Date: Sun, 3 Jan 1999 21:13:17 EST
From: Boyheh@aol.com
Subject: More Than Brothers t/t incest young friends

MORE THAN BROTHERS
By
Michael Jacks

CHAPTER ONE --
	Steve's brother's sleepy arm, draped languidly across his chest, awakens him
from his sleep. He looks over at the quietly breathing form of his younger
brother, chest rising and falling with the rhythmic movements of sleep. He
gently takes the arm off his chest and places it at his brother's side. Then
Steve raises up on one elbow and gazes at the lithe form of his younger
brother, Mike. The morning light is beginning to fill the room with shafts of
light as it peeks through the curtains. The light glistens and glimmers off of
Mike's naked body; plays in the folds and roundnesses of the adolescent curves
and shapes of chest, stomach, thigh -- penis. Delicately and lightly haired,
Mike's crotch comes alive with light in the brightness of the sun. It seems to
tickle his hair while he sleeps and his brother watches as the sunlight inches
it's way up Mike's stomach and across his nipples. 
	Steve looks down at his own nakedness -- his firm pecs, tight stomach,
developing thighs and full basket are a great source of pride. His penis flops
from side to side, slapping gently against each thigh as he moves to catch it
in the light. His own pubic hair is becoming a dense forest of brown in a
lovely inch wide ring around his lolling cock. His penis is darker,
curcumsized and well-veined in it's developing adolescence. He runs his hand
over his chest and abdomen and pauses to scratch that place of unending itch
between penis and scrotum. He pulls lightly on his dick and ballsack and
continues down his leg. 
	Mike's hand moves in his sleep. It cradles his own balls, a warm good
feeling. Steve watches -- enjoying the sight of his brother's fine and
developing teen bod and interested in his brother's hand and dick. He thinks
about last night, and all the other nights since he and his brother discovered
sex. His penis stirs, he looks down and smiles as it enlarges ever so
slightly. He flops it up to lie flat against his abdomen, pointing to his
belly button but his body angle makes it slip to one side. He tries again and
plays with his penis this way as it flops and enlarges with each flip of his
hand. Mike's hand is almost imperceptibly sliding up his crotch and laying his
penis out flat and pointing up towards his own belly button. Steve watches
intently, still playing with his dick, gently coaxing as much length as he can
out of his 14 year old cock. Mike's fingertips gently caress his glans and
that sensitive area around his cockhead. His penis shifts and stirs in
excitement and soon is raising straight off his stomach, pointing high into
the air in it's 13 year old, 7 inch splendor. Ramrod straight and about an
inch and a quarter in diameter, the sight of this slender rod is all it takes
for Steve to fully erect to his thicker 6 and a half inch glory. 
	As Steve watches Mike play in his sleep, his hands busy themselves with his
own pleasure tool. He tickles, caresses, strokes and squeezes from base to
tip. The tip glistens with pre-cum and Steve spreads it all around. He looks
over at Mike, who's hand is still softly stroking his own penis and Steve
thinks that it must be some dream. Mike moans in his sleep and his penis oozes
its warning liquid. Mikes hand moves steadily. Does he know what he is doing?
Is it all a part of a dream? Steve smiles as he strokes his pulsing cock. He
doesn't want to cum, but yet, he does. He is really turned on by his brother's
huge cock; he's turned on by his own magnificent instrument. He watches both
as they are stroked to perfection by two knowing hands. Hands that are
familiar with their own and their brothers' cocks and balls. Mike moans again,
his hand still slow but now very strong. Steve pumps, pulls on his ballsack,
watches Mike, pinches his own nipple, caresses his own stomach and pubes,
pumps, and pumps, his hand moving twice as fast as Mike's is. Steve feels the
rush. Mike is strongly pumping. They are both moaning, sighing, Steve's breath
is taken in quickly and sharply as he feels the first jets of gism shoot from
his throbbing, purple cockhead. He aims it at Mike's crotch and explodes all
over Mike's whispy pubes and stroking hand. Mike sighs and his hand speeds up
as his own penis spurts thick globs of adolescent cum all over his middle body
from knees to chest in what seems to be an uncontrollable frenzy for a
sleeping boy. 
