Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2003 13:28:21 -0600
From: Matthew Wellesley <mattwxyz@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Post Script 3

MY BROTHER LOVES ME
A story by Matt Wellesley
POST SCRIPT 3 - (Chapter Nine)


WARNING:  While I don't think it's pornographic, this story
can be 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 factual, and is about me and my brother.
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I'll ANSWER all email.  I hope more people email me.
MattWxyz@hotmail.com
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THE POST SCRIPTS

Basically, Chapter Six ended our story, the way I wanted to
tell it.  In keeping it short, I left things out.  To fill in
the gaps, from time to time, I'm including some of my
afterthoughts, things that are happening now, or miscellaneous
scenes that were left out.

If there's an area of interest that you'd like to hear about,
let me know, so I can consider adding that to the next P.S. A
few personal things I won't write about, but no harm asking.
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THIS P.S. IS ABOUT MY PLAN, AND ANOTHER SPECIAL DISCOVERY.
THIS WILL SPILL OVER INTO POST SCRIPT 4.
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POST SCRIPT 3 - A New Goal

      Never before did the word 'love' spin around in my head
like it did then.  'I love you,' 'lover,' and 'falling in
love' blended together until I was almost numb from it all.

      Eventually, the car was packed, Ken's magazines were put
back on the windowsill in the bathroom, and we drove home.  It
was a short trip, although those four miles seemed to take
forever.

      "Damon, it feels so good to see the house," I said, as
we went up the long driveway and home was in sight.  My face
was tight with a smile.

      I guess Damon couldn't relate.  I was the one who felt
like I'd been away forever.  Memories from camp flashed
through my head, but those were like a dream from a long time
ago, even though they all happened in the last few days.

      "If your face is any clue, I'd say you were happy,
Matt."

      "Yep."

      "Well, Bud, it looks like we won't get to see Ken."
Dad's pickup was the only thing in the driveway.  Damon pulled
off to the side like he always did, so dad wouldn't be blocked
in.

      I looked at Damon.  Even though we'd slept, I was still
tired.  Damon looked as tired as I felt.  We went inside.
What floored me as I walked in the door was a whole table full
of food--it looked like it came from a caterer.  Damon and I
glanced at each other.

      "Hi, dad! Happy to see me?" I said, as I hugged him.

      "Course I am.  Always happy to see both of you."

      "Hey pop--what's up with the food?" Damon asked with his
usual casual tone, one he used a lot with dad.  While he bent
to hug dad, I kept my eyes on Damon's butt, being careful not
to let dad see what I was doing.

      "Your uncle Fredrick came through."

      "Huh?"

      "What?"

      "He paid me back.  Loaned him ten grand about eight
years ago.  Never thought I'd see my money."

      "Wow! That's cool!"

      "Yeah, great, pop.  So uh, what are you gonna do with--"

      "Don't go gettin' any fancy ideas, son.  That's going
straight to the bank for your college education.  This food is
the one splurge."

      "College?" I said, like I had tasted something bad,
"that's so far in the fut--"

      Damon shot me a look that could kill, and I shut up.
Dad smiled at Damon, knowing full well the message Damon had
just sent me.

      "I'm spending some to fix what needs fixin,' but that's
all."

      "Gonna fix the fence, dad?" I asked.

      "No--you boys are.  I'm buyin' the lumber tomorrow."

      We both knew better than to say a word in response.  We
looked at dad and nodded.  It would be a big job, but with me
and Damon working together, it would go quick, and probably be
fun.  I headed for the pantry and tripped over my duffel bag,
almost falling on my face.  I caught myself with my hands,
probably avoiding a broken nose.

      "Matt!" Damon yelled.  "You ok?"

      "Son, are you all right?  What's the matter with you?"
dad said, standing up, ready to help me.

      "I'm ok.  I guess I forgot it was there," I said,
blushing and looking down at the duffel bag.

      "Be careful, bonehead."

      I heard the concern in Damon's voice, and blushed more,
thinking of all that happened with us in the last few days.

      I knew this was the time dad and Damon would talk, and I
could snoop around the pantry.  They would probably talk about
me and camp.  Even though dad talked with me, more than Damon,
he talked with Damon first, when anything real serious came
up.  I went looking for Chamomile tea, a definite must for my
plan to work.  I got the idea from one of Ken's magazines.

