Date: Mon, 06 Jan 2003 12:46:35 -0600
From: Matthew Wellesley <mattwxyz@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Chapter 5 (corrected)

MY BROTHER LOVES ME
A story by Matt Wellesley
Chapter Five


WARNING:  This story is offensive to some people.  If you
don't like hearing or reading about gay love, sex, or incest--
or if it's not legal for you to read sexually explicit
material--don't read this story.  The story is based on fact.
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Chapter Five - Camp Out, Camp In

      We were quiet a long time.  That was good because I had
time for everything to sink in.  I was halfmay numb from it
all, though.  My face was still a little wet.

      By then, Damon was sitting behind me, his chest on my
back.  I felt his fingers tapping softly on my shoulder.  I
thought it was just an absent-minded thing, and closed my eyes
to soak in another new feeling.  When his tapping got faster
and harder, the new feeling morphed into an old one.

      "Matt--how did you know to take my whole dick into your
mouth and...do that?" Damon asked with a weird tightness in
his voice.

      "How did I know?  I thought you knew."

      "No, I didn't.  Don't try to change the subject--ain't
gonna work this time, boy."

      I gulped.  "Well, if you didn't know, then--"

      "Out with it, Matt."

      "Ok, ok.  Last night, we were taking our showers, in a
shower thing, like at school, only it was outside......and
some older boys were taking a shower near us.  There was a
wall in between--"

      "Come on, Matt!  You're stalling!"

      "Ok--and this one boy, one of the older kids, says his
girlfriend did that to him.  We all heard him--he said she
pushed out her lips and slid up and down on his dick.  And he
loved it.  I didn't know if I should believe him, but last
night, when you--"

      "Ok, Matt.  Sorry I yelled at you.  It's just that I
was--"

      "And I know the NAME of it, too!"

      "What is it?"

      "He said it was a blow job.  That's another weird name--
'blow'--you don't really blow on it, right?"

      Then Damon twisted himself around and kissed me.
"Right, bonehead.  I never thought my little brother would
teach me anything about sex, but you DID."

      Damon was always one to give credit.  "Thanks," I said,
probably looking like the cat that swallowed the canary.  Wow!
I knew something Damon didn't, and it was about sex.

      "Wait, Matt--'blow' IS the right word.  When you shoot,
they call it 'blowing' a load."

      "Oh, that sorta makes sense.  But 'load'--that's weird."

      "Think about it, Matt--a load of cum, a lot of cum?"

      "Ok.  I thought 'cum' meant shooting it."

      "Yeah, but it's the word for the white, stuff too."

      "Cum--I really like that word, Damon."  Now everything
made more sense--I was glad to know the name of it.

      "It's late, Bud.  We better hit the hay."

      "Yeah."

      We scooted down into the sleeping bag, and Damon zipped
us in.  Everything was still for a while.  We seemed to be
floating in good feelings.  He hovered over me and kissed me,
then I did the same to him.  I rolled over on my side, and
snuggled to Damon's back with my head half-buried in the folds
of the sleeping bag and half in his neck.  I felt all secure,
now.  I thought about all that happened that day--especially
hearing about me almost drowning when I was five, and Damon
saving me--how scared he was, and how hard it was for him to
carry all that around, not telling anyone.

      The next thing I remember, Damon was kissing me again.
I had this dread, all of a sudden.  I saw a bright shaft of
light--someone was out there with a flashlight.  My big fear
was that we'd be discovered, and everyone would find out what
we'd done.  Then I realized, the shaft of light was too big to
be a flashlight far away.  Whoever it was, they were right on
top of us.  My heart sank, and my whole body felt like I was
falling off a cliff.  A hand grabbed my arm from behind.

      "AHH!" I screamed.

      "Matt, what's wrong?  Wake up!"

      The light was the sun coming through one of the little
windows in our tent.  It was morning.

      "Oh, God!" I said, exhaling, and rolling over on my
back, limp.

      "Matt--what's wrong?"  I was sleepy and embarrassed,
but Damon was upset.  I had to let him know I was ok.

      "Damon--I was dreaming.  I'm sorry."

      "You had a bad dream?"

      "No, it was a great dream.  But at the end, someone had
a flashlight, out there, and almost found us kissing.  Whoever
it was grabbed my arm."

      "That was me, bonehead!"

