Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 18:33:57 -0800 From: Ritch Christopher <ballmusic69@hotmail.com> Subject: GayMale/incest/just-beyond-that-hill-5 Usual disclaimer. All rights reserved. Copyright owned by the author. If you are underage or are offended by gay fiction containing graphic sex and explicit sex, please exit now. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I had created a dilemma for myself. I had fallen in love with my sister's husband, and he, with me. Marie was carrying his child. We were all living in the same small house, paper-thin walls and enough pent-up emotions inside the domicile, the least spark could cause a huge explosion. Marie was so damned dumb, I don't think she would ever suspect anything. She never knew about Hal's and my relationship. Momma was still living with Dad, at his work, in Oak Ridge. If she had known what was going on, under her roof, there would have been a year of prayer meetings. I mean, adultery is one thing, but committing adultery with someone of the same sex was a sin, I'm sure even the Bible scholars hadn't thought about. There would have been a few more commandments added to the pentateuch. "If you are a man, thou shalt not fornicate with your pregnant sister's husband." Whew...that's one that would surely make you split hell wide open. I wondered, if there was life after death, if Hal was looking down on us, and Good Lord!, what he must be thinking. There had to be Tennessee state laws against this situation, probably federal laws...Not only could I go to jail, I would probably spend eternity shoveling coal. It was difficult, but I tried to avoid eye-contact with Eddie whenever Marie was around. We had both decided that sneaking around, having sex in the house, was too dangerous. What was even, more difficult we trying to keep my hands off him, every time he came near me. Luckily for us, there was still a lot of acres to clear before planting time...that would get us out of the house, away from her...and of course, we had to have "breaks" from all that work. Not ever having seen a homosexual manual or porno...(was there such a thing), we experimented daily with different sex positions. It became a game between us to come up with something new, every day. I even made up new ways to masturabate in my room nightly...imagining the feeling of Eddie's mouth or his anal love chute. I was going crazy at night, alone, knowing he was in the next room, faking sex with Marie. There was nothing fake about our love-making...that was real. One day, on our "sexual break" in the barn, he said something I would never forget..."I love you Judd...and that's just the beginning...". I loved him, too. It was only human nature that I began to resent my sister. Once, I even thought of how it would be if she were to die in childbirth and Eddie and I could raise the kid, as a "married" couple. I would probably be punished for thinging such a thing, so I got my mind off that subject very fast. I wanted to get in the truck, with him and ride beyond that hill and leave her, far behind, but this was Tennessee...this was the 50's...things like that could never happen. I kept questioning myself. Could I share the man I loved the rest of my life? Did we have any future together? What would happen if Marie ever found out...worse yet, what would happen if Momma and Dad found out? Should I just realize how futile the situation was and just leave in the middle of the night? Or should I just take each day, moment by moment and relish the love I felt? One thing I did do, I started putting cotton in my ears at bedtime, to keep from hearing any "noises" from the next room. In the old black and white movies of the 40's, when a man and a woman were cheating, they plotted to kill the spouse. Could Eddie and I kill Marie? Damn, there goes those crazy thoughts again...Maybe I should pack up and leave BEFORE something bad happened. I could see it in the Chattanooga Times "BROTHER KILLS PREGNANT SISTER, RUNS OFF WITH HER HUSBAND"...and then, the follow-up, "BROTHER FOUND GUILTY...SET TO DIE IN THE ELECTRIC CHAIR." Good God! I needed help! I had no one to turn to but Eddie, and I certainly couldn't tell him my insane thoughts. Maybe he was tormented as I, and he needed to someone to talk things out with. The next day, we had just had a round of wonderful sex. We were both still naked, lying in each other's arms. I reached up and kissed him and thought, it's time to talk. "Eddie." "Yeah?" "We're in trouble...you know that, don't you?" "Yeah, I know." "What are we gonna do?...We can't keep going on like this for the rest of our lives." "I know." "Any ideas?" "No....The only thing I know is, that I love you...and I don't love Marie...and it's you that I want to spend the rest of my life with, not her...I should never have married her...then again, if I hadn't, I would never have come to know and love you..." "Do you have any idea that she suspects anything?" "I'm sure she doesn't." "When we're making love, and I'm inside you, sometimes I wish I could just keep inserting myself into you until I finally disappeared and hid...becoming just one person." "That is so funny...I've had similar thoughts. God, I didn't think is possible to love someone as much as I love you, Judd." "I feel the same way." He reached over and grabbed my penis, leaned down and kissed it, and said..."I had never touched another man's cock before yours, and now this "thing", that I love so much, has made me forget every desire I ever had for pussy...That wasn't a nice way to put it...This "thing" is connected to the person that made me lose my desire for anyone else in world." I paused and looked at him before saying, "Eddie, do you think it would be better, if I went away for a little while, or at least until the baby is born...just to cool things off and let us get our bearings straight about the future?" "God, no!...Where would you go?...I don't think I could live without you." "I don't know...Atlanta...Louisville...California...New York?" "Are you hinting that you want to leave?" "Not really, but then again, it might be best." "What would you do? Farming is not a big industry in New York. You gonna plant corn down Broadway?" "I could stay until Spring planting, then the baby would be here about two months later...then I could come home." "I wish you would shut up. I don't want to talk about this...and I can't stand the thought of your leaving me." "We'd better get back to the fields. Would you make love or me one more time before we get up?" "What position?" "I like it best when you're looking straight into my eyes." He got on top of me and lifted my legs. He entered me so gently. We had sure come a long ways since that awkward first time. He began to pump inside me slowly. His gaze transfixed on mine. His eyes were welling with tears, as were mine. He reached his climax and filled my bowels with his hot white love, at the same time, he lowered his face to kiss me. It was then, I knew I had to leave. <><><><><><><><><><>< We finished clearing off the fields. Vern Miller brought his horse and plow over and readied the land. We spent the next two weeks, breaking up the clods of dirt, smoothing the ground...making furrows with the sides of our hoes, and we planted all the seeds...the new life waiting to spring forth and greet the new life. When we were through with the planting, we stood there like a Grant Wood portrait and admired our accomplishment. We went back to the house...cleaned up...ate an all vegetable supper, and being tired we decided to go to bed. When we reached his and Marie's door, he quickly gave me a peck on the lips and he went inside their bedroom. I walked next door...sat and waited about an hour, hoping he would soon fall asleep and not hear me packing. I stayed in my room until 3:30AM...picked up my gear...tiptoed out the door...got in the truck, started it, and headed west...just-beyond-that-hill.