	As the cum intermingles, Steve's orgasm is subsiding and he lays close to
Mike, nose almost touching Mike's cheek, penis shrivelling against Mike's hip.
Mike's hand slows and gently encases his penis in a warm squeeze of
satisfaction. 
	He whispers, in his sleep, "I love you." 
	Steve says, close to Mike's ear, "I love you, too." 
	Mikes eyes pop open. He looks down at all the cum on his body, looks at Steve
looking at him. Mike laughs softly. Steve's hand cups Mikes penis and
testicles. Mike reaches over and down and wraps his hand around Steve's now
flaccid member. 
	Their eyes meet and Steve softly says, "Good morning, sexy."
	Mike responds, "Mornin', bro'." 
	Steve offers, "That was some dream!" 
	 "I only dream about the best -- you!" 
	Steve kisses Mike softly on the lips and nibbles at Mikes lower lip,
lingering on the softness. Mike returns the lip caresses and they share a soft
and very tender moment. As Steve lies back on the bed Mike raises up to
sitting and reaches for a kleenex. Steve stops his hand, gently. 
	Looking deeply into Mike's eyes, Steve says, "I got a better idea."
	Steve sits up and lays Mike back down on his back. He maneuvers to his knees
and starts playing in the mingled cum on Mikes abdomen. He traces the puddles
with his fingers and picks some up on his fingertips. He takes his fingers to
his mouth and tastes them, savoring the now cold but still sweet taste of the
salty mixture. He repeats the motion a few more times. Then he takes
fingerfulls of cum to Mike's lips and Mike licks the confection off his
brothers fingers. Enjoying the moment of shared sensations, Steve and Mike
look deeply into each others eyes. Steve then breaks and kneels over his
brothers prostrate form, and begins licking the remaining cum from his
brother's stomach, penis, ballsack and thighs -- oops, there's even some on
his knee. When he has a mouthfull he lays out on top of Mike and, mouth to
mouth, kisses Mike and exchanges the sweetness that is held within. Mikes
hands wrap around his brother's strong back. They glide over his tight buns.
Steve's hands caress Mikes face and sides. They slowly grind their bodies
together, spreading the remainder of the cum around, using it for lubrication.
The exchange of cum becomes a long and passionate kiss with deep probing and
intertwining of tongues and wide open mouths. 
	When they come up for air, Steve lingers to look at Mike, kisses him on the
nose and pushes himself off the bed. He holds out his hand and Mike takes it.
Steve draws Mike off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom. He sits Mike
on the toilet seat and turns on the shower. When the temperature is right Mike
is up and ready and they enter the shower. The hot water cascades over their
bodies as the come together in a warm, wet embrace. Steve reaches up and
caresses the back of his brother's head, playing in his wet hair. Mike rubs
his hands all over Steves glistening body as they kiss again. Mike breaks the
embrace and picks up the soap. He bends down and starts at Steve's feet. Steve
moves the shower head so that it is off of their bodies for a time. Mike
lathers Steve's feet, ankles, shins and calves, thighs and hips. He works the
soap around to Steve's cheeks and washes up and down the crack with his strong
fingers, lingering around the pucker of his anus. Steve's penis responds a
little and spasms with movement. Mike continues up Steve's back with a thick
soapy lather. Mike moves around to behind Steve and reaches around to lather
Steves neck, chest, nipples -- lots of time on the nipples, pinching,
squeezing, rubbing, caressing, hands occasionally roaming to the stomach and
abdomen -- covering his brother's body with a huge amount of soap. When
satisfied, Mike presses up against Steve's body from behind, penis, now rock
hard,  between his brother's legs and pushing against his brothers ballsack.
The soap is being transferred from Steves back and crack to Mike's front and
cock and balls. What a way to scrub! 
