Date: Sat, 22 Feb 2003 21:08:14 -0600
From: Matthew Wellesley <mattwxyz@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother Loves Me - Post Script 6

MY BROTHER LOVES ME
A story by Matt Wellesley
POST SCRIPT 6 - (Chapter 12)


WARNING:  While I don't think it's pornographic, this story
may 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 a part of our life 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 POST SCRIPT GOES BACK WHEN DAMON WAS 18, MATT (ME) 16
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POST SCRIPT 6 - TO THE MALL, THEN HOME

      We hadn't been to the mall in a long time, mostly
because we were busy, and it was about 12 miles into town.  We
liked being up in the hills in the country, where our farm
was.  Dad's farm, really, but it was our home.

      The mall wasn't huge, going by a few we've seen in real
cities, but it was nice, and had a little area with a small
fountain, where guys our age would hang out.

      I spotted one guy, around my age, dressed in white cargo
pants and a blue tee shirt, sitting on a bench.  I thought he
was really cute, and when he stood up, he his pants bulged
out.

      "Damon, look," I said quietly.  "What do you think of
him?"

      "I think he's hot.  Why?  Matt getting excited?"

      "Sort of."  I loved hearing Damon say my name.

      "Me, too."

      "Let's go talk to him."  It's not like we would actually
do anything with the guy, but I thought it would be fun,
especially since he looked like he was half hard.

      "I don't know, Matt," Damon said, blushing.

      I didn't want to push it, suddenly feeling embarrassed
that I was looking at this guy, and here I was with my
brother, my lover, and I would never want to do anything to
make him feel bad.  We never considered having sex with anyone
but each other, so Damon knew I wasn't after sex.

      We sat there a while, and when the guy kept looking
over, Damon agreed to go talk with him.  He seemed very nice,
shy--he blushed a little, but I think we all did.  His name
was David.  There was a bench close to him, facing him, so we
sat there.

      We just talked small talk, exchanging names, schools,
and favorite music.  David smiled a lot, and I noticed he was
definitely hard, now, and kept opening and closing his legs,
making his boner pop into view very obviously.  I don't think
he realized it, though.  Damon noticed, too, and it was fun
staring at David's problem, watching him blush, and knowing he
wouldn't dare stand up in that condition.  But he did, like it
was nothing, and looked down the mall like he was waiting for
someone.

      David did blush more as he sat down.  Damon and I were
hard, too, but eventually that went away, and we said goodbye
to our new horny friend.

      "Do you think he was with his mom?" I asked Damon.

      "Maybe.  But that doesn't explain his hardon."

      "Maybe he liked us."

      "Don't go jumping the gun, Matt.  Maybe he was just
horny, and wanted to go home."

      This gave me an idea.  "Damon, I'm horny and want to go
home."  I looked up at him, and watched my big brother's brown
eyes light up in interest.

      "Yeah, ok--we go home, then what, Matt?" Damon said with
his sly smile.

      "Then...we go home and play checkers," I said, trying
not to grin.

      "Yeah, right."

      "I don't know what we'll do," I said.

      "You know--and I know you know, Matt," Damon said,
smirking, "Tell me."

      I whispered to him, "I wanna have sex with you."

      "Wrong, Matt."

      I tried again, "I want to make love with you."

      "Right," Damon said, his face softening into a sunny
smile.

      I glanced down at his pants, checking Damon for
hardness.  "Let's go before we get hard, again."

      "What's this 'we' stuff?" Damon said, looking so
innocent.

      "Yeah, right," I said, grinning back at him.

      Soon, we were in the car, on our way home.  It was one
of those wonderful Saturday afternoons.  Dad was gone,
visiting, and we could have the house to ourselves.  Since the
next place we would have to stand up would be in the privacy
of our own yard, I had fun rubbing Damon, making him hard as
he drove.  It was nice to see a wet spot on his pants when we
got to the house.

      "You're bad, Matt" Damon said, getting out of the car.

      "I thought you liked what I did."

      "I mean your bone.  It's not just tenting out, it's
trying to bust out."

      "Oh," I said, and grinned at him.

      Once inside, we put our stuff away, and went to our
room.  I stripped, wanting a shower.  Damon stared.

      "I guess I'll have to take care of my little brother,"
he said, trying to make it sound like this would be a huge
chore, but looking right at my dick.  "Damn, that's as big as
mine, now."

      "Almost," I said, blushing, and wondering when Damon was
going to start getting undressed.  "I'm heading for the
shower.  Aren't you going to take your clothes off?"

      "No, I'll shower with my clothes on," Damon said, as he
slipped his shirt off.  By the time he was naked, I was
dripping precum.

      "Matty lick Damie?" I asked in my high Matty voice,
eager to have him in my mouth.

      Damon had other ideas.  He had me in his mouth in a
second.

      "Ah!  Damon, no fair."

      Soon we were on the bed, and I was taking his weapon in
my mouth.  After a minute, he lifted me off him.

      "Let's get you in the shower, and see how long you can
wait."

      "No, Damie--Matty don't wanna wait."

