Date: Sun, 29 Feb 2004 21:35:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeremy Benner <jeremy0579@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Brother's Affiliation- Chapter 12

TEASER: "I was reluctant to stop jerking off, hesitant to halt my pleasure
even for a moment, but I eventually slowed my hand and pointed my cock at
him, allowing my brother to have his way with it."

The part of the story includes: kissing, anal sex, cock sucking

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I didn't want to get off of my brother; I felt content with my flaccid cock
nestled inside of his ass and his warm arms wrapped around my back, but he
started to shuffle around under me, so I reluctantly rolled off of
him. When my cock left his body, he winced and slowly lowered his spread
legs to the bed.

"Hurts?" I asked

"Yeah," He whispered then rolled onto his side so that he was facing me,
"But not too bad."

We were silent for a while, just looking at each other and enjoying the
afterglow of great sex, before Ian said, "You're not going to fall asleep?"

"Nah, I'm not that sleepy anymore."

"No?"

"No," I said, "You?"

He shook his head.

"So I wasn't hurting you was I?"

Ian smiled and said, "No. Not at all."

"You sure?"

"Are you wanting me to stroke your ego? You know you were making me feel
good."

"I can't be too sure... you could have been acting," I teased

"Acting," Ian smiled

"Yeah, of course. I wasn't feeling what you were feeling, so I can't be
positive you were really enjoying it."

"Hm... you know you're right," Ian said, playing into my game.

"I'm always right."

"I mean, that part where I sprayed cum out all over myself, I could have
just made myself do that on cue for effect."

I nodded, "You see. You can't be trusted."

Ian laughed, "Shut up."

I smiled, "And the part where you were like, 'Auughh Brian! Harder Harder
Harder! Auughh Brian!'"

Ian shoved me in the shoulder, which only made me laugh and continue to
mock him.

"Hauugh yeah! You feel so good! Auugh yeah!"

"You're such a jackass!" Ian shouted, shoving me as I teased him.

"Oh I'm cuming! Ohhh auuugh fuck!"

Ian pushed me onto my back and pressed his body on top of mine, trying to
shut me up.

"Auughh Hauugh, fuck fuck Ohhhh Ugh!"

My brother then grabbed my hair and pulled it in his fist, causing me to
give in.

I laughed, "Alright, alright!"

"Argh, you're so annoying!" he shouted, releasing my hair

I just continued to laugh.

"Everything's a joke to you."

"Not everything," I responded, wrapping my arms around his waist

"Don't touch me."

"Aww, you're not really mad at me."

"Yes I am."

"No you're not."

"YES, I am!"

"Then why are you smiling?" I asked wittily

"Because you're annoying!"

I just smiled up at him and rubbed his back.

Ian shook his head at me and started to get off of me.

"Where're you going?" I asked, tightening the grip I had around his waist

"Away from you. You're an ass," He laughed and forced himself from my arms

I sat up on the bed and watched Ian leave the room. He wasn't really
mad. If he was mad he'd be doing that annoying thing he does where he acts
overly happy and normal to hide how pissed he really is. I fucking hate
that.

Moments later, I heard the shower going from the bathroom in the hall, so I
slowly got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom where I found Ian
lathering up his chest and armpits while he dipped his head back into the
stream of water jetting out from the showerhead. I stepped into the bathtub
and pulled the shower curtain back before grabbing another bar soap from
the soap dish and lathering up my own body. Ian was still pretending to be
mad at me, and I couldn't help but smile. We cleaned ourselves in silence
and avoided eye contact; I decided I'd play his little game with him. But
when he turned his back to me to rinse away the soapy bubbles from his
body, I had had enough and immediately pressed my body against his and
kissed at his shoulder and the nape of neck while I ran my hands up and
down his torso. Ian dropped his bar of soap and placed his hands on top of
mine as I rubbed and caressed his stomach.

"I'm sorry, I was just messing around," I said gently, in an effort to
smooth over any true resentment he may have been feeling towards me.

Ian responded by turning around and planting his lips on mine. I closed my
eyes and held my brother close to me as we laid sweet, innocent kisses on
one another's lips. Ian stepped back into the stream of water, and my lips
followed his. We kissed delicately at first, nibbling and sucking at each
other's lips while the warm water washed away the smell of sex from our
bodies. Then Ian opened his hungry mouth and tilted his head to the side
and before I knew it our tongues were stroking and petting one another. I
held my brother close to me, kissing him intensely and moaning into his
mouth while I rubbed my hands up and down his back. He was moaning with me
and groping at my shoulders as we made out and rubbed our wet bodies
together. Suddenly, and much too quickly, Ian's lips were gone and I heaved
forward into him, a little shocked and taken aback by the absence of his
tongue.