	Then almost at the same time Steve and Mike turn around so that Steve's now
throbbing dick goes in between Mike's legs and pushes up against Mike's choad.
Mike's back now is coated and scrubbed by Steve's grinding front. Mike reaches
down and grabs a hold of both penises protruding through his legs. He strokes
them gently, earnestly. The lubrication of the soap and the intensity of the
"bath" is too much for these loving brothers and they begin to shoot in ropes
of cum, their knees grow weak and Mike strokes away trying to get very ounce
of cum out of both pricks. At that point of blissful exhaustion they both sink
to their knees. Mike turns his head and kisses Steve soundly on the mouth. The
water beats down on their kneeling, naked bodies, washing all traces of soap
and cum down the drain. 


CHAPTER TWO -- (or maybe chapter zero)

It all started when Steve and Mike were both the same age; as Steve was about
to turn 13 and Mike had just turned 12. That was two years ago. Both boys had
masturbated privately since they were young. (Steve even watched his dad beat
it once. Since his mom had died, suddenly and unexpectedly, he didn't think it
unusual for his dad to get his rocks off in that way. After all he did it
himself -- and so did Mike, he would soon come to find out)

Steve was seven when he had his first dry orgasm. He had just finished his
shower and jumped into bed naked. He pulled the covers up tightly so his mom
wouldn't see. After the lights were turned out he turned over on his stomach
and tried to go to sleep. But he couldn't. His little penis started twiching.
He started pushing it into the sheets and mattress. It sprang to life as he
instinctively humped it into his bed. He didn't know what he was doing, he
just knew it felt good and he didn't want it to stop. His little body
shuddered from his first orgasm and he relaxed and drifted off to sleep. This
was to become his habit of going to sleep over the next three to four  years. 
	At ten, he started to develop, physically and his penis enlarged from three
inches hard to about five. His long thin dick usually pointed straight up to
his belly as it was hard most of the time. It was on his father's riding
lawnmower, as he was cutting grass that he had his first unintended orgasm. He
had been speeding around the lawn, having fun getting the job done, taking the
shifts and the shocks from the mower, when he noticed that his dick was
pointing straight up in his shorts. The vibrations of the mower seemed to be
giving him splendid feelings and he climaxed -- right there in the back yard
-- his penis jerked and spasmed in his shorts and he closed his eyes in pure
pleasure. But then he opened them just in time to avoid the fence. He turned
the motor off and raced to the garage. He pulled down his pants to examine
himself and found a small amount of wet sticky fluid on his belly, penis and
in his shorts. He thought about asking his dad, but then he thought better of
that. He wiped it off with a paper towel and zipped up again and finished the
lawn. 	
	That night, preparing for a bath, he was examining his penis to see what
could have caused the leakage earlier. He was still humping his bed for
pleasure and this is the first time he had ever leaked. As he examined his
penis from every conceivable angle it grew hard. He began, again
instinctively, to stroke it, using the fingertips of both hands to run up and
down the huge, for a ten year old,  five inch shaft of his developing dick.
Boy did it feel good. He could feel that he was getting close to the good
feeling and his efforts sped up. He was stroking feverishly and his pubescent
cock spewed forth its liquid and Steve's eyes popped open as it shot out all
over the bathroom floor. He couldn't believe it. He quickly wiped it up and
got into his bath. Just then Dad came in to check on him. Steve was still
somewhat hard and as his Dad saw him the look on his face changed for a
moment. 
	"Wow, looks like we need to talk", said Dad.
	"About what"
	"About your body. I didn't know you were this far along."
	"Dad! Geez!"
	"Hey, I never got told anything and I was miserable and surprised all through
my adolescense. Can't I make it easier for you?"
	"Okay, sure," said Steve reluctantly.
	"Do you have any questions?"
	"What kind of questions? I know all about where babies come from."
	"Can you make a baby yet?" his dad asked with an eyebrow raised.
