping he'd toss one over.

"Just a minute."

Shit, I wasn't going to wait.  My wood went down, but unfortunately my 3"
wasn't very impressive soft.  I'd just step out, take the two steps and
hurry and wrap the towel around my waist, no big deal.  He's straight, he's
probably seen Andrew, he plays sports, probably seen other guys, no big
deal.  The more I told myself it was no big deal, the more I thought it
was, and the more my dick was responding.  It was now or never.  I pulled
the curtain and stepped out.  David couldn't get me a towel because he was
attempting to shave his upper lip.  I grabbed a towel as fast as I could
and wrapped it, dick pointing up in case it did grow, it wouldn't stick
out.

I turned back to David and he was tending to a nice nick on his lip.
"Damn, I suck at this."  I sort of laughed, because I don't think there was
a hair on his lip anywhere.  He washed off the excess shaving cream and
grabbed a little toilet paper to blot the blood.

"Why were you shaving," I questioned David, "There's nothing there to shave
off."

"Heather said there was, she could feel it."

I sort of snickered, watching him bleed.  He finished rinsing away the
blood and started on his tie.  I brought all my clothes in with me, so I
felt like an idiot taking them back to my room.  I put on some deodorant
and pulled on my undershirt, then put on my dress shirt, leaving the bottom
part for last, hoping David would leave.  No luck, he untied his tie three
times.  I grabbed my briefs and slid them on up under the towel, with a lot
of struggling.  Finally, I had to unwrap the towel to get them on the whole
way.

"Still wearing nut huggers?"  David obviously saw.

"Yeah, they're good for dress clothes, no bunching or anything in case
someone's checking out my ass."  I tried to cover.  Truthfully, I have
boxers but just don't like them, I just feel more comfortable in plain
briefs.

"Heather likes boxers, everyone at school wears them, so I do too."  David
answered.  "I like them too, I mean, but if I'm running or something, I go
back to the tighty-whiteys.  Or a jock or something, y'know?"

I nodded in agreement, pulled on my pants and combed my hair.  The door
opened.  We were already crowded, and Andrew walked in.  "Guys I gotta
shower too, don't hog it in here."  David was done dressing and went
downstairs to eat and whatever else.  I still had to brush my teeth and
comb through my hair, but I wasn't going to miss a show if Andrew was going
to strip down for me.  He, however, was smarter than I was and put a towel
right next to the shower.  He stepped in, pulled off the boxers and tossed
them over the top.

I got curious again.  I went to the boxers while I was brushing my teeth.
I picked them up, looked, again no cum spots.  Maybe he wasn't jizzing yet.
I started about when I was his age, I remember it well, but if he wasn't
tossing off in a sock or in his boxers, what was he cleaning up with?  Did
he eat it?  I set the boxers down and decided to look more.  I finished
brushing my teeth and left the bathroom.  In my room, I carefully inspected
his sheets.  Not a spot.  Socks, nothing.  Nothing in his pants pockets.  I
went to the closet.  Why was he so intent on me not looking in his suitcase
last night?  I opened the top, but nothing was different.  If he had a cum
rag or something, he had it well hidden.  The water shut off, I couldn't
risk getting caught.

I closed his suitcase and logged on the computer.  I checked my e-mail and
made sure the key logger was working as he came in in a t-shirt and towel.
He hit the closet and changed.  He was taking his sweet time in there this
morning, so I yelled through the door, "I'm going to eat.  The computer's
on if you want to check your e-mail or something."

We ate a light breakfast and hit Temple.  Mom took it upon herself to sit
next to Aunt Shelly so no one would feel like a bad person, but Andrew lost
his cell phone for playing games on it.  We went home and finally it was
time to exchange gifts with each other.  I guess that's our version of
Christmas.  Within the family, we receive one gift per night from each
other.  After Temple the last day, everyone gets everything, big gift time.