      "Yeah, I know---NOW."

      "You ok, Matt?"

      "Yeah--I will be, as soon as I pee."

      "Hey, you're not the only one."

      We walked to a tree and peed together, making lots of
noise and crossing our streams a few times, like we did at
home.  We knew how to pick out the best spot--on an incline,
so the little rivers would flow away from us.  You have to
stand to the side and lean in, so your feet don't get sprayed.
At home, when we were little, we'd pretend we were having
sword fights with our streams.  We really did try to clean up
after our swordfights, but we were always told how messy we
made the bathroom--until we got a little older, and knew how
to wipe up, better.

      After we were done, I shivered from the cold, and the
silence hit me.  We just stood there, which was kind of weird.
We were both hard, and staring at each other's boners.

      "Hey, Bud, snap out of it--let's go!  Mine's gonna
freeze and fall off, if we don't get back in sack."

      "I'm with you--I'm cold.  Next time we camp up this
high, I AM bringing pajamas."  This brought the giggles back
to Damon.  We both ran for the tent.

      "Hurry, boy!  I gotta go keep Matty warm."  I loved when
Damon used his baby voice.

      "I'm horny Damie," I said, settling in to the warmth.

      "Matty--big bro is too, and it's your turn to take care
of him."

      "No it's not!" I said, "You blew my dick out of your
mouth last night, and that was the end if it," I said,
whining.  We were both cracking up.

      "Well," Damon said, recovering enough to talk, "if
you're not strong enough to keep it in my mouth, that's your
problem."

      I tried to come back with a good answer, but I was
laughing too hard.  Damon grabbed my ribs, and tickled me.

      "Ah!  Damon!!  No--stop!"  I tried to slither back to
get away, and hit my head on something hard--a rock, half
buried under the sleeping bag.  It hurt, but it wasn't that
bad.  I thought of pretending to pass out, then say 'boo' in
his face--but then I remembered what happened when I was five,
and it scared Damon so much--I canceled that plan.

      "I heard that, Matt.  You hit your head, didn't you?"

      "Yeah, but it doesn't hurt.  A rock, I think."

      "Sit up, bonehead, let me see that," he said, a little
red in the face.  "Scoot over here--let's get you away from
that rock."

      Damon examined my head and rubbed lightly.  That turned
into a long rubdown that went from my neck to my feet.  I was
throbbing.  I looked at Damon, kneeling between my legs.

      "Damon--you came!"

      Right away, he looked down at his dick.  "No, I didn't."

      "Yes, you did!  Don't you see it?" I said, staring at
the wetness on his dick, and sitting up, reaching out to touch
it.

      "No--I didn't cum.  That's stuff that comes out before
you cum."

      "Oh, that's weird."

      "No it's not.  It's great to jerk off with.  See how
slippery?"

      "Oh, yeah!" I said, sliding my fingers on it.  I
wondered if I got that stuff, too, but I didn't say anything.

      Damon put the palm of his hand on my chest and pushed me
down, so I was on my back.  Just then, there was a strong gust
of wind.

      "Damon, are you thinking what--"

      "Yeah--let's get out of here, and back to that cabin."

      I unzipped our clothes bag.  We dressed instantly, and
took down the tent together.  I made sure the fire was out,
using the last of our water, then I scattered the ashes and
spread out the rocks, so we'd leave the site as we found it.
I put each rock right next to a tree, so there'd be less
chance other campers would trip over them.

      Damon got everything packed.  We were a great team,
camping together.  Between him and dad, I was well-trained.
We'd gone camping hundreds of times--sometimes alone,
sometimes with dad--and we were good at it.  In minutes, we
were on our way down the big hill.

      "Matt--don't run!  You know better."  Running was
dangerous, especially when you're carrying gear, and
especially downhill.  I slowed down.  It started raining
lightly, just a few minutes before we reached the guest cabin.
By then it was in sight, and the slope of the hill had leveled
out, some.

      "Woo!  Just in time, huh?" Damon shouted, looking back
at me, and grinning.  His voice is so deep--it rattled my
chest when he yelled.  My heart skips a beat when he smiles
that way--all proud of himself and happy, with his big white
teeth showing.

      "Yeah!"  I was proud of him, too.

      When we got inside, the warmth of the cabin felt good.
I was glad there was a bathroom in there.  I had to pee, all
of a sudden.