	"I don't really know. I know how it happens but not what happens, I guess"
	"By the look of your penis and testicles you can ejaculate"
	"What"
	"Have you ever had a wet dream?"
	"What's that?"
	"Have you ever awakened in the morning to find that your shorts were wet and
it wasn't pee?"
	"Is it kind of sticky?"
	"Yes"
	"Then I have" he lied, hoping to cover up the truth.
	"Then you can make a baby. And that gives you the biggest responsibility, to
yourself and others, about your penis"
	"What do you mean, Dad?"
	"Well, the power in your penis is the power to make babies. If you are ever
tempted to have sex with a girl she will get pregnant and you will be a
father. You are very fertile -- potent-- at your young age"
	"Wow! Um, Dad?
	"Yes?"
	"Am I normal?"
	"How do you mean?
	"Do I, like, look normal?"
	"Stand up."
	"Dad!"
	"It's all right. I changed your diapers and you had boners. Don't worry."
	Steve stood up, cupping his hands in the "fig leaf" position to cover the
boner he had talking about sex.
	"Steven."
	Steve moved his hands.
	"Wow!" is all his dad could manage.
	"What?" Steve countered.
	"You're big for your age. Got any hair yet?"
	Dad peered in closer. It made Steve a little uncomfortable to have his dad
looking closely at his pride and joy. But Steve's penis stood at attention
none the less.
	"Nope no hair. But it will come soon -- around your penis, your balls, your
legs, armpits..."
	"Dad, I know. Can I finish my bath now?"
	"Sure, son."
	And Dad left with a smile of pride in the growth of his oldest son. 

	Now. Mike was another matter. He was introduced to sex by a boy in the
neighborhood. Mike was ten at the time. How Steve had hidden his masturbatory
practices all this time and how Mike had not been found out by his older
brother, or even thought about doing it with his older brother is a mystery.
His young body and penis were hardly noticeable when naked. He was walking
down the alley behind the drug store on his way home from his friends house.
This older boy called out to him from behind the dumpster and asked him to
come over. He knew the boy, had seen him around -- the brother of a friend of
a friend, you know. Mike went over and his eyes popped out of his skull. There
was this boy, about 15, with his zipper open and his huge, to  Mike, penis
sticking straight out of his shorts. And he was playing with it. 
	"Wanna join me?" said the older boy.
	"Whatare ya doing?" asked Mike.
	"Jerkin' off! What are ya, stupid?
	"No, I just never saw one before."
	"You got one don't ya?"
	"Sure, but it's not like that!" said the awed Mike.
	"Watch me."
	As Mike watched the other boy took his hand and slid it from the tip of his
big penis to the hairy base. Mike saw the tip start to shine.
	"Take yours out and do it too," said the boy.
	"Well..."
	"Whatsa matter? Ya chicken?"
	Nobody called Mike a chicken. So he whipped out is three inch penis, which
was, to his amazement, already hard. He started imitating the older boy. The
boy leaned back against the wall he stroked faster and faster. Mikes eyes
bulged. "How did it take all that abuse", he wondered. Soon Mike was feeling
good and having a pleasurable experience beating his little meat and watching
an older pro go at it. Mike tried to imitate everything that the older boy
did. When he changed hands so did Mike. When he caresses his balls, so did
Mike. When he pulled his pants down to his ankles, Mike followed him. The
older boy smiled.
	"You're pretty big for a young kid!"	
	"You're huge for any kid!"
	"Yeah, it's pretty good all right. I got eight inches. The average is six.
You got about three which is great for a kid your age -- eleven, right?"
	"No, just ten" said Mike proudly being mistaken for someone older.
	Well they were enjoying themselves, jacking away and the older boy said,
"Watch this!"
	Mike watched but kept stroking. He didn't want to lose this new found feeling
and he was afraid that if he took his hand off his dick he'd never get it
back. The other boy closed his eyes and stroked feverishly. Soon his penis
erupted in streams of white stuff. Mike's jaw dropped--
	"Wow! What's that?