Overall, no one did too poorly.  I got several video games for my X-Box,
books for school, nice clothes, but the main thing was I, like the other
kids in the family, got an assload of gift cards.  We came to the
conclusion a few years back that no matter what you bought, someone would
take it back because it was too big, too small, not their taste, whatever.
I didn't mind, because now I could get what I wanted instead of the typical
sweater-vest from Aunt Shelly (I do love her, but she's not all there.)

David and Andrew were a little confused by their one gift from their
parents.  It was a train ticket home in January.  We were a little more
than a week away from January, and usually the gathering broke up the last
night, which would have been tonight.  Their mom explained, they were
having the whole house recarpeted, so they would be heading home to
supervise, but the kids were staying with us for an extra week until after
New Years.  Sort of a vacation from home.  I didn't mind, Andrew didn't
mind (more X-Box with no supervision), but I think David was a little
upset.  He wouldn't get to fuck his girlfriend tonight like he probably had
planned.

David's unhappiness was quickly washed away by the $500 spending cash his
dad gave him inside the ticket envelope to buy himself something "nice" for
his room.  He said it was their little secret, don't tell anyone how much
it was.  Andrew only got $250, but he didn't know he got less than David so
he was just as happy.  I was ecstatic, I had two pseudo-brothers to replace
my one rotten one for a week and a half.  Things were looking up this
Chanukah.

The best part about the holiday, and it sounds terrible to say, is when we
finish eating lunch and people start going away.  The house finally started
to empty out, David and I somehow got the duty of carrying luggage and
gifts again from the house to the various cars.  When most everyone was
gone, mom let my brother start to move back upstairs.  "Andrew, Sam is
moving back upstairs, since it's pretty crowded in Kris's room, we could
put the bunk back in Sam's room and you could move in with him to give you
all more room."

I had a small panic attack.  Andrew was a year older than my brother, he'd
probably jump at the chance to have more room.  I was going to lose one of
my beautiful sights.

"Uh, if it's okay, I think I'll stay where I am."  My heart went crazy.
Andrew wanted to stay with me!  "All my stuff is already in there, I don't
want to impose on Sam either.  But I'm going to need to do laundry."

"Me too, I didn't know we were going to be here this long."  David knew he
would be out of clothes here after today.

"Kris, why don't you three go shopping at the mall by the airport on
Monday.  They can use their cards on whatever they want and I'll clean and
do laundry."  Mom really wanted us out of the house to clean.  She hated a
mess, it was funny to watch her over the holidays, running all over trying
to avoid getting behind.  But this was a bonus idea I jumped at.  I got her
car to take to the mega-mall with Andrew and David and spend the day with
them.

"Will do mom, anything else?"  I was hoping to end the conversation before
she brought my brother into our plans.  I knew he wouldn't want to go, I
didn't want him there, but she might force him on us.  Luckily she shook
her head no as she examined every spot on the carpet, frustration growing
on her face.

The three of us went upstairs.  I grabbed another laundry basket and told
them to throw their dirty laundry in that from now on, mom would take care
of all the details of sorting.  "Don't get offended Kris," David said, "But
I'm really not that happy about staying here.  I like it, but I'm missing
some things about home."

"Well, feel free to use IM when you need it," I told him, "And we'll expect
your shower to be longer than usual I guess."  I couldn't resist taking a
friendly jab at him.

"No longer than yours are," he jabbed back.  I sort of half smiled and
started up the computer.  Andrew was busy going through his gift cards.

"Okay, we need to hit Hollister, Abercrombie, Best Buy."  Andrew was
already figuring out what he was buying from each place.  I'm not a huge
shopper, but I wasn't going to mind watching him try on clothes.

We played a round robin tournament of NFL 2K4, me losing as usual, but I
played David close in our second match.  I lost 35-31 because I was
distracted by Andrew at the computer.  At least I'll use that as an excuse.
Andrew was online, messaging someone, and surfing places, but what caught
my attention was the fact that he kept looking at us and asking how much
time is left.  Normally when it was his turn to play, he was right there.
Today, he kept saying, "Hold on a sec" when he was up.  I wasn't going to
act concerned now, because his conversation was logged and he couldn't
clear the history file without my password on my browser.

