Date: Fri, 30 May 2008 07:35:58 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Living with Married Brother" by Jay Roberts   Gay Incest

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I have an interesting story to tell you.  If we were strangers in a bar,
you it would be easier to tell it.  You know, both a little wrecked,
perhaps both a little interested in each other.

Let's pretend that we are in a tavern.  It's a straight bar, but I have
been here a few times and I usually find someone of like interests.  It's
easy for me, I am pretty good looking, and twenty-one; a magic age to some
guys.  They see me, not to tall, pretty slim, blond hair, blue eyes,
handsome features, but manly, at least boyish.  I hold out my pale hand,
displaying my hairless forearm.  "Hi, name is Billy.  I just got back from
agri college.  I will be living with my brother Pat and his wife Nan."

You, an older guy, maybe thirty, is delighted that this kid is talking to
him and hoping that it might lead to your sucking his cock.  And we trade
information, settling the stage for later, a kind of foreplay.  I failed to
listen to catch your name, but it isn't really necessary, because we are
beginning to touch each other to make points.  We are getting quite drunk
and enjoying the goofiness of it.

I am talking now.  My speech is just a tiny bit blurry, but my brain is
still sharp.  "Friend, I have a problem about the setup at my brother Pat's
house, and with his wife Nan."

"Yeah, tell me about it.  Do you and your brother get it on, and she is
jealous?"

"Naw, nothin' lak that."  I don't mention to him that when I was twelve,
and he was fourteen, we did some stuff together, but that ended quickly as
he converted to the local girls for his sex.

You mention that you could understand it if he was attracted to you.  You
lean forward, "You are quite a looker."

Well, I may have steered you in the wrong direction.  This hookup never
came to be.  I am ashamed to admit it was his prick that turned me off.  We
went to the men's room together.  I took out my hooded, long slim cock,
pealed it back and let me pent up pee hit the porcelain, threatening to
crack it.  My bar friend opened his belt, unzipped, yeah; he was one of
those drop-your-pants pee-er.  His hairy belly was exposed.  I got a little
longer in the prick department; his pubic hair came into view.  Hey where
was his cock?  Oh yeah, there was the little fellow, lost in a forest of
pubic hair.  He shook it and it became a little more visible.  I guessed
that when he was in his full stiffness that he would reach the magnificent
length of four inches.  That was not my thing; no teeny weenies for me.

"Say fella," I moan out, "I'm feelin' a little rocky.  I think I oughta get
along home.  Nice talkin' to yer."

"Is it my, my..." pointing down to his almost invisible organ, looking like
he was going to cry or something.

"No, that's not it.  See you around."  I staggered out of the bar and
headed the half-mile down to our farm.

When my folks got killed in that auto accident, Gramps raised Pat and me.
I went off to school in Auburn and Pat stayed and helped on the farm.  Last
year the old man died and Pat did the best he could keeping the place
going, waiting for me to come home to help.

After Gramps died, I guess Pat was lonely.  He was always taking up with
girls.  He claimed to need a sperm drain twice a day.  Farm girls here
about was pretty lusty about that, but then her met Nan.  She was different
than the other girls.  She was pretty inventive about sex.  For the first
time my big brother's big cock got oral treatment and he was hooked and in
love; at least he thought so.

Funny thing is that Nan looked so much like me; she could have been my twin
sister.  We both had that pale skin and blond hair and blue eyes.  Even her
features were a bit like mine.  Pat favored Gramp and my Dad's side of the
family, dark haired, hairy with gray eyes.  Pat was a male beauty.  Not
pretty like me, I suppose, but more like one of those models in the men's
magazines.  He sure was a sexy bugger.

As I approached the farmhouse, I could hear raised voices coming right
through the walls.  They were having a real set to and I think I heard some
dishes or something being thrown against the walls.

I opened the front door and came in.  They caught sight of me and stopped
their battle.  Nan looked at me.  "Are you drunk, tadpole?  Yur eyes are
red, and you got that stupid shit-faced look on yer face, same as yur
brother gits."

"Don't fuss 'bout me.  I'm goin' crash."

My bedroom wasn't even a bedroom, it was just a mattress in the loft.  I
dropped my overalls.  Took off my heavy shoes and socks and I was naked.  I
never wore underwear, just meant more to wash.  I fell back on the low
mattress and in a few minutes I was asleep.