	"Cum!" the older boy managed through clenched teeth. He kept pumping. His
orgasm subsided.  "It's what you get when you get older."
	"Jeez! How does it feel?"
	"It feels about the same as when you do it but about ten times better."
	"Really?"
	"Yup! Try it!
	"I am." Mike went back to concentrated work on his own penis with a boy he
barely knew watching him play with his most private body part and he didn't
even seem to mind. He wondered about that.
	"Tickle your balls while you stroke" offered the boy.
	Mike did so and moaned a little. He had never felt anything like the fire
that was raging in his penis and testicles. Sure, he'd played with it. He'd
gotten it hard. He'd had boner fights with some of his friends. He'd even let
them touch it and he touched theirs. But he had never stroked with the
intentions he had now. He was feeling light, heavy, giddy and rooted all at
the same time. He had an older boy encouraging him, cheering him on, so to
speak. He suddenly had a flash. His penis was burning. His little body spasmed
and rocked with the new forces overtaking him. He felt wonderful as his dick
twiched and rocked in his hand. 
	"All right!!" said the boy. "How did it feel?"
	"Cool. Man, that felt good!, Mike gasped.
	The older boy put his hand on Mike's shoulder and gave it a squeeze and
looked him in the eye.
	"Glad to be of service!" said the older boy as he took his hand away and bent
over to pull up his pants.
	Mike just stood there, half-naked, penis starting to shrink, pants around his
ankles, overwhelmed at the intensity of his feeling. The other boy walked away
with a smile on his face. Then, to the boy's back he managed to say, "Thanks!"
	"Sure, anytime!" was the reply. 
	Mike shouted, "What's your name?"
	"Dave"
	"Will I see you again, Dave?"
	"If you want to"
	"I do! Wait up!" Mike reached down and hastily pulled up and zipped his pants
while on the run to Dave's side. "Do you mean it? Can we do this again?"
	"You really want to?"
	"Hell, yes!" said the brazed and enlightened ten year old.
	"Shit! I suppose we could!" managed a surprised Dave with a look of wonder
and a big smile.
	Well, as it happened, Dave and Mike met at least once a week for their joint
masturbation sessions until Dave turned 17 and left for college. But by then
Mike was twelve and ready for other adventures.

	Like the one day he discovered that Steve beat it, too. Both of the boys, as
was said, were twelve. Mike was in the bathroom -- stroking his now enlarged
penis. He didn't have much more than a hair or two but his dick was enormous
for a twelve year old -- at least six to six and a half inches. He was
standing over the toilet and watching himself in the mirror.  Steve, meanwhile
had come home and stripped to his shorts. He didn't know anyone was home so he
fondled his bulge and it grew until he had to take his dick out and slip his
shorts off. He paraded around his room, dick flopping all over. The dark thin
hair rimming his penis was quite fetching. He got his first hair at eleven and
now at twelve he was one of the envies of the 7th grade locker room. He
started to stroke -- he whacked, and beat and jacked -- rising to the length
of six inches, his dickhead turning purple and straining like a hot dog about
to burst on the grill. He looked around, no place to shoot it off. He opened
the bathroom door and what he saw was amazing. His brother was whipping his
own dick furiously, like Steve. Mike turned, almost ready to shout, "Get Out!"
But he didn't. He looked at Steve, Steve looked at Mike and they laughed and
said, "Shit! I didn't know you did it too!" Or something to that effect.
	Steve said, "Let's do it together!"
	And they did. They looked at each other. They looked in the mirror. Steve
marvelled at how his younger brother could have a bigger dick than his. He
held it out and Mike brought his up and they compared. Wow! Mike was almost a
full inch bigger than his older brother. But Steve was thicker and had more
hair. Back to beating. They stroked like maniacs, watching each other
carefully and getting off on their mutual fascination with each other's cocks.
They both rose up on their tip toes as the feelings began to burst forth.
Steve spewed first and Mike shot his load within seconds after his brother.
