Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 18:51:23 -0400
From: Zaccary Zilchwood <mcgreddys.throwaway@gmail.com>
Subject: "Et Tu, Brute?" Volume 1

Et Tu, Brute? vol 1

by Angela von Moltke


 DISCLAIMER: The following features underage homosexual incest. If you are
offended by or not permitted to view such materials, please don't read any
further. All characters and actions are based exclusively on the
imagination of a young (but of age) man who was an only child and developed
a weird fetish because of it. I'm writing this because I got fed up with
stories that don't get to anything sexual for many paragraphs, or sometimes
even entire installations, so if you want a slow developing romance, look
elsewhere -- I cut right to the chase. If you want to give me feedback, you
can send it to McGreddysthrowaway@gmail.com, but I won't promise that it
will be checked frequently. Apart from that, enjoy.


 My twin brother, Brutus (named for a friend of the family who died in a
motorcycle crash, not the Roman Senator), and I have always been very
close. When we were born, we were even conjoined at the hip. As infants and
toddlers, we were inseparable. We went to a small elementary school, so we
were always in the same classes. We'd go to school together, sit next to
each other, eat lunch together, go home together, and then spend time
playing in our room together. We even slept in the same bed.


 When we got to middle school, we started to diverge. We went to a large
high school, placing us in completely different classes, aided by my
academic superiority, and therefor enrolling in more difficult classes.
Outside of school we split as well. I became involved with the drama club,
whereas he got really into sports. Theater rehearsals and football meetings
weren't on the same days, so on most days one of us would get home hours
later than the other. We still spent a few hours together every day, and
still slept in the same bed, but it felt like we were as distant as the
stars.


 However, everything changed one night. We were fourteen, in 9th grade, and
a friend of mine had told me about masturbation earlier that day. I didn't
understand how it worked, but I did understand the funny feelings in my
pants I got every so often, so it made a certain amount of sense that there
would be a way to resolve those feelings. I lay in our bed, pulling my cut
dick out through my underwear. I was far enough into puberty that I had
hairs around my dick, but it was still fairly small -- only two inches
flaccid. But when I started to stroke it, it grew and it grew up to four
inches. It got hard like it did at other times, but while stroking it it
was a pleasant experience, as opposed to when it would happen to me in
class.


 What followed was the most frightening moment of my life: Brutus walked
into the room. Brutus was the oldest looking 14 year old I had ever seen.
He was 6 feet tall, had luscious black hair that was groomed to look like
Billie Joe Armstrong. He was built amazingly. He had the stature of a great
athlete, but didn't present as particularly masculine. His nails were
painted black, and he wore a tightly fit Gaslight Anthem shirt and purple
skinny jeans that gave me that funny feeling in my crotch. I gasped, tried
to put my dick away, and said "aren't you supposed to be at football
practice?"


 "Practice was canceled today because of the rain." he answered, adding "I
haven't seen you doing that before, though."


 "I haven't done it before. I was hoping you wouldn't see me like this..."


 "Relax," he said, "everyone does it."


 "Really?"


 "Yeah. I started when I was 10. Do you want me to show you the ropes?"


 "What do you mean by that?"


 "Well, first of all, your technique needs work," he said, walking over
towards me in bed. "You're using both your hands to grasp your dick. It's
not ergonomical. You should grasp the whole shaft with one hand, like
this." As he spoke, my brother pulled out my penis, and began to stroke it,
slowly and sensually. My heart throbbed. My brain was exploding with
thoughts and feelings of pure ecstasy. To have someone else's hand on my
cock, especially my brother, enticed greater joy than I've ever
experienced. "You try." I began stroking the way Brutus showed me.


 "Now I can show you some things you can do with your other hand," he
remarked, walking towards the closet. "The most obvious thing is that you
can flip through porn." He returned to the bed, with a stack of 1970's
Playboys. "I found these downstairs, I think they were dad's, but their
ours now."


 I opened up one of them, and was shocked to see naked women like that. I
wasn't expecting anything less, but I'd never seen a woman without clothes
before, so it was a brand new experience for me. The women in there were
beautiful and varied. There were some with huge tits and asses, some skinny
as a telephone pole, some black and some white, and even one picture of
girls masturbating each other. Their crotches fascinated me. I
intellectually knew that women had a different set down there than I did,
but seeing a vagina has a different kind of effect than just knowing that
one exists. I found myself simultaneously disgusted and more turned on than
I'd ever been before.


 "But there are more things that you can do with hands that will turn you
on more," my brother said, sitting directly behind me now. "Like, check
this out." He reached under my shirt, and worked his hand up to my breast.
He grabbed tightly onto my nipples, and twisted them. I didn't understand
why, but somehow this made that feeling in my crotch soar.


 "What else can we do?" I inquired


 "Well, if you really want to, I can show you some things you can only do
with multiple people."


 "Like what?"


 "Well... check this out." He left his seat directly behind me, and lay
down along the bed, so that his head was right near my penis. "When I do
this for the football boys in the locker rooms, they go nuts." With that,
my brother put his lips on my cock head, sucking on it like a lollipop. He
made circles around my cut cock head with his tongue, making me feel better
than I had ever imagined of feeling before. He started to suck on even more
of it, I could feel my dick hit the roof of his mouth, it was amazing.


 To have all this be happening to me during my first time, I couldn't hold
that feeling in my pants down any longer. My cock and my body began to flex
in euphoria, and something came out from my dick into my brother's mouth.


 "Ohmigod I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pee in your mouth." I apologized
profusely.


 "That's not piss" he said, his mouth full of a white paste sort of thing.
"It's called cum. It's the product of a sexual experience, and I think it's
the most delicious substance on earth." He swallowed the cum, got up, and
kissed me with his tongue, adding "That's enough for tonight. I'll teach
you more tomorrow." He and I both changed into our pajamas, and fell
asleep. I was still euphoric, but if only I knew how good the next day
would be...