      "Again?" Damon said, with his little smirk.

      "No, I'm gonna jerk off."  That sounded cool to say.

      "Yeah, right."

      I heard him laughing while I was in the bathroom.  When
I got back in the room, Damon had the tent spread out, and was
refolding it.  You can't fold it right, when you rush, like we
just did.  I helped him.  We checked all the gear, cleaned
everything, and stripped our clothes off.  He beat me, getting
into one of the beds.

      "This feels great!" I said, pulling the covers up, and
nuzzling into Damon's hug.

      "Yeah, it does!"  With his mouth so close, Damon's voice
vibrated my throat.

      I took a long whiff of my big brother.  "You smell good,
Damon."

      "So do you, Matt."

      We were all warm and snuggled into each other when I
jumped.  There was a knock at the door.  I about died.

      Damon reacted in a split second.  He flew out of bed,
grabbed a blanket off the other bed, wrapped in it, and
answered the door.

      It was Phil, my counselor--standing in the doorway to
our cabin, holding a huge umbrella, and letting the cold air
in.  I figured, this was it.  We were going to get caught, one
way or another.  I closed my eyes, but opened them just enough
that I could see.  I shivered a little, feeling the breeze and
listening to the rain hit the umbrella.

      Phil stared at Damon.  "Hey, sleepyheads.  You guys
still in bed?" Phil said, poking his head in and taking a
quick look around.

      'Still?' I thought, 'We just got here.'  I didn't move a
muscle, to make Phil think I was sleeping.

      Damon was red as a beet.  "Not really," Damon said, "We
were camping in the woods, and this wind came up."

      "No problem, just kidding," Phil said.  "I saw you guys
coming down the hill.  You timed it right.  They predicted
rain and a little wind for us, this morning.  I was just
checking to make sure my little camper was ok.  Looks like he
conked out, fast."

      "Yeah, he's fine.  Hasn't come down with yellow fever,
yet."

      Phil laughed.  "He's really a good kid, Damon--strong,
too, for his size.  Well, that's all I came for.  How long
will you be staying?"

      "Not sure," Damon said.  "We'll stop by your cabin,
later, and fill you in."

      "That sounds good.  I'll get going--can't keep my boys
alone, too long.  --Oh, did Matt tell you he won a wresting
match, yesterday?"

      "No, he--"

      "Ok, I'll let him tell you about it.  Catch you later,"
Phil said, turning to leave.

      "See you, Phil."  The door finally closed.

      I breathed a sigh of relief, and opened my eyes to look
at Damon.  "Oh, God!  That was close!"

      "Tell ME!"

      "Damon, he saw your boner, I think."  It wasn't exactly
tenting the blanket, but there was a definite bulge, there.

      "Yeah, no problem--all guys are hard when they wake up."
Damon sounded confident, but he blushed, a little.  Then I
realized Phil knew we didn't just wake up, if he saw us on the
hill.

      "Damon--you don't think he knows about us--what we've
been--"

      "No, bonehead.  Relax!"

      "Speaking of bones...." I said, throwing back the
covers.

      "Crap!  I thought I was off the hook," Damon said,
frowning.

      "Damon!  Please?"

      "He, he!  Just kidding, bro."

      I told Damon all about my wrestling match, and that the
kid had five pounds on me, and how good a sport he was.  Damon
was so proud, he hugged me, really tight.  We were pressed
front-to-front again, and our bodies were sending us messages.
Damon slid his finger on my dick, then held it like it was all
his.  He touched my ear, and twirled a finger in my hair, with
his other hand.  I moaned, and felt a lot of Damon's slippery
stuff.

      Just then, the light rain became a downpour, and we made
love to the sound of the drops beating on the windows and
roof.  His body glided over mine, and his hands were like
silk, crisscrossing all parts of me, over and over.  It was
like the rain was part of it, because our rhythms matched.
This time, there wasn't much talking.  I came, then lunged at
Damon to give him that wonderful feeling again.

      I crawled up and kissed him after he'd let me make love
to him.  It was incredible.  He was bigger, he was older, and
in charge--but he laid himself open, naked, exposed to me,
letting me do what I wanted.  I was so happy to be on top of
him then--I felt like I was not only kissing him, but in
control of him in that position.  This time, I got brave and
pushed my tongue into his, like he'd done to me.  Knowing the
taste of him was fresh in my mouth, I felt a little strange,
but the good feelings took over.