      I found we did have some of that tea, and grinned.
Then, I brought in all our stuff from the car, and put it in
our room.  I had to pee, and while in the bathroom, I found
the cough medicine I was looking for--another thing I needed
for my plan to work.  I was folding and putting away the last
few things when Damon came into our bedroom.

      "Hey squirt, what's up?"  That was Damon's usual
greeting, but this time it took on a new meaning.  I started
to get hard.

      "Well, something's getting up.  What about you?" I said.
I really wanted it to sound sexy, but it came out sounding dirty,
and I was embarrassed.  I was amazed, too--and proud of myself.
I had made Damon blush.

      Damon just gave me a blank look, staring, red-faced.

      "God, Damon--you look so cute that way----sexy," I said,
thinking he was totally aware of the color of his face.  That
was another word I was really starting to like using--'sexy.'
I thought Damon might be clueless of what 'way' I was talking
about, but he smiled--maybe because of MY blush, maybe because
of what I'd said.

      "Oh, I do, huh?" Damon flashed a big grin, and I stared
at his flashy teeth.  He walked over to me, and we stood nose to
nose, his head bent down to mine.

      "Yep, you do," I said confidently.

      "And what would my baby brother know about 'sexy'?" he
said as his smile widened.

      "Well, this hot sixteen-year-old showed me a lot of
stuff--"  His kiss cut me off.  I got brave and stuck my
tongue right into his mouth.

      "Mmm," Damon said, pulling away, "he must have taught
you good, because that felt great, and, uh...well, look at
this, bro," he said proudly.

      At that point, Damon pulled off his shorts, and I saw
this nice tent in his boxers.  He stood with his arms at his
sides, with a cocky grin on his face.  I guess he knew what I
would do.

      I reached for his tentpole.  Damon rubbed my sides, then
wrapped his hand around my naked boner.  We moaned and made
little sounds for a while, then Damon slid down to my neck and
licked me there.  It tickled.

      "Ah, no! Damon, it tickles!"

      I guess that inspired him.  In seconds, his fingers dug
into me and tortured my ribs.  So much for feeling sexy.  By
the time he finished with me, I was convulsing on the bed,
trying to catch my breath.  Damon put on a pair of my briefs,
which was really weird, then he put on some old, loose shorts.

      "Hey, Bud, you better find some of your old tighter
briefs, and put them on."

      "Why, Damon?"

      "'Cause--it's boner city, now, with you and me.  I don't
want dad seeing."

      "He's seen us that way, tons of times," I said, quickly
losing confidence in myself, and feeling very much the baby
brother.

      "Yeah...but it's different now."

      "Ok."  I stripped and went looking for my old underwear,
finally found some, and put on a pair of briefs that would
definitely let me know my balls were there, not liking this at
all.

      "Matt, you're still hard as a rock," he said, as I
turned to answer him.

      "Well," I said, looking down at myself, then grinning up
at him sheepishly.

      "Matt--no...no, we can't...not right now."

      Just then, I heard dad's truck pull out of the driveway.
"When, then?"

      "I'll show you when," Damon said, grabbing me.  He put
me over his lap, and exposed my butt.  I looked forward to
another butt rub, but he spanked me, instead.  It stung more
than hurt, and I was secretly enjoying the attention.  My
confidence was coming back, fast, and I decided to put my
acting talents to work.

      "Ah! Ow! No, stop--Damon, ow!! It hurts! Ooo."

      "No it doesn't.  You're faking."

      So much for my acting ability--and my confidence.  I
wondered why Damon picked this moment to do this.  I started
doubting myself, thinking maybe I HAD done something wrong.

      "Yep, Damon, it feels really good," I said, trying to
tease him.

      "Oh yeah?" he said, as his hand came smashing down, full
force on my butt.  That was the last smack.  His hand still
rested on my well-warmed butt cheek.  We were both quiet for a
while.  I didn't want to complain, in spite of the pain, which
faded fast.  Now, it just felt warm and good.  His hand felt
better than ever.