"You love to do that," I whispered, looking into his eyes

"What?" he smiled

"Kiss me like that then just abruptly stop. You do that all the time."

Ian didn't respond. He just smiled at me while he ran his hands down from
my shoulders to my chest. I released the grip I had on him and moved my
hands to his sides as Ian moved his own hands even further down my body
until he found his prize.

"Mmm, you're hard?" he said this as if he were asking me as he fondled my
semi-hard cock in his hand

I studied his face as he slowly jerked my dick under the flow of water. I
really didn't want to get hard again, I was still drained and feeling a bit
lethargic from fucking him so hard earlier... but if he WANTED me
hard... if he, perhaps, wanted to deep throat me again... well, I supposed
that would be okay.

I was rapidly unfurling in Ian's hand and I expected him to drop to his
knees and devour me, but he didn't. He just continued to stroke my cock and
gaze at me, feeling me expand in his hand, as water trickled down his
face. Once I was fully erect, he released my dick and moved forward,
forcing me to move backward, until I was pressed up against the cool, wet
tiles in the shower. I was a little confused by how Ian was dominating me
but that is not to say that I wasn't enjoying it.

My brother leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine once again, and I
anxiously kissed and sucked at his full, soft lips as I scooped him up into
my arms. Despite my efforts to kiss him as hard and as deeply as I wanted
to, Ian refused to let me have my way with him, and I eventually gave in
and let him place delicate, light kisses over my hungry mouth. As he kissed
me, he began turning clockwise in the shower and I, of course, turned with
him, not wanting to break our embrace. Once my brother was against the
shower wall, he pulled me closer to him and finally gave me what I
wanted. I opened my mouth and accepted his tongue and began furiously
kissing him, assaulting his mouth with my smooth muscle and gripping his
body tight against my own. Ian moaned into my mouth and kissed me back just
as fervently as his hand pressed down on the back of my neck. My head
started spinning, and I could feel my body getting hotter and hornier with
every stroke of my brothers' tongue.

It seemed like we had been kissing for just a short while before Ian slowly
pulled his lips from mine and looked up into my eyes. As I held my brother
in my arms and gazed back at him, I started to open my mouth to say
something, I wasn't sure what, but Ian silenced me by moving his hand
between us and grasping my cock again. It suddenly occurred to me that he
had no intentions of sucking my dick and as he slowly turned around and
pressed his hands to the shower wall, I realized what he wanted. Ian didn't
speak as he lifted his left leg and placed his foot on the edge of the
bathtub, and I remained silent myself as I took my dick in my hand and
aimed it for his asshole.

Ian pushed his ass out to me when he felt my dickhead on his pucker, and I
slowly eased myself inside of him in response to his obvious yearning for
my cock.

"Auuoohh," Ian moaned as my meat glided smoothly up his tight hole and past
his prostate.

When all of my dick was buried deep inside of my brother, I placed my hands
on his waist and slowly began to fuck him. Ian instantly began cooing and
backing up into my cock, begging me to plunge into him harder and telling
me, without saying the words, that I didn't have to be gentle. I wanted to
ignore his request and thrust into him nice and slow, teasing his hungry
asshole for a bit, but I was just as horny and worked up as he was so I
gave him what he wanted. What we both wanted.

Ian stopped his movements and rested his head against the shower wall as I
gripped his waist in my hands and began thrusting into him with rapid, deep
strokes.

I was a little taken aback by how horny and anxious he was for my cock. We
had just had sex about fifteen minutes before and he was already whining
and practically begging me to fuck him. This did a lot for my ego, and it
fed to my belief that I do in fact know how to use my cock, but if it were
up to me... I would have been satisfied with just kissing Ian while the
warm water that jetted out from the showerhead above us ran over our naked
bodies. But you know, who can turn down sex in the shower? Sex in the
shower with someone you love on top of that.

"Auughh! Uhh Uhh Uhh!" Ian moaned against the shower tiles, his body
jerking forward every time I drove my cock into him.