They stroked their raging boners dry, emptying their gism into the toilet,
touching their dickheads together and breathing heavily. 
	Afterwards, as dad wasn't due home from work for an hour or so and Mom was
shopping, they stayed naked, sitting on their beds and bringing each other up
to date with all of their individual sex stories and experiences, occasionally
fondling their cocks, stroking lightly. 
	Then Steve said, "Let's stroke each other's dicks?!"
	Mike agreed. He saw no reason not to. He had always been close to his
brother, except for telling him about sex stuff. They had played, and swum and
lied about things together and were good friends. Steve reached out
tentatively and took hold of Mike's hardening penis. He tickled it with his
fingertips, like exporing a new world. Mike touched Steve's dick and soon they
began stroking each other to climax. They decided to lay down on their backs
on Steve's bed and whack each other off. Stroking firmly and evenly they
quickly brought each other to an almost simultaneous orgasm. Cum was covering
their bellies and hands. They looked each other in the eyes and smiled. Their
dicks were still spurting as they heard the door open and close downstairs and
Mom's voice called out, "Steve? Mike? Where are you?" They paniced and ran,
dripping and spurting for the bathroom. They quickly washed each others and
their own cocks and stomachs , wiped up the floor and Steve jumped in the
shower. Mike took a towel and was drying himself off as Mom knocked on the
door. 
	"Steve? Mike?" their mom queried.
	"We're here." said Mike. "Steve's in the shower and I just finished."
	"Oh, well, dinner will be ready in about a half an hour"
	"Okay, Mom. Thanks."
	Mom went back downstairs and Mike heaved a sigh of relief. Steve jumped out
of the shower.
	"That was quick thinking!"
	"Thanks, bro'"
	"Damn," Steve said, "Close call!"
	"Sure was!"
	"It was worth it!'"
	"Sure was!"
	"Do it again?" asked Steve.
	"Any time," replied Mike.
	And for two years, these two brothers shared everything sexually between them
that they could imagine. But that's what the rest of this story is about.

CHAPTER THREE -- 
	It was about two months after their first beat off session that they
discovered they liked to suck on each other's cocks. They were laying in bed,
naked as usual, Mom and Dad out for the night. Both were hard and lightly
fingering their dicks. Some action movie was on the television which they were
allowed to bring up to their room on certain nights. Mike jumped at the action
of one of the scenes and landed on the floor at the foot of the bed. Steve sat
up and as Mike turned around to get back up he found himself face to dick --
his face to Steve's dick. He kissed it. Steve looked at him. He kissed it
again. Steve looked at him again.
	"Go ahead" Steve whispered.
	Mike licked the tip of his brother's fat dick. It tasted funny and salty and
fine. He ran his tongue around the cockhead and Steve shuddered and murmured
"Oh, Man" under his breath. Mike took Steve's dick in his hand and held it to
his lips. Slowly he inched his lips over Steve's engorged glans. Both boys
savored the new sensations. Steve was going crazy. Mike started to slip his
brothers dick in and out of his mouth. Occasionally he chewed down the shaft
on each side. He even licked his brother's balls, hairless and hot! He stroked
and licked and sucked on this piece of boyflesh and Steve groaned and
whimpered and Mike increased his sucking action until he was bobbing on and
off the dick. Steve was thrashing around and started humping into Mike's
mouth. Steve came. Mike swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed until he
thought he would be filled up. He gagged and choked the dick in his mouth back
into his throat and Steve's body shook in ecstacy as he pressed his pubes
tightly into his brother's face and caressed the back of his head with one
hand and the nipples on his brother's  chest with the other. 
	"Unbelievable!"
	"Was it okay?"
	"Unbelievable!" was all Steve could manage.