Eventually, Andrew took David's place and I was determined to finally win a
game.  My main problem now was my preoccupation with David's crotch, he
adjusted it almost immediately after sitting at the computer.  He was
probably hoping to see his girlfriend online, break the news to her that he
wasn't going to be back tonight or anytime in the next week.  Andrew and I
just kept playing, again, I'd get to read all of David's conversation
later.

Andrew and I had switched from football to Simpsons Road Rage and then to
James Bond while David talked online.  Mom called us for dinner at about 6.
I wasn't in the mood for leftovers at all.  Andrew was the first out of the
room and David caught me on the way out the door.  "Can I have until 8 up
here?"  I told him to enjoy it, knowing full well what he was going to do.
I got daring again.  Having these strong beautiful boys living with me was
making me a brave person.  I went to my closet and opened the drawer of my
nightstand.  I pulled out the bottle of AstroGlide and set it on the
computer desk where David would see.

David scarfed down his food in about a half hour and was upstairs to enjoy
his time.  Andrew finished and said he was going to go up, but I knew David
needed some time.  "Want to watch a movie downstairs?"  I was trying to
divert his attention away from my bedroom and David.  He asked what movie.
"I don't know, we'll pick one."  He and I headed downstairs and rummaged
through our DVD file.  He picked out American Pie 2, something his parents
would NEVER let him watch.  We popped it in, but he was already thinking.

"So why are we leaving David alone upstairs?"

"He wanted some time to talk to his girlfriend again."  I wanted it to not
be an issue, but Andrew was too smart.

"So if I went up there, he'd be stroking off?"

I had no idea what to say.  "I doubt it," I was thinking of something to
say, "I mean it's not normal to do it on the computer."  That was an
outright lie, because that's where I usually did it, talking to someone
online.  Hell, I had even left him my bottle of AstroGlide.  Andrew
snickered, he knew I was covering, but we put on the video.  First ten
minutes was Andrew stuck to the screen, as the main guy was fucking the
girl.  Of course, it didn't go well, and when the credits started rolling
Andrew broke in.

"Is that what sex is like?"

"Sometimes, depends on the person," I said.  I had no idea honestly, but
I'd imagine that I'd be a lot like that the first time.

"So does it just go in?"  Was I going to have to explain everything I don't
know to him?

"Well, it slides in, but you have to sort of aim it with your hand or have
her put it in."

"So why was she on top of him at the beginning?  Why did he lift up her
legs?  Why did he ask if that was the spot, what's the spot?"

"Uh, Andrew, how about we take it slow."  I had a raging hard on and
grabbed a pillow to cover it.  He obviously wasn't as interested in the
movie as the questions, because he kept bugging me.  "You can do it in a
lot of ways, just as long as your dick goes in it works.  He lifted her
legs to get better access to her pussy.  And there's a spot in people
called the g-spot, it's where all the pleasure nerves are at."  He was
interested in the movie again, just responded what a quick, "K."  Then the
next wave of questions hit.  They made a mention as to the last movie, when
the guy blew his load twice with the one girl and it was on the internet.

"Do people really do that online?"

"Yeah, if you have a webcam, you can broadcast anything to anyone if they
know the address."

"You ever see stuff?"  He adjusted himself.

"Yeah, I watch stuff sometimes."  I might as well admit it.  I didn't admit
that I loved watching guys stroke off, blow a load, play with their ass,
whatever else all online, but I opened the door for questions.

We pretty much lost ourselves in the movie for the next hour or so, I
hadn't really watched the whole thing before, there were parts that were
pretty funny.  When there was the phone sex part, all I could do was think
about David upstairs, I wondered if Andrew was thinking the same thing.  I
forgot about the lesbian sorority thing, Andrew was definitely excited when
we got to that part, he rolled over on his stomach and adjusted again.  I
got excited over the dildos and guys kissing, and I did the same thing as
Andrew, roll and adjust.  We both knew the other was up, and off my mind
went racing.  Then he started asking questions again.  Someone tossed the
one guy a tube of lube.