Ahh, my cock felt so good inside of my brother! Every time I'd sink my
manhood into him, his asshole would squeeze me tight, causing my dick to
pulse and surge with sheer and utter pleasure. Ian I and weren't making
love this time. I was fucking him. And he was moaning and carrying on,
encouraging me to bang him harder, and I had no qualms with doing just
that. Having sex with Ian from behind wasn't as romantic and sentimental as
having sex with him while he laid on his back with his legs spread, staring
up at me with his gorgeous, blue eyes, but it was more erotic and sexy
and... sensual. Dirty, naughty, and exhilarating.

I put my left leg up on the edge of the bathtub just as Ian had, and I
leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his stomach, pressing my chest
against his back, then resumed fucking into him. Ian tilted his head back
against my shoulder and cried out to no one in particular while I bucked
into him and squeezed him in my arms, yanking him back against my body.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ohhh Haugh! Haugh! Ugnn!"

Ian's cries of ecstasy boomed over the relentless sound of water shooting
out onto our aroused bodies. I closed my eyes and sunk my head into the
nape of my brothers neck and let my sensitive ears soak in the sexy hum of
his delirious wails of bliss while I rocked my hips hard and fast against
his ass, feeding him the meat he was crying out for.

The water blasting out over Ian and I gradually began to turn cold, but I
didn't care and Ian didn't even seem to notice. He was completely wrapped
up in the pleasure my dick was bringing him, and I'm not even sure that he
cared much that I was the one attached to the damn thing. He was completely
gone. Gripped and mesmerized by how I was fucking him.

I slowly ran my hand down my brothers' stomach to his crotch where I
grasped his already hard cock and began to flawlessly stroke it in my tight
fist as I continued to caress his anal walls with my own organ. Ian's head
fell forward against the shower wall, and he whimpered and clawed at the
tiles, besieged by my actions.

"Feel good?" I whispered against his skin as I gracefully kissed at his
neck

Ian panted and whimpered helplessly in response, gyrating his hips against
me and quivering in my arms as I took control of his body.

While I swiftly stroked my brothers' meat between his spread legs, it
struck me that Ian and I were both two guys having sex in the shower of our
parents' house. And instead of getting freaked out as I had the first night
Ian and I fooled around and I realized afterwards what had happened and
what it meant, I closed my eyes and allowed the authenticity of our actions
to sink into me. I was not leaning over some chicks' back and fingering her
pussy, I was holding my brothers dick in my hand and stroking it while I
ALSO glided my own dick in and out of his ass. I smiled against Ian's skin
and my cock trembled with pleasure as I accepted right then and there that
I didn't want to be having sex with anyone other than my brother and it was
quite possible that women just didn't do it for me anymore.

I stopped fucking Ian for a moment, lifting off of his back and dropping
his dick from my hand. His moaning ceased to just gentle murmurs of delight
as he waited for me to pound him again.

"Put your leg down and bend over for me, E," I said gently

Ian did as I asked and dropped his leg from the side of the bathtub then
spread his legs and bent over, placing his left hand on the ledge of the
bathtub to steady himself. Mmm, he looked so sexy in this position. Bent
over and horny, impatiently waiting for me to fuck the shit out of
him. Which is, of course, what I did.

"Ohhh," my sexy brother cooed and backed his ass up against my cock when I
resumed fucking him

I looked down between my legs and watched in fascination as my thick pole
slid effortlessly in and out of him. In and out. In and out. So smoothly
and perfectly. God it looked so hot! I wanted to stay fixated on the lewd
image, but my eyes slowly rolled closed and I tilted my head back as the
intense pleasure swelling in my cock and balls grew stronger and stronger
with every stroke I gave. I wasn't too close to cuming; I think my balls
were a little confused by all the excitement and sluggish to do their job
and release my sperm since I had just shot about a gallon not too long
ago. You'd think that'd be enough, they were probably thinking.

"Huuhohhh God! Fuck me, Brian! Dick my ass!"

Hearing this made me smile through my pleasure, and my body trembled while
the vulgar words penetrated me and drove me to fuck Ian harder and
faster. As I drilled my lovers' ass, jerking his body forward and erupting
a, "Ugnn" noise from deep within his throat, my head rolled around on my
neck and I rubbed my hands up and down his smooth back. The water raining
down onto on me was now ice cold and the steam that once clouded the
bathroom was gone. The only thing causing sweat to roll down my body was
the rough, animal-like sex my brother and I were engaging in.

"Oh God, I need to cum," Ian whispered

He shakily stood up and rested his head against the shower wall again
before he began to briskly flog his dick. I wrapped my right arm around his
chest and continued to relentlessly slide my manhood in and out of his
asshole, moaning my own gratification against my brothers' ear.