      "Mmmm."

      "MMMmmm!"

      We kept making that sound until we both got the giggles,
again.  Damon flipped us over, so he could be on top.  He sat
up a little, and his hands went to the sides of my chest.  I
scooted back, jumped out of bed, and stood up.

      "No, Damon.  No tickling!" I said, making a cross with
my fingers, and holding them up to him.

      "Too late, little one," Damon said, sounding like an old
vampire movie, "I've already bitten your tender neck and
sucked your blood."

      "Surprise, wicked prince, I sucked yours, too," I said,
in my high 'Matty' voice.

      "I'm melting, I'm melting!" Damon said, in his wicked
witch imitation.

      "Oh, God!" I said, cracking up, totally.  Damon joined
me, and we hugged and heaved while we laughed at ourselves.  I
felt like we were home, in the living room, goofing around.
Again, Damon ended up on top of me, threatening to tickle.  He
was squashing my dick.

      "Damn--doesn't that ever go down?"

      "Um, no," I said, with a silly grin, "You gonna help
me?"

      "No, not now.  If you're that horny, jerk off and I'll
watch."

      "That's ok.  I'll wait."  I was horny, but I wanted his
mouth.  I studied his face, to see if he was just testing me.

      "Don't wait too long, or your balls will hurt."

      "They will?  Why?"

      "Not sure, Matt.  They just will.  That's what happened
to me when I'd wait a long time, and put it off."

      "You mean like at night, when you waited for me to be
asleep?"

      "Yeah."

      "I thought it was really cool, when you told me that.
Did your balls hurt real bad, Damon?"

      "A few times, yeah.  Most times it wasn't bad."

      "I made you horny, wow."

      "All the time, bro.  I told you--I'd get a hardon
looking at you.  Just think how I felt, lying next to you,
naked."

      "Yeah.  I wonder if I was hard, then."

      "You were.  I checked," Damon said, with a shy smile.
"Crap, all this rain.  Let's get a shower, together.  Wanna?"

      "Yeah!"  We'd showered together a few times in the past,
but now I saw that in a different light.  I felt even more
horny, thinking about showering with my big brother.  I wasn't
sure if I was more horny, exactly.  I was hard, but I wondered
if maybe your dick had to get harder, before you could say you
were more horny.

      Damon got behind me in the shower and he rubbed soap on
my chest.

      "Damon--we're lucky this cabin has water.  I don't think
any of the other cabins do."

      "Do me, Matt."

      "What?" I said, turning around and staring at his dick.

      "Not that, bonehead--soap me up!"

      "Oh.  ...Damon--do all guys jerk off?" I said, rubbing
soap on his chest and not doing a great job of washing him.

      "I think they do, Matt.  Most guys, anyhow."

      "Do you think there are other brothers who--"

      "Let's not go there, Matt."

      "Why not?"

      "I don't know--let's keep this to ourselves."

      "I'll never tell."

      "I didn't think you would, Matt.  Promise on your honor-
-not even Rick."

      "I promise, Damon.  ...I missed you so bad, the first
night."

      "I missed you too, Matt."

      "Is that why you drove up here?"

      "Yes.  I love you--remember?"

      "I think I do," I said, looking like I was trying to
decide--which made Damon give me his phony glare.  "I love you
so much, Damon."

      After our shower, I was kneeling on the ledge, staring
out the window--feeling all warm and good, inside.

      "Whatcha lookin' at, bro?" Damon asked, pressing against
my back, with his warm hands on my shoulders.

      "The rain," I said.  "What if it was snow?  This place
would be fun in the winter--we could make giant snowballs and
roll them down the mountain, into the lake!"

      "Yes, and get snowed in!"

      "That would be cool--stuck up here--just us."

      "Until we ran out of food."

      "Oh--right.  I'm hungry!"

      "I brought Power Bars, Matt."

      "I'll take one.  Did you bring chips, too?"

      "No!  You know better than that."  You had to pack your
gear really tight.  Chips would be crushed to little crumbs.
Or worse, the bag would break, and you'd have a mess.  "Looks
like we aren't going anywhere, with this weather, Matt.  I
brought cards and checkers.  Sound good?"

      "Checkers!"