"What is that?"

"Uh, it's lube."  I didn't know how else to respond.

"What's it for?" Andrew was totally serious.

"Well, you put it on to slide into her easier."  Should I?  Yes, I should,
"But some people use it when they jerk off, makes it a different feeling."

"You use it?"  He asked it, what I didn't want him to ask.

"Now and then, it's sort of messy."

"Is it better?"

I couldn't lie.  "Yeah, it's different feel."

"Where do you get the stuff."  At this point, his mind was as far from the
movie as possible.

"At any store, I got mine at Wal-Mart."

He jumped.  "You have some?"

Yes, and I know who's using it right now.  "Yeah, it's up in my room."

"Could...sometime...well..."

"Yeah, I'll show you where I keep it."  Now I was just horny, wanting to
see him use it.

"Could I get it now?"

Oh shit, he was horned, wanted to try it now.  And I wanted to let him,
have us both do it right here, I'd even get the party started.  The problem
was that it was totally possible his brother was doing just that right now.
"Uh, no, David's in there now, so," I didn't know how to stave him off,
because I'd like to go up there and see David doing it, help him out.

"Oh, okay."  Andrew sounded dejected.  I felt terrible.  He found out he
was staying here, had to bunk with me, and now was horned and I wasn't
going to share with him.  I realized that subconsciously, I'd been grinding
my hips into the sofa I was laying on.  I was getting close to jizzing.
Luckily the scene with the super-glue came on, and we laughed away the
awkwardness.

A little after 8, David came floating downstairs.  "Hey, good choice of
flicks," David immediately recognized what we were watching.

"Everything okay," I asked, half-joking.

"Yeah, she was pissed," David said, "but we made up."  I assumed making up
was cyber sex.  I hoped making up was cyber sex, but I didn't want to ask
bluntly.

We finished the movie and hit my room to play some NHL and Ninja Gaiden.  I
checked the key log, every word of David's conversation was logged, but I
didn't want to risk reading it there and then.  I went to the closet and
grabbed the laundry bin and told the guys to toss in their clothes, that
mom would do laundry Monday so they'd have fresh clothes.  I picked up
Andrew's clothes off the floor, carefully checking each item for signs of
semen, but to no avail.  David obliged by grabbing all his dirty clothes
out of his suitcase and dumping them in the basket.  Andrew was fixed on
Ninja Gaiden.  I hit the closet and started to pull out clothes from
Andrew's suitcase.

"Wait, I'll do it!"  Andrew jumped up and raced to keep me from going
through his suitcase.  He was hiding something.  I had to find out what it
was.

"What's the big deal, I'm just grabbing your clothes."  I thought maybe
he'd slip and say.

"Nothing, you don't know what's dirty."  He grabbed the clothes from my
hands and carefully put them in the basket and made sure everything that
was dirty was in there, then zipped his suitcase and brought the basket out
of the closet.  "There, that's everything besides what I have on now and
what I'll wear tomorrow."

"Just make sure anything you want washed is in here," I told them, "Mom
will have it all taken care of."

"Must be nice to have her do everything," David said.  "My mom won't wash
anything for us, says it's responsibility."  My mom and I had this talk a
long time ago.  She wanted me to learn responsibility.  Unfortunately, I'm
still not responsible.  My first load of laundry was alright, but the
second one accidentally stained her tablecloth various shades of blue.  We
worked out an agreement, she'd was as long as I folded, ironed, and put
away all of my stuff, and that worked for me.

We played a few games on the X-Box until we decided it was getting boring.
Andrew was asleep on the floor, so we woke him up and told him to go to
bed.  He nodded, pulled off his shirt and jeans, leaving his boxers and got
under the covers.  David asked if I wanted to watch a movie.  I said
anything was fine with me.  We turned on the TV and flipped around the
channels to see if there was anything good on.  We settled on the History
Channel, which had something about exploding buildings on.  Anything that
involved explosions was usually good to watch.  David crashed on his bed,
and I mine.  I had totally forgotten about earlier, and glanced at the
desk.  My bottle of Astroglide was missing in action.

