Date: Fri, 02 Jun 2000 19:12:50 EDT
From: leo fitz <twotwoeight@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brother - A Ture Story Pt. 2  gay/incest

My Brother - A True Story 2

Yes, this is a true story.  Please send comments
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"Remember what we did the other day?" my brother
asked.

We were standing in the hallway, by the stairs,
which lead up to his room.  I did remember what we had
done.  My brother had taken my pants down and played
with my dick.  It had felt so good, how could I have
forgotten.  Then he had me play with him.  That was
just as much fun as him playing with me. Why would he
think I would have forgotten?

"Yea," I said.

"Do you want to do it again," he asked me?

"Yea," I repeated.

"OK, wait a few minutes then come upstairs," he
told me.

So I watched him walk up the stairs, go into his
room and close the door behind him.  I sat down on the
steps and waited.  I could not believe we where going
to do it again.  I was so excited.  We were being so
bad, but it was going to feel so good.  How long
should I sit here?  I wanted to run right up the
stairs, I was so excited, but I had to wait.

While I was waiting, my father walked past me.
"What are you doing," he asked.

"Nothing, just sitting."

He didn't say anything more, just went into the
bathroom, did his business, and went back into the
other part of the house.

As I heard my father walk into the family room, I
got up and started up the stairs.  It was dark with
both my brother and sister's doors closed, not letting
any light into the hallway.  I know my heart was
beating a mile a minute as I reached the top of the
stairs.  I stood in front of his door for a few
seconds before my little hand grabbed for the
doorknob.  I turn it slowly; knowing, but not knowing,
what was about to happen.  I slowly opened the door
and started to walk into the room.

What I saw next, I will never forget.  There was
my brother, totally naked, lying on his bed.  Nothing
on at all; not a shirt, pants or underpants.  He
looked so good.

I couldn't do anything but stare at my beautiful
brother.  His soft brown hair, his caring eyes looking
at me, his strong hairless chest, that big dick
standing straight out from his body, his long legs,
right down to feet.  He was beautiful; I loved
everything about him.  But my eyes went right back to
that big beautiful dick.  I could not take my eyes of
it, I just stood there at the door, my eyes riveted to
his long smooth boy member.

"Close the door," my brother told me.

I closed the door, never taking my eyes off him.
My brother was so hot at that age.  Not a pubic hair
on his teenage body, skin as smooth as silk.  His
four-inch dick was always hard.  I never remember ever
seeing his dick soft, always rock hard and ready to be
played with.  His sac holding his balls held tied to
his body.  And there he was, lying there just for me
to look at.

He just let me stare at him for awhile, before he
said, "Take your clothes off."

So I unbutton my shirt and took it off, letting
it drop to the floor.  Then I undid my belt, popped
the top button on my pants, unzipped, and let my pants
drop to the floor.  And all that time I never took my
eyes off my brother's dick, I was hypnotized.  My
brother just continued to lie there, watching his
little brother strip in front of him.  Then I reach
for my underwear, and slid them down to my feet.
There I was, naked, standing in front of my brother.
I stood there and stared at him while he lied there
and stared at my little boy body. Just as my eyes were
locked on his dick, his eyes never moved from my
little member.

He turned on his side, leaned on one elbow, and
patted to bed beside him.  "Lay down."

I walked over to the side of the bed, never
taking my eyes off his dick.  I lay down on the bed
next to him.  He looked my body over, this time
getting a closer look.  I still just laid there.  He
slide down a little in the bed and touched my dick.

I can not describe the feeling that came over my
little body.  It is impossible to put in words.  For
only the second time someone else was touching my
dick.

My brother rubbed his big finger over my pink
head.  I didn't think my dick could get much harder
then it was a few days ago, but it did.  He ran his
finger up and down my shaft, sending waves of pleasure
through my body.  He ran his fingers over my tight
little ball sac, caressing them gently.

He ran his fingers up and down my shaft.  He ran
his fingers over and around my balls.  He took his
finger and slowly moved up the line of skin that led
to my dick head.  My brother took his finger and
played with my little pee slit.  Oh, the pleasure that
he was giving me.  But then it stopped.

"Now you do me," he said.

He laid his head on the pillow next to mine, and
waited for me to reciprocate.  So I moved my little
body and slide down toward his dick.

I never hesitated one second about touching my
brother's dick.  If I could give him half the pleasure
that he gave me, it would be worth it.  Not to
mention, I liked touching him, it was fun.

So once again I was playing with my brother.  Not
the normal everyday playing, this was a lot more fun.
In this game there where no losers, only winners.

I touched my brother's dick and it jumped a
little.  That's neat, I thought to myself.  I touched
it again, and it jumped again.  I ran my little finger
down his shaft to his balls.  The skin on his shaft
was tight but felt so soft.  My finger stroked his
ball sac, and I could feel his balls inside.

I looked up at my brother's face, so peaceful,
with just a little smile.  His eyes were closed tight,
he was concentrating on the feelings that I was giving
him.

I went back to look after the object at hand, his
dick.  Starting at the front side of his shaft, I
moved my finger up and down and around his dick.  When
I was around back, I slowly moved my finger up the
extra line of skin on his dick.  I knew that felt
good, because it felt good when he did it to me.

Then I ran my finger over and around his balls.
I pressed lightly and could gently move the two
objects inside.  I then noticed that the line of skin
on his dick also ran over his balls.  I started at the
base of his sac, and gently ran my finger over the
line of skin, up and over his sac.  I then continued
to move my finger up the line of skin to his dick
head.  Over his dick head I went, moving my finger
over his pee slit and back down to the base of his
dick.  I then repeated these movements back the other
direction, and repeated it again.

Just when I was about to finger his balls again,
my brother said, "OK, that's enough.  Let's get
dressed."

I really didn't want to stop, but he was the big
brother.  We got off the bed and dressed.

As we were leaving the room, he told me to go
first, he would follow in a few minutes.  As I walked
out of his room and down the stairs, my little dick
still hard from our game, I couldn't wait for the next
time.

And there were other times.


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