      Damon turned me over, and put me on the bed, staring
into me.  I had a weak smile on my face--I wasn't sure what he
was feeling, then.  His finger traced a zigzag path on my
face, and all over my chest.  Then he rubbed my nose with the
point of his finger.  My hand reached up, and I rubbed his
chest.  He smiled.

      I wanted so much to ask him why he spanked me, just now,
but I didn't.  It really wasn't much of a spanking, anyway.  I
also wanted to ask if we could do something, now that dad had
left, but I knew he was in control, and I sensed it would be
better to wait until he made the first move.

      "How's your butt feel, squirt?"

      "Fine."

      "Just 'fine'?"

      "Feels warm--good."

      "Cool."

      Nothing was said after that.  Damon went into the
bathroom, and I heard the shower run.  Seconds later, he was
back in the bedroom, looking at me.

      "What?" I said, feeling self-conscious, and laughing.

      "Come on, Matt," Damon said, taking his clothes off.  He
wanted me with him in the shower.

      I was shocked--a good shock, and pulled off my tight
briefs.  I ran for the bathroom before he'd have a chance to
change his mind.  Stepping under the water with him, I was
tempted to run my hands all over him, but I remembered I'd
told myself to wait.

      We didn't wash each other, but it was fun with my boner
poking his wet slippery skin as we washed, one behind the
other, and moved past each other, several times, to rinse.
Mostly it was his huge hardon that poked me, being his was so
much bigger.

      I was rinsed and done, leaning against the wall with the
shower head on it, staring at Damon as he finished up.  By
then, he'd gone soft, but not me.  I'd hoped against hope, but
sure enough, as he studied my eyes, Damon got hard again.

      I didn't know what to say, but I guess my face did the
talking for me.  Damon smiled.

      "See, I told you, I get hard, looking at you."

      "Yep," I said, grinning ear to ear.

      "You just get hard, squirt."

      "Well..." I said, blushing, wondering if I'd be hard all
the time, now, "I'm looking at your body, what do you expect?
You look better than Tommy Jenkins."  Tommy was the
quarterback for our football team.  He was known as having the
build to die for, according to all the girls.

      "You like him?"

      Damon's question hit me like a slap.  "Huh? Oh! No,
um...I really didn't mean--"

      "It's ok, Matt.  Don't sweat it."

      "I don't think of other guys the way I think of...I
mean, I didn't think of that until--"

      "Hey, stop it, baby.  It's ok.  I know what you mean,"
Damon said, pulling me into a hug.

      "Damon?"

      "What?"

      "I like when you call me baby, now."

      "Oh, ya do, huh?"

      "Yeah."

      Damon seemed nervous--like he was afraid to do sex
with me, all of a sudden.  I wondered about that, and looked
at him.  I guess he knew what I was thinking.

      "Come on, squirt.  Let's get out of this bathroom and
take a look at that fence."

      "Fence?" I said, feeling my eyebrows get all twisted.

      "Come on," he said, knowing full well I knew what he was
talking about.  Damon was fun, but when there was work to do,
he got real serious.  Even though we'd looked at the broken
part of the fence a million times, he had to see it again, to
figure out how we'd fix it.  That was just Damon's way.

      The part of the fence that was broken was close to the
house, and it looked worse to me, now that I was looking at
it, up close.  "It looks bad, Damon."

      "Not really, Matt.  If we cut the wood, just right, six
pieces will do it.  We'll have it fixed in no time."

      "What about the post-hole digger?"

      "We better check it out.  Probably needs oiling."

      I was sorry I'd mentioned it.  When we got to the barn
and found it, I was even sorrier.  It was badly rusted, so it
would need a good sanding down, besides oiling.  We got busy
with the sandpaper--me on one side of the thing, and Damon on
the other.  I think I looked at my brother more than I sanded,
but we finally had it ready to go.  Damon oiled it.

      "Why'd we take a shower before coming out here and doing
this?"  I'd worked up a sweat, and Damon was soaked, himself.

      He just looked up at me and grinned.  "We can take
another one, if you want."

      I was thinking, 'We?  Again?' I just smiled back at him.
This was going to be fun.  If this was what it felt like to be
falling in love, I wanted it to go on, forever.