"Hey David," I asked sort of quietly, "What happened to the bottle that was
on my desk, do you remember seeing it?"

"Your AstroGlide?"

"Yeah," I didn't want to come out and say that I left it there for him, but
I'm pretty sure he knew that.

"It's in the desk drawer," He said.  "I didn't want anyone to see it or
find it, so I hid it down there."

I hopped up and found it right where he said it was.  I went to the closet
and opened the nightstand drawer and said, "I keep it in here."

"I used a little, I hope you don't mind."  David was a pretty open guy
about most things, he and I had grown close over IM, it's nice to actually
talk about things like sex to someone you can trust.  He trusted me to ask
about sex and girls, so I assumed he trusted me enough to share about
anything.

"No, not at all, that's why I left it out."

"Yeah, I thought so.  I use it at home when, you know, Heather..."  He sort
of trailed off.  I wasn't exactly sure what he meant to finish the sentence
with.

"When she what?"  Did he mean when she wants to fuck they use it or when
she doesn't want to fuck he uses it alone?

"Well like you said when you do it to make sure its pretty wet on the
rubber, so we use that."

I was sort of hoping he'd say he used it when he jerked off too, but I'll
listen to his sex stories.  "So you're pretty into it with her then?"

There was hesitation on his part.  "Well, we are sometimes."  Sometimes?
"I mean I like her a lot, but like it's not as much fun being with her as
it was before.  Like, I don't know, sometimes she drags me places I hate
and stuff."

"Yeah, that's the downside of relationships."  Not that I would know, I've
had three girlfriends in my life, and the last ended about a year and half
ago.

"Hey I feel bad about taking your room.  Like if you need me and Andrew to
move out for a little while some night or something I'll drag him
somewhere.  I like don't want you to drop your girl just cause we're here."

Ah, he hit the nerve.  "Well, I'm not with anyone at the moment, it's been
a while, so don't worry about it."  I made sure to leave the gender
ambiguous for the time being.  I didn't say I don't have a girlfriend, I
just said anyone.  Part of me wanted to leave that door open just in case.
Even though I knew David was straight, after a week he might be persuaded
to become curious for a few hours.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean anything by that," He was flustered.

"It's okay," I told him, "I've just been busy with school and it's not fair
to someone," again being vague, "to like them for just one reason and not
really pay attention to them or have time for them otherwise."

"Yeah I got you," David replied.  "Well anyhow I won't use any more of your
stuff, I'm sorry."

"Nah, go for it," I told him.  "You know where it is, we all feel the need
to do it.  If I run out, I buy more, it's not the end of the world.  Enjoy
yourself."  I was hoping to get a reaction.

"Speaking of it," David said, "when did you fall asleep last night?"

I knew he heard.  After I came last night I remember not hearing his music.
He might have heard me, but he might have heard Andrew as well.  "Early, I
was dead."

"Yeah, well I couldn't sleep."  Where was it going.

"If you want, you can always turn on the computer if you get bored, I'm a
sound sleeper."

"No, well, yeah, but no, I meant I wondered if you heard."  I knew where he
was going, but I was going to play along.

"I didn't hear you stroking at all, but like I said, I sleep pretty
soundly."  I knew he didn't stroke when I was awake.  I wanted to hear his
explanation.

"No no no, not me.  I did it in the shower the next morning."  David was
finally getting to the point.  "Andrew was pretty loud last night."

Now at this point, I could have said that I was the one who made him loud,
or that I heard, but I was going to play along again just for fun.  "Oh
yeah?  I didn't know if he was doing it or not yet."  I didn't want to seem
upset, because I was the one encouraging it, and I was hoping David would
be okay with it too.

"Hell, he's been going at it since he was 11.  I think he thought we were
asleep and decided to whack off."

"Hey, if he was horny, who can blame him."  I was trying to lead David in a
direction that might be fun.  "I mean, just because you guys are in a
different house doesn't mean you have to stop your routine.  I don't care
where or when you do it."

