Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2010 09:06:58 -0700 (PDT) From: "dancingfool@rocketmail.com" <dancingfool@rocketmail.com> Subject: Fratrimony Fratrimony By dancingfool@rocketmail.com (For my title I have to credit Jerry Douglas's 1989 film of this name with Tim Lowe and Butch Taylor -- it's just too good a name not to use again.) My brother seduced me when he was 17 and I was 22. I say "seduced," but he didn't sneak into it or pretend it was normal for horny brothers to help each other out -- he just asked me straight out over breakfast one day: as long as we're both gay, why shouldn't we have sex? If we're going to ignore the taboo on homosexuality, why pay any attention to the one on incest? I took his point, and I'd hardly failed to notice how sexy he'd become in the last couple of years, so then and there we started down the happy road of incest. If you've read my story _Alex and Me_, you know all this already. So for the next seven years, we had sex whenever we had the opportunity: mostly at family affairs, like summer vacation on the lake in Connecticut or the Chesapeake Bay, or Christmas back in Maryland. Obviously it wasn't easy to manage sex with family around, but you'd be amazed at what you can get away with in the total absence of suspicion. Of course, we were motivated: we managed to drain each other's balls almost daily on every visit. Even if we couldn't always manage full-on fucking, trading blowjobs kept our lust within manageable limits. We both had boyfriends from time to time, but that made no difference. (Part of the reason I had to break up with my first long-term boyfriend was that he couldn't handle the thought of me with my brother.) But eventually two or three visits a year stopped being enough -- we really couldn't get enough of each other. We started getting together on various other holidays: Fourth of July, Memorial Day, Arbor Day -- whatever. Because Alex worked for an airline, he could fly anywhere for almost nothing, and he always found me a low fare as well. Working for United also meant he could get substantial discounts at good hotels, so it was a pretty glamorous lifestyle for me, jetting off to see my brother at the Palmer House in Chicago, or the Hilton in San Francisco, or the Moana Surfrider in Honolulu whenever I had a three-day weekend. And even when I couldn't get away, he would come and visit me. I was dancing for ballet companies in those days, and he would drop in on me in New Mexico and Idaho and California -- wherever I was dancing at the time. This time, however, I was visiting him. It was August of 1990. For once neither of us had a boyfriend. I had stopped looking a year before, knowing I was really in love with Alex, and he'd broken up with Steve right after our trip to Hawaii. I was living alone in San Francisco, and he was in Virginia, near United's main reservations center, with a roommate. Joe worked for United as well, and they shared a townhouse in Arlington. Alex had a big bedroom and bathroom on the ground floor, Joe had the third floor, and the kitchen, living and dining rooms were on the second. Alex and Joe got on like a house on fire -- they'd roomed together for years. Joe was a big guy, nearly as tall as Alex (who's six four, two inches taller than me), a huge personality and an unapologetic queen. He was almost like another big brother for Alex -- I could have been jealous, but they were actually just sisters. Anyway, the night before I was to fly, I got a call from Alex. "Hello?" (This is before cell phones and caller ID.) "Hey, Bro." "Hey, Bro! I can hardly wait for tomorrow -- what's up?" "Well, I hate to tell you, I don't think I can pick you up tomorrow." "No? Well a cab from National is no problem, but is everything okay? Is something wrong?" "Aside from the fact that I haven't had my big brother's cock inside me for 71 days, you mean? No, nothing's wrong apart from that." "I thought it was 72, but who's counting?" I laughed. "Seriously, though, what's the prob?" "Well, it's not that that I _can't_ pick you up, it's just that I don't think I _should_." "What are you trying to tell me, Little Brother?" "Well, you remember what happened in Hawaii?" "Every penetration, every orgasm, every moonlit walk on the beach, like it was yesterday -- but what do you mean?" "I mean when I met your flight at the gate. You came off the jetway and I was waiting in the departures area, and then we were all over each other -- in front of God and everyone." "You bet -- I was starved for you." "No more than I was for you. You remember we couldn't let go of each other, or even take our tongues out of each other's mouths -- it was embarrassing -- people were staring. And then -- worse than that -- I actually came in my pants, a load I'd been saving up for you for five whole days!" "Yeah, it was a criminal waste of my favorite substance on the planet -- obviously I remember it. But it was also really sweet, knowing