While I was slowly going into a drunken sleep, as deep as a cavern, Pat and
Nan ended their fight just out of boredom and lack of dishes to break.  Pat
stayed up in the kitchen, in a heavy sulk, pulling on a jug of corn liquor.
Gramps had discovered this mountain family that brewed the stuff.  It was
strong as the devil, almost three-quarters grain alcohol.  It put you away
real fast.  We called it mountain do-you-in.  If you worked diligently on
the jug, in about less than an hour, you were skunk drunk.  Pat had reached
that stage, also in the throws of muttering.  "That bitch.  Oncst she got
me married to her, she held back on sex.  Hell, I'm lucky enough to git it
oncst a week, an' no sucks atall."



Pat sat back in the chair, bending it back perilously.  He began to think
about his sweet brother, who looked so much like his wife, sleeping away.
He remembered those few hot sessions years ago.  "The kid ought to make me
happy, after all, we feedin' and housin' him.  I know jus' the way he can
make fer it."

He lumbered heavily up to the loft, falling against the wall and stumbling.
There in a shaft of moonlight lay Billy, his smooth pale, slightly muscular
chest rising and falling in his sleep.  Pat opened the front of his Bibb
Overalls.  He pulled his big cock out of the fly and neared Billy.  He
crouched lightly and rested his cock on Billy's pink, puffy lips.
Unconsciously Billy pursed his lips and they parted.  Pat's cock lay in the
space of his lips.  Billy angled his head and took the hot tube into his
mouth.  Still sleeping he gently sucked, his mouth producing heavy saliva.

Pat moaned with pleasure.  "The boy has a mighty talent.  I ain't even in
his mouth and already I feel like I am brimming spunk."

Next Billy took the whole thing in his mouth and began sucking.  He was
slowly waking up and soon was consciously giving his brother a fine
blowjob.  Billy was still horny from the aborted hook up at the bar.  He
increased his enthusiasm and felt Pat's big knot swelling and heard his
brother's baritone cries of impending orgasm.  A moment later the older boy
began unloading thick streams of spunk.  Billy drank it all in and then
fell back onto his pillow, his eyes closing and his sleep breathing
resuming.  It was almost like a dream.

In the morning he found that his belly was coated with the dried remains of
his own cum.  Apparently he had shot at the same time his brother's spunk
hit him.

He looked around; his brother was nowhere to be seen.  The house was quiet.
One thing came to his consciousness: there was an odor in the room, it was
Pat's BO.  He had to admit it frankly.  His brother was a pig.  Even his
feet smelled.  He now remembered the strong smell of piss and other smells
that came from his crotch.  It was sexy, yeah, but only at the moment of
excitement.  Billy was a clean kid, he bathed everyday.  Scruffy partners
were never "done"; or they were, they never got a second helping.

Billy got up.  It was just before six AM, milking time was now.  He skipped
breakfast and headed for the barn.  There was Pat, sitting on a stool,
talking care of the milking, his big strong hands with the shiny black hair
on the backs were pulling gently.  "Hi squirt, I'm glad you're back home.
We need you to help with the milkin' n' other personal stuff for me.
Right?"

He laughed and slapped his knee.  Bossy jumped from the noise.

"Quit takin' on so, you're curdling the milk.  Now as to the other stuff.
I ain't sayin' I ain't interested, but bro, you are gonna hafta scrub up,
specially round yer prick cover and other places.  Billy grabbed a stool
and began the milking.  He was always good at it and he had more pails
filled than Pat.  While he worked, Pat checked out his production, but made
no reference to what Billy had said earlier.  Finally, as if he had been
tossing it over in his mind, he said, "I don't mind getting' cleaner, fact
is, he are my only sex servant, Lord knows I burned my bridges with Nan."

That night, just as Billy had gotten himself in a ready to sleep mood, Pat
stumbled up the stairs.  He had been pulling on the moonshine and was half
in the bag.  "Hey move over.  Nan kicked me out of the bedroom.  I ain't
getting' no nucky from her tonight.  I figured you might lak to swing on my
cock.  You sure seemed to enjoy it last night."

He got naked and started to throw one hairy muscular leg into the bed.
Billy put out a stiff arm to stop him.  "Clean up good."

Reluctantly Pat headed to the washroom.  He stood in the tube and soaped up
a cloth and rubbed his body and skinned his prick and took trouble with his
feet as well.  Finally he washed the soap off and toweled himself dry.

"Okay, you over particular fruity boy.  Here I am, sweet smellin' n' ready
for getting some mouth type lovin'."

"Lay down big brother and let me pleasure you in a new way."

Pat said, "Huh," he didn't expect any new routine.  He liked the old one.
But Billy grabbed his brothers lean waist and pulled it up exposing the
boy's fuzzy ass.