      When we got back to the house, the food was still out,
and we ate like pigs.  It was a favorite of all of us--
Bratwurst and sauerkraut.

      "Man, that was good, Bud, don't you think?"

      "Awesome.  I wonder where it came from."

      "I don't know.  I'll ask dad.  Speakin' of dad...."

      "Yeah, where'd he go?" It was unusual for dad to leave
the house after supper.

      "Damon--do you think maybe he didn't eat a lot--that
maybe Ken and Dave did most of the eating?"

      "Nah, I doubt it.  Let's go watch TV."

      "TV? Damon, are you sure?"

      "Yeah, I'm sure, squirt."

      That brought a smile to my face, even though I thought
of what Damon went through, the day he saved me from drowning.

      "Wow, this'll be so cool!" I was excited.

      We didn't take out arms from around each other when dad
walked in.  Not right away, anyhow.  It was strange that dad
came in from the back.  We always used the front door.

      Another thing that surprised me was that Damon made no
move to get up and greet dad, something we always did.  Even
when one of us left for a short errand, you always greeted
whoever was coming home.

      "Stay here, squirt," Damon said, pushing his hand down,
hard, on my leg."

      Now I knew something was up.  I didn't have to wait long
to find out what.  Dad and Damon came into the living room,
and dad handed me a box.  On the wrapper was written, 'Love,
dad.'

      "My chain!" I screamed, as I tore the box open.  It was
a bicycle chain, and dad had used some of the money to buy it
for me.  I'd been without my bike for a while, now.  It was an
expensive imported bike, a gift from my Aunt Lois, and parts
for it cost way more than the usual ones.

      After giving dad a hug and kiss, I was so excited, I did
the same to Damon.  "You were in on this," I said to Damon,
"weren't you?"

      "No, not me," he said--an obvious lie.  Damon just
smiled.

      "Thanks dad," I said.

      "I thought you might need a boost after leaving camp, so
soon."

      "Thanks," I said again, not knowing what else to say.  I
turned to my brother.  "Thanks, Damon."  Dad was staring.

      "Did you boys get any sleep?  Or did you play around all
day?" dad said with a smirky grin, like Damon's.

      Suddenly, 'play around' had a new meaning.  I blushed
and turned away, pretending to cough.

      "We slept some," Damon said.

      "Yeah, some.  A five-minute nap, and you were in that
pond, I'll bet."

      You couldn't fool dad, and there was no use trying.

      "You boys get your butts up to bed, right now.  Busy day
tomorrow."

      "Yes, sir," Damon said.  He spoke for both of us.

      Dad always said 'busy day tomorrow' like it would be
different from any other day.  I wondered if Ken and Dave
would be here tomorrow, then I remembered Damon said they'd be
here for the week.  I wanted to know what our chores would be,
if any, but I didn't dare ask.  I figured we'd find out when
the time came.  We said goodnight.

      Damon and I ran up the stairs as I became more excited
about putting my plan into action.  Once in the room, we
stripped in record time, and crawled into bed.  We really
didn't need a shower, and as I snuggled to Damon's back, the
mixed scent of sweat and shampoo from Damon's hair was making
me throb.  At that moment, Damon turned over, and his hand
went for my boner.

      "Mmm," I said, feeling his pole press into me, and his
hot hand on my bone.

      "This definitely has grown again," Damon said, shaking
my dick.  "You're horny, aren't you?"

      "Um...yeah"

      "'Um'--as if you had to think about it."

      "Well...." I said, as Damon slid down and took me into
his mouth.  His mouth squeezed my hardon.

      "Ah! Damon, mmm."

      His mouth was fire to my little boner.  As his hands
reached up to my chest, I knew what would happen soon.
Fireworks went off behind my closed eyes as I came in Damon's
mouth.  His hands went under me and lifted my back as I
finished.  He licked gently, and cleaned me up.  Each stroke
of his tongue made me jump.

      "God, you're beautiful," he said, half moaning with his
dreamy sound.  I knew that sound.  I wasn't able to say much,
just then.

      "Mm! Damon, ohh."

      Damon picked that time to lick my balls, something he
hadn't done to me yet.