you were so hot for me, seeing the proof right there!" "Well, my point is that we'd only been apart for 57 days that time, and I couldn't control myself. Remember the shuttle to the hotel? Where we had to sit across the aisle from each other just to keep from tearing each other's clothes off? This time it's been longer, and I just don't think I can operate heavy machinery -- namely my car -- until you've made me come at least three times!" I laughed again. "You're right, you're right. Okay, Bro. You stay at the house, and I'll just get a cab. But don't you touch yourself before then -- I want every drop!" * * * The plane landed at National at 3:45 -- I'd had to be at the airport at the crack of dawn, but every hour with my brother was precious. It was high summer on the east coast: brilliant sunshine and ninety degrees and ninety percent humidity in Washington. Despite my short sleeves I was sweating the minute I stepped off the aircraft. I picked up a cab at the taxi stand and was at the house by 4:15, but even those thirty minutes were interminable. When I finished paying the driver and turned to go up the steps, there was Alex on the porch, propping the screen door open. He took my breath away. He was barefoot and shirtless. The only thing he had on was a pair of snow-white 501s, and the top two buttons were undone, revealing the thicket of his pubes. His hardon was obvious to the left of the fly, and his giant balls made an impressive mound below. I told you he's tall, and although he's big-boned and broad-shouldered, he's very skinny. His chest is fairly hairy, he's always worn his hair buzzed short, and his full beard and mustache were closely cropped. Although it was air-conditioned inside, he began to perspire the minute he stepped out into the heat. Of course I'd been hard on and off for the duration of the flight, and I was completely hard for the whole cab ride, but now I thought my erection would burst through my fly. He was perfection. I stepped up onto the porch, dropped my bag and flung my arms around him. He hugged me and fastened his mouth on mine. As our tongues wrestled, he stepped backwards, walking me into the foyer with him and letting the screen door slam behind us. We stood there, sucking face, crushing each other and grinding our crotches together. My hands wandered all over his naked, dewy back and finally down inside the waistband of his jeans. I gripped a hairy ass cheek in each hand and squeezed; he flexed his glutes in response. My hands crept toward the gate of my own personal paradise, and when I touched his burning anus it was already slick with KY. I broke our kiss and looked up into his eyes. "Already lubed up for me, Bro?" I whispered. "Uh-huh," he grunted breathlessly, grinning from ear to ear. I smiled back at him and slowly sank to my knees, never taking my eyes off his. I pulled down the 501s to free his rigid cock, which bounced up toward the ceiling. Inhaling his rich aroma I just stared at his beautiful organ, throbbing with his heartbeat. "Please, Bro ..." he whimpered. I leaned forward and took the bulbous glans into my mouth. Slowly, slowly I engulfed his whole penis, my tongue laving every inch of his shaft, and buried my nose in his sweaty pubes. That's all it took: my brother gasped and groaned, and shot the first wad of the visit into my vacuuming mouth. I pulled off slightly, keeping most of his organ inside, needing to feel each spurt against my tonsils. My brother is almost freakish in the amount of semen he produces. His balls are huge -- maybe that explains it. I come plenty myself, but with him it's like a faucet, or a fountain. Seven times I felt the long gush of semen against the back of my throat before it tapered off, continuing to ooze out of his piss slit for several more seconds. "Oh God, Bro," he breathed. He panted for a moment and added, "Well, that helps, but not enough." Slowly I pulled off his still rigid cock and savored the taste of my brother, letting it cover every surface in my mouth. I climbed back to my feet and planted my lips on his again. We passed his spooge back and forth, eventually swallowing it, our tongues wrestling for the last drops. Finally I came up for air, and said to him, "My turn yet?" Stepping out of the pants still around his ankles, he took my hand and pulled me down the six stairs to the ground floor, into his bedroom. Inside, he tore my shirt open as if it were on fire, while I kicked off my shoes and ripped open the buttons of my own jeans to free my rigid cock. Exercising amazing control, he didn't touch it, but launched himself backward onto his bed, flopping down on his back and spreading his long hairy thighs. Again I just drank in the sight of my brother, panting with need for me to fuck him. His glistening anus gaped open for my cock. "Fuck me, Bro -- please fuck me _now_!" he groaned. I didn't need to be asked twice. Kicking off my pants, I was on the bed in a flash, kneeling