      "Too bad.  Come on."

      "Not how long I can wait, but how long you can MAKE me
wait." I said.  Damon didn't answer.

      He tortured me in the shower, sucking, stopping,
washing, sucking again; making me wash him, touching me, and
letting me touch him.  I was going crazy, wanting him, and
needing to cum.  We dried off, and Damon went to the kitchen,
with me following.

      "Bedroom, bedroom," I chanted.

      "Melt the butter, Matt.  Popcorn time."

      "Damon, no.  Lets--"  His stare stopped me.  I knew he
was dragging things out, wanting it to be better by waiting,
so I had to give in.  I knew he was teasing me, too, and
having fun watching me squirm and touch myself.

      When the popcorn was ready, Damon walked with it to the
den, where the TV was.

      "Ok, Matt--let's watch the game a while."  Notre Dame
was playing.  Damon sat, Indian style, and I lay on my back,
next to him.

      "Game?"

      Damon looked at me and chuckled.  "If you're good I'll
stroke you once in a while."

      "Gee, thanks, Damon.  I'll have blue balls by the time
we get around to making love."  I looked up at him with my
sexiest grin.  It wasn't long before his hot, buttered hand
found my boyhood treasure.

      "Dang, you're like a rock, Matt."

      "Mmmm!  I'm horny, looking at you--and your hot bone."

      This made Damon look down at his pole, which had some
good precum on it.  "Take a drink, Matt."

      I slipped my mouth onto a very big, hard, brother boner.
And the more I sucked and pumped, the more precum I felt flow
into me.  In my mind, the precum was a kind of tease, like it
was a little tease, but not the real thing.  I loved Damon's
precum, though.  In a way it was like his body was saying it
was horny for me.  Pretty soon, the popcorn was forgotten.

      "Damon, I think you're more horny than I am."

      "I think so, too--after all, you're the one who got me
this way.  I get horny teasing you, Matt, and knowing you want
me."

      "Damie take Matty to bed, now?"

      "Yes," he said, and we headed to our room with him
leading me by the hand.

      "Me first?" I said, hoping to lube myself and quickly
slide into him.

      "No way.  You made me horny and I'm going to ram this up
you," Damon said, flicking a finger under his long tower,
making it bob, threateningly.

      "Yes, sir," I said trying to look and sound as
submissive as possible.  I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but I
still gulped, knowing how it feels to be suddenly jabbed by
his big thing.  I stood hesitantly by the bed.

      Damon picked me up and put me on the bed.  The sheet
felt cold on my back. He got on top of me, hugged me close,
then turned.  Suddenly, I was on top.

      "Fooled ya," Damon said playfully.

      "Yeah!"  I had barely said that, when he changed
positions again, and had us in a sixty-nine.  His hot lips on
my boyhood made me jump, and red, warm waves washed over me.
I had his pole in my mouth, but I had this image of me slowly
disappearing inside him, yet his mouth made love to my
hardness.  "Oh!  Oh, God."  I felt weak.  I was trying to suck
him, but I don't think I was doing much.

      Damon lifted off long enough to say, "Yeah, sweet Matty
boy, let go--feed me your cum."

      His voice was so sexual.  It was taking me up--through
the clouds--higher, higher, until I wasn't me anymore--I was a
new thing, glowing, loving; being consumed by my brother
lover, yet filled with new energy.  It flooded out of me, and
shot into Damon's mouth, I don't know how many times.  His
tongue and lips squeezed and released in such a rhythm that it
seemed I was coming forever.  My shouts matched his rhythm,
and as they faded into breaths, the rhythm stayed, and his
hands reached back to warm my chest.

      He turned, kissed me, letting me taste myself as we got
lost with our tongues twisting and pushing, his hands at my
head, and mine barely moving along his shoulders.  On my back,
I was pinned by him, and his tongue danced across my face.

      "Yeah, oh, baby," Damon said softly, "so hot."  He
looked hypnotized.  Suddenly, his manhood was at my face.

      "Mmm, Damon."  I kept my mouth open for him, looking
into his eyes.  A new, stronger, sexual look was on my
brother's face, as his eyes melted into mine.

      "Make me hot," he said, almost in a whisper, as if his
sexual urges had taken him over completely.

      'Wow,' I thought, 'I made him this way,' and he slipped
his wonder slowly across my lips, gracing my tongue with his
warm hardness.  I tried to go deeper, but it was evident he
only wanted the tip in my mouth, and I did my best to pleasure
it.  He pulsed strongly, pushing another inch in, and I
thought he would come, when I smelled vanilla, the scent of
the oil we used for lovemaking.

      "Damon, yes!" I shouted.  He was definitely hot.

      Damon trembled as he lubricated me.  His pole was wet
from my mouth, and his own flowing precum--my private fountain
that flowed for me.

      I braced for a ramming, but he pressed himself in
slowly, letting me feel how the thickness of his head
stretched me.  "Oh!" I said, wanting more, but he took his
time, letting his long scepter descend gradually.  I shivered.

