Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2002 03:03:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg Schroeder <unclegreg_1999@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Helping My Brother' by Greggie (M/t enema, incest, anal)

I grew up in a rural part of Australia. My Dad
couldn't afford to buy a farm of his own. He was
a good worker which meant there were always
farmers wanting him to mind their farms or help
with the mustering.

My brother Scott was six years older than me. We
shared a bedroom but not much else. Scott barely
tolerated his bratty kid brother and was
positively mean when I trailed after him and his
friends.

Scott had a steady girlfriend, a good church girl
who was saving herself for marriage. That made my
big brother as horny as hell.

One hot, summer's night during the school
holidays Mum wae out line dancing at the country
hall and Dad was away working. I was half asleep
when Scott came into our room. He shook my leg
until I was awake.

"How old are you?"

"Uh, 15".

"You been rooted yet?"

I flushed beet-red at 'root' which was the word
older boys used when they meant having sex.

"No-o".

"Well", said big brother, "If I don't drain my
balls right now I'm gonna burst".

He stripped naked. His 7 inch uncut cock stuck
out like a poker from its nest of black curly
hair. I gulped at the sight of it.

"You're not putting that thing in my mouth" I
said, weakly.

"What so you think I am?" Scott replied,
insulted. "The only place Percy's going is up
your bum".

I was a bit of a wizard at maths at school but no
way could I figure out how something that big
could possibly fit inside something so small.

"What's that disgusting smell? Did you just
fart?"

I tried to look innocent but failed.

"Smells like a rat crawled up your hole and
died".

He grinned. "Come with me".

Hey! This was cool. My big brother who I idolised
actually wanted to do something with me. I got
out of bed. I was buck naked because of the heat.

"Don't bother putting your jammies on".

We walked together to the bathroom. Scott looked
through the cupboards.

"Must be here somewhere. Mum used it when she was
on that stupid diet. Ah! Here it is".

He flourished a red bulb which he unscrewed and
filled with water from the tap. Then he sat down
on the covered toilet.

"Over my lap, young man!"

I did as I was told and then felt the tube on the
bulb penetrate my bum-hole.

"Ow!"

"It's OK", Scott said, pumping water into my
intestine.

"I gotta go! I R-E-A-L-L-Y gotta go".

"In a minute. All the water's inside you now.
Just hold on to it". He gently removed the
plastic tubing.

It was quite peaceful lying across my brother's
lap. The only thing spoiling it was the bloated
feeling in my tummy. He rubbed my back.

"Now you can go".

I got off his lap and he made a bolt for the
door. For the next few minutes I was very busy.

Sometime later I returned to the bedroom.
Scott reached beneath his bed and retrieved the
jar of vaseline he used for wanking. Most nights
I'd hear his bed-springs creak and see the
movement of the sheet caused by his hand.

"Kneel on my bed" he requested. Scott's hands
parted my boy-mounds and he looked right inside
the crease.

"Strewth!" he marvelled, "A little pink bud".

He penetrated me with a lubricated finger making
my eyes water.

"Man, you are s-o tight!"

The finger was withdrawn and I felt the head of
his vaseline-coated cock push against my virgin
bung-hole.

"Push down like you were birthing your twin".

I ignored the scatological insult and somehow
relaxed enough to allow him to wedge the bulbous
head of his big dick up me. My sphincter hurt and
I protested. Scott ignored me and pushed until
his balls slapped against the cheeks of my bum.
His fuck-pole swelled inside my chute. I felt his
breath on the back of my neck. Then he began
thrusting, long powerful strokes which knocked
the breath out of me.

"I'm gonna blow!" Scott shouted and I felt his
spunk flood my rectum. My brother lay on top of
me, panting. Then he pulled out. My ring muscle
made a plopping sound.

He tossed me a rag.

"Clean yourself up".

Afterwards, I lay on my side.

"What do you think of rooting?" Scott asked.

"Not much".

"Hey!" he said, "It's better than wearing a hole
in the mattress".

Well I was sore for a few days but the more I
thought about that intimate, obscene thing we'd
done together the better I felt about it.

After that I let Scott give me a root once a
week. It was always lusty but when I was joined
to my big brother in the most private way two
males can ever be together, I felt complete.

Two years later Mum had an affair with her line
dance instructor. Dad took to the drink.
Eventually, Scott married his sweetheart. In no
time at all he'd knocked her up. The bun in her
oven put her right off the idea of having marital
relations. So, once a week, my brother comes over
while our folks aree out and drains his balls up
my bum.

You'd think with all that rich protein being
pumped into me I'd thrive. Instead, I remain the
runt of the litter. Scott will be here any minute
to give me another injection. I just wish his
needle wasn't quite so big.

(Comments welcome. Flames ignored.
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