between his legs aiming my organ at his asshole. I rubbed the head around in the lube coating his hairy ring, and then sank all the way into my little brother in one long thrust. "Oh fuck, Bro, I'm not gonna last -- oh, Alex!" I gasped as, just like him, I climaxed immediately, filling his rectum with bolt after bolt of brothercum. When I opened my eyes again, he was grinning up at me, pure joy radiating from his handsome face. "You big fucking horndog! God I love you!" he said. And I collapsed onto his sweaty body to cover his mouth with mine yet again. * * * For another hour we continued to feast on each other's bodies, hardly able even to speak with the urgency of our need. Eventually we succeeded in blunting our lust, and finally were able to rest for a moment. He lay spreadeagled on his back and I lay next to him on my side, my head propped up on my elbow to feast my eyes on his long gangly body. I'd been wondering how much freedom we were going to have if his roommate was around. "So I gotta ask you, Bro -- how much does Joe know?" "You mean about us?" Alex rolled his eyes and gave a sheepish smirk. "Uhh ... well, he pretty much knows everything." "_Everything_?" I echoed, incredulous. "Really, Bro, it's no big deal. Joe's actually sharp as a tack, even if he pretends to be a dizzy queen. Basically, he guessed what was going on. When we kept making our exotic rendezvous he would tease me about my `date with big brother' and our `romantic getaways' -- teasing, but not really, if you know what I mean. It was like he was asking me to tell him, to trust him. So finally, just to shut him up -- we've lived together for five years, you know, and we tell each other everything -- I said, `Okay, Joe. Yeah, you're right -- my brother and I are fucking -- he's my lover. Is that you wanted to know?' "It did shut him up, but only for a minute, of course," Alex continued. "He got this big grin on his face and said, `That. Is. So. Hot. You lucky dog!' "Since then there's been no need to pretend. He just wants to hear all about it every time I come back from seeing you. I knew I was taking a risk, but I know Joe pretty well. And anyway, it seems like fags in general, even if they're not actually doing it themselves, don't have as much of a problem with incest as the rest of the world -- I've told a couple of strangers in bars about you, and nobody's recoiled in horror yet." I'd had a similar experience. "Actually, I told a friend of mine about us -- a woman, yet -- and she didn't seem shocked at all. She's very beautiful, and so's everyone in her family, and I kinda think she might have had the hots for one of her brothers. But I gotta ask: do you tell Joe the gory details when he asks?" "Well sure -- he loves it. And if you want to know the truth, it feels really good to tell him about you, to tell someone how great it feels to be in love with my own brother -- it kind of makes it more real. When we can't get together for two or -- God forbid -- three months, just knowing that Joe knows helps me stand it, somehow." He paused for moment and then went on. "And you know, we were already sharing stories of guys we were picking up in bars or _dans la rue_ anyway -- at least, while I was still doing that -- so it wasn't that different to be telling him about you." "You mean you don't pick up guys anymore?" This was news to me. "Naah. I'd rather wait for you, Big Brother." And then he kissed me, and suddenly we were all over each other again. Grinning back at me and wriggling around on his back, Alex wordlessly offered me his ass. I dived in, face first. I love to feast on my brother's asshole -- sucking, licking, nibbling, driving my tongue as deep inside him as I can. Whenever I'm eating him out -- and I spend hours doing it every time we meet -- what keeps me totally hard is thinking about all the cocks he's had in there, all the cum that's been shot up his hairy, muscular ass. He's had quite a career, mostly with daddy or big-brother types, and he's always entertained me -- and Joe, too, apparently -- with the blow-by-blow afterwards. But the best part is knowing that the cock that he always comes back to, the cock that's been up inside him more than any other, is his own big brother's cock -- my cock. For a long while I lapped at Alex's hole, teasing him with my tongue and beard and mustache, while he groaned and whimpered his appreciation. It's as if every nerve in his body radiates from his anus -- he just shivers and vibrates the whole time. When my cock was too hard to ignore any longer, I raised my head and said, "Turn over, Alex -- I need to fuck you doggy-style." He grinned and flipped over onto all fours on the bed. Looking over his shoulder, he growled at me, "Fuck me, Bro -- fill me up with brother cock and brother spunk!" Just as I went to mount him, however, he suddenly rolled off the bed, landing on his feet like a cat, and said, "Wait a minute, Bro, I've done something you'll