      "How hot you are, Matt," he whispered.  Even his
whispers seemed deep and sexual to me.  "So beautiful when
you're turned on this way."

      He always knew when I was excited, and this time I
wondered how he could know, since I had just come.  I didn't
realize I was hard again until he gripped my shaft, shaking
it, as if to prove what he was saying.

      "Mmmm," was all I could say, as he reached bottom, and I
couldn't tell which feeling was stronger--disappointment that
he had stopped sliding into me, or the thrill of knowing he
impaled me completely.  Whichever it was, I tensed with new
desire for him, and bucked my hips as he began to withdraw.

      "Yeah!" Damon said, as he pulled himself backward--his
voice a mix of admiration and pleasure.

      I watched him now, through dim eyes, and his determined
expression, full of desire, filled me as much as his manhood.
Damon pulled out as far as possible and hesitated, before
slamming into me.

      "Ah!" I yelled, as my body convulsed, partly in pain,
mostly pleasure.  I was aware of the hunger I had for him, for
all of him, as well as the lance that pierced me.  "Yes!"  I
felt as if my bottom would suck him in, if it could.

      Damon rammed into me and pumped with new vigor, until I
thought he would pound me into senselessness.  I was wondering
how much I could take, as I tensed against his relentless
thrusting.  Then, he changed his angle, his dick hit my hot
spot, and I had a giant spasm.  My body shook, consumed with
pleasure and lustful contractions.

      It was like I had a dry climax.  As I relaxed, I could
feel his hard flesh, better.  I felt the smoothness of its
tip, and the flare of it stood out to me, as if he were
penetrating me with a hot, thick ring.  His moves gave me
waves of pleasure that shot fireworks behind my eyelids.

      Damon swelled, each pulse distinct inside me.  Soon, he
thickened again, this time stretching me more than ever
before.  He groaned and breathed urgently; his sweat dripping
on me--warm drops, a reminder of his hot desire and athletic
prowess.  His muscles tensed and released, in their own fluid
rhythm.

      I found the strength to put my hands under his hips, and
push upward--a signal that he should pause.  Damon always
respected that.

      "You want it to last, don't you?"  He was more saying
than asking, his rasping breath confirming the heat in his
eyes.

      I nodded.  As our eyes locked, we had a silent
conversation.  My eyes were saying, 'I want you to wait, take
me in desperation, and explode in me.'  Damon's eyes were
saying, 'I love you--and I love you for this, but it's killing
me to stop now.  I do it for you.'  My smile was my thanks to
him, knowing that I could never stop at this point if I were
the top, and wondered how he had the strength to do it.

      "Oh, God," Damon said, in frustration, his eyes pleading
now.

      I waited, just long enough for him to build a little
more, enjoying the wild throbs of this penis, barely contained
inside me.  I pushed my hips up at him, and he resumed.

      I thought his thrusts were hard, before, but his rapid
jamming made me lose my breath.  This was a new pounding.  He
was still loving me, but his face, his body, his hot flesh,
was shoving into me so forcefully, my hands gripped the
mattress, and I thought Damon would disappear inside me.

      "Ah!  Yuhhhhh!" He screamed as I felt his hot liquid
shoot itself into me.

      "Oh, Damon--God, yes!"

      My brother screamed new screams as that wonderful part
of him accelerated to dizzying speeds, and his essence flooded
me.  He twisted and shouted, somehow finding a way to suck my
nipples, going from one to the other, until I was screaming
with him.  Then, he slowed, staying fully in me a bit longer
with each desperate thrust.  This was the strongest part of
his climax, I knew, and I relaxed enough to feel the heat of
him, filling me, in hot, urgent streams.

      As he finished, he stretched himself over me, his hands
gripping my wrists, his legs over mine.  Damon was claiming
me, overcoming me once again, covering me completely, pinning
me down, keeping my body motionless with his.

      My hands found his head, and I rubbed his temples
gently.

      In a second, he lifted up, and put his mouth on my bone,
sucking it in completely.  "I felt that precum," Damon said
breathlessly.

      "Oh!" I screamed.

      He was rapid, relentless, and bent on satisfying me.
His head was a blur; his mouth a hot cavity of gripping flesh
that generated power inside my body.  I tried to speak, but
only managed to make strange moans, as he took over again.
The pleasure was mine, but my body was his.  Damon's hands
gripped my hips and held them down, as if to emphasize his
possession of me.  I gave myself up to him freely.  I was his,
and because of that, he was mine--as he possessed me, claimed,
me, controlled me, he was etching out my claim over him.

      I was enveloped in heavenly mist as the forces that
built inside me could no longer be contained, and I shot into
his loving mouth.  The sounds we made sang their own song of
desire's release, slowing passion, and the beginning of calm--
the calm that wraps you gently in its warm grip, and brings
you slowly earthward.

      Damon wasn't fully hard again, but he swung around to a
sixty-nine position.  I imagined he wanted me to keep his love
warm, as he was doing for me.  Our arms slid softly over each
other's legs; we breathed and moaned in unison; and though
earthbound again, our hearts soared to a new place as we
pressed lovingly together.