David laughed, "Well we're breaking his routine."  Did he know something
about his brother?  "I'm not really in one anymore, depends on Heather a
lot and my mood."

"Yeah, mood tends to swing the scales.  Of course seeing someone that you'd
jump in a second also swings the scales."  Humor was always my way of
getting closer to David.  He and I joked a lot on IM.

The conversation sort of died, but we were distracted by things exploding
on the television.  "Mind if I hit the lights?"  I shook my head no, and
David hit the switch.  "Better effect this way."  We watched as building
after building fell.  I was starting to nod off a little, so I wanted to
change into bed clothes.  Except, every other night I was too chicken to
stay in the room.  Tonight, however, I felt comfortable.  I couldn't
explain it, but I thought I could change in my room with David there.  I
stood up and found my shorts, and walked back to my bed.  I unzipped my
jeans, and tugged them down.  I stepped out of them, then dropped my
briefs.  I made sure that my dick was still covered by my shirt as I bent
over to pull on my shorts.  I took off my shirt and walked towards my
hamper.  I tossed in my clothes and went back to bed.

"You want me to turn this off?"  David asked.

"No, I'm just nodding off, I don't want to sleep in jeans.  Leave it on as
long as you want, it's got a sleep timer you can set if you want."

"Cool."  Silence.  "Hey, I'm still sort of, you know."  Silence.  "Do you
have something I could watch for a while?"  Silence.

"Like what?"  I knew exactly what he meant.

"Well, nevermind.  I just did it, I can ignore it until tomorrow."

"David, you're a guest in my room, of course you can watch one."  I got up
and pulled out the bottom shelf of DVD's and showed him I had a porno tape
tucked away back there.  Of course, the gay ones were hidden in my attic,
but this would appease him.  I popped it in the VCR.  "Want the AstroGlide
or tissues?"

"I'm not gonna do it in here."

"Why not?  I do.  Andrew did.  You did."

"Well, it's just weird and stuff, I want to take my time and you know."

"Hey, it's past midnight.  My mom and dad would hear you go in the bathroom
and if you weren't out in 10 minutes, they'd come knock to see if you were
okay."  I was trying to convince him.  I was horned beyond belief.

"You going to bed?"

"I'm going to lay down, but if there's porn on, I'm probably not going to
be able to sleep."  Silence again.  This time for a while.  I walked back
to my bed and sat down, the video in ready to go if he wanted it.

"You sure you're not going to mind?  I mean, it's not normal for like, you
know."

"David, we're both guys, we're both watching porn, we both do it," and here
came the lie, "we're not looking at each other, just enjoy it."  More
silence.  I felt like asking if he ever watched it with other guys and
jerked off before.  I wasn't so lucky.  I had heard about a group of guys
in my grade that played a game called Soggy Biscuit.  To join their little
"club", you had to eat a Triscuit cracker that they all jizzed on.  I would
have died to join that group, but it was all the jocks, not the preppy
nerds.

"Toss me the tissues."  I grabbed the box and pulled two out for myself and
threw the box over at him.  "I'll be quiet, I promise."

"You a loud cummer?"  I got excited at the fact.

"Well yeah, but no, kinda."  He pulled off his shirt.  "Heather likes to
hear me talk to her and tell her stuff.  But like at home I don't want my
parents to hear me."  Odd, he didn't say brother.  "I won't be louder than
you were in the shower."

"Hey, just don't wake up your brother or my parents or brother."  He hit
play on the video and it started the last place I stopped.  I had climbed
under the covers and in the process pulled down my shorts.  From my
position, I was looking straight down at David's bed, the TV was off to my
right.  I could watch his every move by the flicker of the screen.  We were
watching two guys play basketball while their girlfriends were in the
kitchen watching them get sweaty.  David looked like he was pretty intent
on picking up the plot of the porn, if there was one at all.