like." And stepping over to the closet opposite the foot of the bed, he opened it to reveal a full-length mirror on the back of the door. "Remember the hotel in Hawaii?" he asked. "The whole headboard was a mirror, and when you were on my back, plowing my ass, I could watch your face in the mirror -- you know how much I love watching your face when you come inside me, Big Brother! You even said at the time that it was like watching the highest-octane porn: just two brothers, fucking our brains out!" He angled to door to reflect the image of me waiting on the bed back at myself. "Oh, yeah, Bro -- I approve," I said. "Now get back over here spread those legs for me!" Alex jumped back onto the bed, again on all fours, facing the mirror. Arching his back deeply, he opened up his anus for me. "Put it in, Bro! Fuck me!" Watching his face in the mirror, I penetrated him slowly. When my hips were flat against his buttocks, I wrapped my arms around him, grasping his rigid cock in one hand and his balls in the other. My chin was on his shoulder, our faces side by side. We grinned together as I forced my cock deep inside him. He turned his head and we kissed deeply. Looking back at the mirror and still holding his genitals I began to pound him from behind, watching each impact register on his handsome face. All too soon I was coming again, my face contorted in ecstasy, as Alex avidly drank in the sight. * * * After we'd worn each other out, we fell asleep in a tangle of damp sheets and sweaty limbs. Sometime after dark the key in the front door woke us. "Yoo hoo, girls -- I'm home!" floated down from the landing. "Hey, Joe -- we're down here," Alex called up to him, hastily pulling a sheet up to our waists. There were some bangs and thumps, the slam of the door and then his heavy tread going up to the kitchen. A few moments later he came galumphing down again and appeared in the bedroom door, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Theatrically he sniffed the air. "Mmm -- the tang of man-sex. Looks like you lovebirds didn't waste any time getting down to business!" I looked at Alex, but he just shrugged and grinned. "Uh, no," I weakly assented. "In fact, I found a suitcase on the front steps -- would that belong to anyone here?" he went on, coming into the bedroom and flopping down on the chair in the corner. "Oh, hell," I said. "I left that outside?" "Oh yes you did, dearie -- I guess little brother's welcome just swept you off your feet!" "Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that" I admitted. "And the jeans in the foyer? Are those anyone's? At least I found them _inside_ the door," he smirked at Alex. "Well I don't blame you," he went on, shifting his gaze back to me. "When my little roomie puts on her 501s, even _I'd_ do her -- if we weren't sisters. Of course, being _brothers_ is obviously different, you understand!" he added with a grin. "Gee, Joe, I guess you're really okay with this," I said. "Oh, honey. Okay with it? The very idea of two grown-up brothers -- never mind two big, handsome boys like yourselves -- doing each other, on a regular basis -- it just makes me wet! It's my favorite bedtime story! Just ask Alex: he was supposed to work today, and I took his shift, just so the two of you could have some quality time in the sack when you got here. And I didn't mind doing it for a minute -- knowing my roomie was at home, on his back with his legs in the air, taking it up the ass from his own brother -- why, the hours just fly by! He went on. "And the fact that -- until now, anyway -- you've been sneaking around on your boyfriends to be together? As far as I'm concerned, that's true romance. To me you guys are Romeo and Julian, star-crossed lovers, rejected by society -- first because they're fags, and second because they're brothers! I'm your biggest fan!" "Gosh, Joe -- I'm overwhelmed," I laughed. "Thanks for your kind words." Alex chimed in, "See? I told you it was fine. Auntie Joe's a big supporter." "That I am," Joe said. "Seriously -- I know you're here to deepen and strengthen that unbreakable incestuous bond, so if I don't hear those bedsprings creaking every night, I'll want to know the reason why." It was too much to be believed. Alex just grinned at me. Joe stood up. "In the meantime, however, you're going to need to keep your strength up, and Auntie Joe's brought home some _amore_, in the form of a couple of big pizza pies. So come on upstairs when you're ready for some dinner." And with that he left the room, blowing us kisses. "Wow," I said to Alex. "You weren't kidding -- he's a fan." "I told you." "You know, I see what you mean about it being a relief to tell someone. More than that, actually -- it's really kind of ... um ... horny-making knowing that he's up there, _expecting_ us to be fucking down here." I grinned and wagged my renewed erection at him. "Whaddya say, Brother -- can I _do_ you again?" Grinning back at me, Alex wordlessly offered