	Then Steve slowly pulled his dick out of Mike's mouth with a slight slurping
sound. Mike lay back on the floor. Steve positioned himself over his brother's
huge cock. He licked, tiip, head shaft and balls. also hairless. He ran his
hands over his brother's thighs and abdomen. He wrapped one hand tightly
around the base of Michael's cock and fondled Michael's balls with the other
hand as he went down on the head with his mouth wide open. When he clamped
down on his brother's trembling rod he began to stroke it with his lips and
with both hands moving simultaneously. Mike writhed in agonistic pleasure as
feelings he'd never felt began to course through his loins, dick and balls. He
humped slightly and Steve swallowed his brother's dick right up to his hand
that was wrapped around the base. Mike groaned and started little rabbit like
jabs into his brother's throat. Steve sucked for everything he was worth. Mike
rocked around on the floor and Steve tried to keep his mouth on the spasming
dick, shooting gobs of sweet tasting brother-honey down his open throat. Steve
tried to swallow but gagged on Mike's  immense penis. Steve backed off a
little and Mike's penis plopped out of his mouth. Steve, posessed by some
strange feeling and desire, moved quickly to cover Mike's mouth with his own.
He had never shared contact and emotion like this. Mike returned his kiss
passionately. The remnants of Mike's cum, still in Steve's mouth was swapped
and shared as tongues probed and lips pressed and twisted in utter lust. Hands
roamed and probed each other's bodies and for the first time both boys were
thinking,"I love my brother." And after a break in the passion, Steve softly
said so.
	Mike replied, "I think I love you too. I think I always have."
	Steve said, "I don't want to ever stop."
	"We won't" said Mike. "I can't ever remember feeling like this."
	"I can't either."
	They drifted off to sleep, on the floor, in each other's arms until they
heard the garage door opening. They popped awake, looked at the clock -- 4am
--  and frantically searched for some undies. Steve found Mike's bikini's and
Mike found Steves boxers and they swapped and put them on and settled back
down to watch TV. 
	It was Dad who came in to say good night. His face was ashen. The boys looked
up and said, "Hi, dad!"
	The boys stopped and saw a pained expression on their dad's face.
	"Dad, what's wrong?, asked Steve.
	"It's your mother." Dad replied. "She's had an accident."
	Blank stares and tears from the boys -- effortful control from Dad. 
	The half-mouthed word "What" formed in both of the boys open mouths.
	"She's all right, isn't she?"

	On that eventful night of finding the greatest physical love their young
lives had ever encountered, they also lost the woman they loved more than
anything in the world. Dad held out his arms and the boys knew what the answer
to that last question was. They cried and cradled each other for quite a
while. Dad kissed each boy on the forhead and told them he loved them. They
both hugged themselves tightly to each side of this strong man, who would
always continue to be their rock in times of storminess. Who would understand
when he realized that his sons were gay and that these two boys would grow and
would spend the rest of their lives together. This night would cement Michael
and Steven together forever. 

	Not to make light of a tragic situation but Steve would find out just how
normal masturbation was when he walked past his dad's bedroom and saw his dad
stroking his penis and crying softly about four months after the death of
their mother. Dad didn't notice Steve, he was very quiet. He watched for a few
moments and then stole quietly away. He understood. He appreciated that his
father would remain faithful to the memory of his wife. He never married and
never again had sexual contact with anyone other than his own penis in an
occasional masturbation session. 

	Steve also realized why both of the boys had huge penises. His dad was hung.
He estimated about nine inches as it took two fists side by side to cover the
length of that dick. Steve measured -- he now, at thirteen had passed the six
inch mark and was rapidly approaching six and a half inches. 
	Mike was next -- Steve walked into their bedroom and whipped off Mike's
bikini briefs and stroked his brother's penis to erection and measured his
dick. At twelve and a half years old Mike was almost seven inches long. Steve
took off his own clothes and laid Mike on the bed and they wrapped up in each
other's arms, penises pressed tightly between each other's legs. They humped
slightly and as they kissed and fondled they came, gism squirting out  from
between the other brother's legs. They smiled, reached over and turned out the
lights, pulled the covers over themselves and cuddled themselves to sleep.