Of course, there was no plot, and in a matter of seconds the women were
taking off each other's clothes and fingering each other's pussies.  I'm
not sure what lesbians do to straight guys, but it really didn't do much
for me.  David on the other hand was pretty into it.  I heard him unzip his
jeans.  As a finger went in, then two, and eventually a tongue, I assumed
he was getting aroused, but I didn't see any movement.  Then eventually, he
moved and the jeans came off and onto the floor.  To my surprise, his
boxers came out a second later.

He sort of propped himself up in bed, I couldn't see real well, but both
hands were under the covers.  He was pretty into the video, but I had to
break the silence.  "Were you and Heather going to do it tonight?"

"Mmm-hmmmm" he sort of voiced in agreement.

"I'm sorry about that," I said, "Maybe I can help you find some relief
while you're here."  I knew a few girls that were seniors in high school
that would definitely at least blow him, and maybe I could watch.

"Cool, thanks," he said, and never took his eyes off the screen.  In all
reality, I was the one who wanted to help him, but if this is as far as I
got with him, I'd be fine with that.

"Night," I said, and pretended to sleep, even though I was planning to jerk
watching him.  He sort of made a noise as if to agree with me.  The girls
were kissing on the screen, and what a shock, the guys came in all hot and
sweaty and found the women naked, so they got naked too.  Now mind you,
this isn't a good porn.  It's old, the people aren't attractive, but the
dicks are dicks and the pussies are pussies, so it's gotten me off several
times.

I watched David through half-closed eyes.  As the guys got hard and lined
up their cocks with the pussies, David drew his knees up so they were bent
at a 90-degree angle, his feet were flat on the mattress and legs spread
wide.  I wondered if this was how he always jerked, or if he was putting on
a show for me.  I saw his arms working, everything below his nipples hidden
by a comforter.  Both hands were in the action, his cock was getting royal
treatment.  I wondered if he needed some lube or if he got pre-cum to make
his cock slippery.  Maybe he liked it dry.  I was stroking myself pretty
quickly, stopping and starting to keep from cumming.  I wanted to wait to
see his pleasure.

David watched as the women were taken on the floor, on the counter, on the
table, on the chairs, in every possible position.  I was half watching the
cocks and half watching him.  His chest was taking shallow breaths and I
could see his arms working hard.  His legs hid his hands and motions, but
he was definitely enjoying himself.  The next scene was something I had
forgotten about, but got me off any time I watched it.  The two men sat on
the table, put their cocks together and held them while the one woman slid
both into her pussy at once.  It was definitely a scene I enjoyed, simply
for the meat touching.

"Oh shit," I heard David say under his breath.  I grabbed my tissues and
got ready to blow a load, because the second he did I wanted to.  I wanted
to cum with him.  I saw his left hand reach up and grab the tissues and
pull them under the covers.  Then I heard something new.  He slid down and
lifted his hips off the bed and it sounded like he was thrusting his cock
in and out of his hand, almost like if someone was riding him.  The cot
started squeaking in rhythm.  I couldn't hold back, I shot.  An amazing
feeling rushed from my balls all over my body.  My hands trembled.  Four
spurts filled up my tissue.  I shuddered, but didn't make a noise.  David
on the other hand obviously had trained himself to last and he was bucking
like crazy when finally I heard a grunt.  Then another, then a third.  Each
one started with a violent thrust up and finished with him relaxing.  Is
this how he treated Heather?  She must keep him around for the sex, because
he looked like he could perform.

He relaxed after about ten grunts.  He layed and watched the money shots in
the video, then pulled his hands out along with the tissue.  "Kris, where
should I put this," he whispered to me.  I kept my mouth shut, pretending
to be asleep.  He finally just dropped it on the floor and turned off the
video.  I wasn't sure what happened next, but for the third night in a row,
I was going to sleep great after playing with a hot cousin.

==========Comments==========

This is my first exploration into writing.  I got a lot of comments from
the last two chapters.  I'd appreciate any comments on this one too,
please.  I have a lot of ideas but I'm not sure if anyone else would like
to read them.  I can't decide if this will be the last chapter or not.
E-mail me, kris_the_writer@yahoo.com

Thanks for reading!