me his ass, and I plugged myself right back in. Of all the little practical skills I've mastered over the years -- tying my shoes, touch-typing, riding a bicycle -- the one I'm proudest of is giving my brother an orgasm using nothing but my cock (and of course our all-consuming lust for each other). That's what I wanted to do now. As always, he read my intention on my face. There's a vein on my erection about three inches from the tip, on the left-hand side: when I can see it just outside Alex's asshole, I know my cockhead is just above his prostate, and when I pull it out half an inch, the corona scrapes over his gland. Knowing I was going to bring him off this way, he took his hands off his cock and laid them on my shoulders. Gazing into his eyes, I put all my weight on my hands and knees, the better to control the pumping action. His cock stood up off his belly, drooling a thick thread of precum, and his balls tightened against the base. Gradually his breathing sped up and got shallower as I rocked my hips against his ass. With our gazes locked I brought him closer and closer to climax. When he was on the verge of coming, I cupped my hand under his glans to catch his cream. Finally his eyes closed and he gave a strangled moan as his penis erupted. His sphincter clamped down on my shaft and his semen gushed into my palm -- only five spurts this time, but it was his fourth ejaculation since afternoon. (Ordinarily I climax from the grip of his sphincter on my cock, but I'd had three orgasms as well.) Raising my hand to my face, I inhaled the rich tang of my brother's maleness. Alex watched me, his face alight, as I sucked down his jism, smearing it into my beard and mustache as well. And then we were kissing again, sharing the taste and smell and feel of his spooge. Alex knew I hadn't come with him, though, and when I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me deeper into his ass, I knew what he wanted. Raising myself up off him again and watching his gorgeous face, I began to slam-fuck him, thrusting my balls into his crack, my cock straining up toward his heart. In only a few more minutes I was blasting another load of spunk deep into my little brother. * * * It was Sunday afternoon. We'd gone out to brunch with Joe, he'd gone to meet some buddies, and now we were back at the ranch to pack me up for the flight home. I knew it was time to talk to Alex about my idea, and Joe's unflagging support gave me the courage to broach the subject. I sat down on the edge of the bed. "Bro, I have to ask you something," I said. From the tone in my voice, Alex knew I was serious. He sat down in the chair opposite and gave me his full attention. "You know, Bro, I've been thinking about something for a long time, and I wonder if you have too." Alex waited for me to continue. "Joe is right: we're really lucky guys. We're brothers who know we're in love -- we fuck and we suck and we rim and we kiss -- and we don't have a shred of shame about it." He nodded, smiling. "I don't know why I'm shy about asking you this, Bro, but I am." "What do you want to ask me, Big Brother? I doubt I'll disappoint you." "Well, it's just this. I love meeting you every couple of months in Hawaii, or Cancun or wherever, and fucking your brains out for a couple of days, but it's not enough -- I want to make love to my little brother every day of my life." He waited. "And ... ?" "Well, you know United has a reservations center in San Francisco, don't you?" "I might have heard something to that effect." He was torturing me now. "Oh, for fuck's sake, Bro -- would you consider moving out to San Francisco? Would you live with me?" Alex finally grinned. "Is this a proposal, Big Brother?" "Yes, dammit! You know I'm crazy about you! Would you think about it?" "Well, that depends, Bro," he said blandly. "Would we have to share a bed?" I thought for a moment, trying to read him. "Um, yes. Yes, I think we would," I finally replied. "And would you promise to fuck me every day?" "Yes! Yes, I would!" "So I'd be your brother, your lover _and_ your husband?" He was still torturing me, but his answer was obvious by now. "Yes! Yes! You would be all those things to me!" "Well, in that case, I accept -- I thought you'd never ask, Bro! As a matter of fact, I've checked out what's involved in a transfer to the San Fran office, and I've already requested one -- it should come through before the end of the month." "Oh, you fucker!" I cried, jumping up. "Why didn't you say anything?" He stood too, and we fell into each other's arms. "I just wanted to be asked," he murmured into my ear. "And really, Bro, until this moment, I didn't know that you want exactly what I want." * * * That was twenty years ago, and we've kept our bargain. We're still in San Francisco, and we still share a bed, and, yes, I make love to my brother every single day. We're actually kind of famous -- in the Castro, anyway -- as "the brothers who married each other."