"Now that's a picture I will remember always," Billy said with reverence.
"Your ass it a picture of what an ass should be.  Do you mind if'n I show
my 'preciation by kissin' it."

Pat was getting turned on by this talk of his ass and the vulnerability of
his position.  He always had a sensitivity there and when he jerked off, he
would often put his spit soaked finger in there and rout around for that
delicious hot spot.

Billy was absolutely transfixed by his brother's ass.  It just seemed so
big and pear-halved.  Suddenly Pat called out angrily.  "Hey you perv, stop
looking and let's get to the blow job.  Incidentally, don't worry 'bout
Nan.  She left earlier today for her folk's place."

Billy became annoyed that his brother was giving him orders.  Something
came over him.  He wanted to punish Pat.  He brought his hand back and
delivered a stinging slap to the side of his brother's right buttock, just
where the dimple or hollow was.  Pat screeched out in pain.

"Did you like that?" Billy asked.  To his amazement a meek voice from Pat
said, "A little.  Do the other side too."

Billy repeated the punishment.  Pat howled in pain.  Billy had experience
with one or two guys at college and he remembered that they liked to be
mastered and...yes...fucked.  He took a chance and stuck out his long pink
tongue and swiped it across his brother's pucker, ringed with hair.  Pat
moaned in a girlish croon.  "He likes it," realized Billy.

Pat's ass was moving back and forth, inviting him to play with it.  Billy
stuck his smooth middle finger into the hot interior and encountered Pat's
secret plaything.  As soon as Pat felt the stimulation of his prostate, he
became putty in the young boy's hands.

Billy leaned over and spoke in Pat's ear.  "Hey dude, what would you like
me to do."

Pat was huffing and puffing so loud, it was hard for him to speak.  But he
managed to blurt out.  "Maybe you could, sort of, put just a tiny bit of
yur prick in the hole."

"You mean you want me to fuck you."

"No you fucking son of a bitch, I just want you to do what I asked."

"I'm not sure what you mean.  You gotta be clear 'bout it.  What is it you
are asking?"

"Oh shit.  Just slip it in."

"Wouldn't that be the same as fucking you?"

"Yeah, shut up and do it."

"Do what?"

Pat groaned long and pitifully and finally let out a deep breath.  "Fuck
the shit outa me."

Billy had been acting like he was in control, but his mind was slowly
sinking down to the animal level.  His cock was dripping so much pre cum,
he was wetting his brother's ass, and little pearls of it were caught in
the hairs.

Billy took a deep breath and moved into the steaming hole.  He groaned over
the great feeling it produced all over his body.  Pat broke out in a sweat
over his muscular back.

Now the show was ready to go.  Billy moved out slightly, causing a
regretful sigh from Pat, then he shoved forward, causing Pat to shout, "Ooh
yeah."

As Billy preformed the age old in and out, Pat began singing like a girl,
in a high-pitched voice.  He was discovering his feminine side.  "Yeah,
you're like my big sister aren't you?" Billy teased.  "My hot bottom girl."

Pat took the verbal abuse, anything to keep that piston sawing in and out,
bringing him indescribable pleasure.  The two boys were in more than lust.
During this fuck they loved each other as sweethearts, their hearts beating
together.

Pretty soon Billy was having an out of body experience, as his build up of
excitement was overwhelming.  He knew that soon he would stiffen and
deliver as much spooge as a bucket of farm milk.  He didn't forget his
brother; he wanted him to feel the same.  He reached around Pat's slim
waist and found the boy's arched prick, shaking and leaping in excitement.
He loosely clasped his hand around it.  Pat began huffing and puffing as he
felt this new sensation.  Then Billy wanked him, the way he, himself, liked
it, his thumb passing over the dripping head.

Then suddenly all came to a culmination.  Billy felt his thighs buzzing and
he locked into position, hardly able to deliver much thrusts.  Then he felt
Pat's cock swell up and seemed to withdraw then elongated and spit streams
of cum on the sheets below.  The pulsating Pat's ass ring massaged Billy
into his orgasm.  He bathed Pat's innards with creamy boy spunk, over and
over again.

The two fell apart, lying on their backs, panting.  As soon as he could
speak, Pat turned his face to his brother.  "Soon as I git to myself, I'm
goin' punch you out.  You made me into yur bitch."

Billy sat up and took Pat's handsome face with its one day beard growth in
his smooth hands and held his brother's jaw firmly.  "I guess you didn't
like it."

Pat was quiet, then he spoke softly, "I guess it was okay."

"Would you like it again?"

Still another long pause, as Pat whispered, "Yessir."


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