      "Uh! Ohh, oh, oh...."  Now I knew what that felt like
when I did that to him, back at camp.  Damon slipped his lips
back down on my bone, and I almost couldn't stand it.  He kept
me in his mouth a long time.  He was so still, I thought maybe
he fell asleep.

      "Yeah," Damon said, finally pulling away, "So hot."

      "Damon that was awesome.  Do I still taste good?"

      "Yeah, Matt.  You taste great."

      "Can I taste you, now?" I said.

      "I guess--well, if you want to, you can."

      "Come on, Damon!" I said, shoving my elbow into his
ribs, "Don't you want me to?"

      "Yeah, I do, Matt.  I want you to.  A lot."  His fingers
ran through my hair, then slid so softly over my shoulders, he
gave me the shivers.

      "Mmm," I said, as my head moved down, and a warm, hard
thing entered my mouth.  I tilted my head so I could see his
face.

      "Ah, yeah!" Damon moaned, putting a pillow over his
mouth--but not before I saw his look of pure bliss.  That
excited me.

      "Mmm," I said with my mouth partly opened, which made my
tongue vibrate suddenly.

      Damon made a strange squeaking sound.  What could be
wrong?  As I started to get scared, my brother shot into my
mouth.

      Damon grabbed me like he was holding on for his life,
then squirmed and moaned.  The strength in his legs was
awesome--they tossed me around, and it felt wonderful knowing
I could make him feel so good just by doing this.

      My hands were all over him, and I thought I would join him,
because my dick throbbed.  I was too busy rubbing and counting.
Nine shots.  I did join him in his happy moaning, making him shout
more.  I thought he tasted even better than before as I
swallowed the last of him.  I almost came again when it hit me
that a part of him was in my stomach now.  That was a great
feeling.

      When it was over, we came down from our high, and I
noticed he was holding me by my hair.  I guess he didn't want
me to pull away, but I wasn't going to, anyway.  After we
caught our breath, we hugged and squirmed and moaned.

      It's weird--I discovered the sounds of your breathing
can say things in a second that would take longer in words.  I
understood his feelings, listening to those sounds, and I was
sure he understood me, too.

      "Matthew...mmm." I loved when Damon called me that.
"Have you been practicing? That was awesome."

      "Yeah, sort of--I practice in my head, all the time."

      "Oh, God, man," he said, gulping, still catching his
breath.

      Damon barely lifted his head, kissing me again, then he
fell back into the pillow like he ran out of gas.  I was
definitely tired, myself, but I was determined to wake up
later, and put my plan into action.  That was my last thought
as we drifted off to sleep, with me smiling at the taste of my
brother.

      Sure enough, I woke up.  The clock said 3 a.m.  I had to
think fast.  I knew if I just got out of bed, he would wake
up.  I rubbed his chest, not knowing if that would wake him up
or not, but I wanted to talk to him before I went downstairs.
I sat up in bed.

      "Hmm?" he said.

      "Hi, Damon."

      "Wha...what are you doing up, Matt?" he said with a slow
heavy sound to his voice.

      "Damon, I gotta go downstairs a sec," I said.  I slid
out of bed and flew toward the door before he could answer.

      "Mmm......ok," I heard, as I passed through the doorway.
I didn't think he really knew what was happening, which was
fine with me

      Downstairs, I made the Chamomile tea for Damon, and a
regular tea for myself.  I was afraid I'd get the cups mixed
up, so I left the tea bag in Damon's cup, thinking, the
stronger the better.  The next stop was the bathroom, where I
added a little cough syrup to Damon's tea.

      The magazine I read at Ken's house explained how it
worked.  The Chamomile tea relaxed you a lot.  Adding cough
syrup made it stronger, and the two together would put you to
into a deep sleep for a few hours.  I crossed my fingers that
this would work.

      "What's this?" Damon asked, waking up a little more,
"Tea?"

      "Yeah--I wanted to celebrate.  You made me feel so
good."

      "That makes two of us, Bud."

      Tea wasn't exactly the usual thing to drink at our
house, but I think Damon just took it in stride that I was
happy and wanted to do something special.

      At first, I was afraid he was too sleepy to drink it
all, but we talked, and he finished his tea.  We curled up
together, and now, all I had to do was wait.