"Oh God!" Ian whispered again, his tone more urgent and demanding than
before, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd feel him quivering and
shaking against me.

I held my brother tighter and used the last bit of energy left in me to
fuck him as vigorously as I could. My hips began quickly swaying back and
forth, and my rigid, throbbing cock surged with pleasure as I swiftly
pumped it deep within Ian's bowels. This was the last and final push he
needed, and Ian threw his head back against my shoulder and shuddered as
his second orgasm is less than an hour shot through his body. His loud
cries of ecstasy rang in my ears and I continued to pound into him, milking
his prostate, until he fell forward against the wall, panting and moaning
under his breath.

When it was clear that Ian could take no more of my abuse, I pulled out of
him and began to stroke my aching cock. Ian stayed with his body against
the wall for a long while before turning around and pressing his lips to
mine. I closed my eyes and enjoyed my brothers' mouth, sucking and nibbling
at my lips while I furiously tugged at my meat. I began to feel weak and
lightheaded as my balls drew up close to my body and the spasms of pleasure
in my dick increased.

"Huuh... Ughh," I whimpered against Ian's lips and swayed into him when I
felt my orgasm building inside of me.

My brother put his hands on my shoulders to steady me while he continued to
kiss and lick at my lips. I couldn't kiss him back; I was too enveloped in
what was happening to my body as I crept closed and closed to my peak.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," Ian murmured as he kissed me then slowly
sank down to his knees in front of me.

I was reluctant to stop jerking off, hesitant to halt my pleasure even for
a moment, but I eventually slowed my hand and pointed my cock at him,
allowing my brother to have his way with it. He instantly covered his warm
mouth over my sensitive dick and began bobbing his head up and down the
length. I groaned a deep guttural groan and rested my hand against the
shower wall to keep myself from falling forward as my body shook and
wavered with rapture. Ian put his hands on my ass and squeezed my cheeks as
he pleasured my burning tool.

"Uggh! Uhhh... Hunngg," I moaned as I watched my brother blow me between my
legs and I felt that prickly good feeling sweeping through me.

Ian could sense I was close and began sucking me harder and rushing up and
down my dick faster, doing a damn good job of milking my cock.

"Auughh shit... I'm cuming," I grunt and my eyes reflexively clamped shut
as I climaxed and shot my load into my brother's mouth. Ian moaned and
gripped my ass tight in his fists as he swallowed my thick cum.

My body trembled uncontrollably as electric shocks of pleasure soared
through me and caused the last drops of my sperm to eject from my dick and
into the pit of Ian's stomach. When the tremors of pleasure began to
dwindle down and permit me to take back control of my body, I put my hand
on Ian's shoulder, indicating that I wanted him to stop sucking me. My
brother slipped my cock from his lips and kissed at my thighs for a long
while before standing up and scooping me up into his arms. I couldn't bring
myself to move or do anything but rest my body against his and wait for
some little bit of energy to come along and bring me back to life.

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After I came down from my sexual high, Ian and I left the shower and went
to my room. I didn't feel like getting dressed, but it was seven thirty and
I couldn't very well be naked in bed with my brother when our dad came home
(he usually strolls in around eight or eight fifteen.) Although... the
thought did cross my mind. When our dad opened the door and saw Ian and I
curled up together, I imagined that I would lift my head and say, "Oh, hey
dad." and he would say, "What the fuck are you two doing?" and I'd look at
him puzzled and ask, "What do you mean, dad?" and he'd respond, "Why are
you in bed NAKED with your brother for fuck sake?!" and I would calmly ask
him, "Why are you fucking your receptionist behind moms back, dad?" and
he'd either run to me and strangle me to death or just stand in my doorway,
stunned by my accusation. I can't decide which he would do.

After I had gotten dressed, I laid back on my bed and watched my brother
slip on a pair or my khaki shorts and simple red shirt of mine. My clothes
were a little too big for him and I told him they would be when he started
to fumble through my dresser drawers, but he said that didn't want to leave
me to go "all the way" to his room and put his own clothes on. I was too
exhausted to tease him and point out that his room was right next door to
mine, and it wouldn't be that long of a trek.

My eyes followed my brother as he walked to my bed and laid down on his
side beside me, propping his head up with his hand and gazing back at me. I
think we both shared the same thoughts as we looked at each other, but we
didn't really feel like talking and making it clear that our feelings were
mutual. We had talked about what we were doing enough and now that it was
perfectly clear to both of us that we were getting more and more serious
every day and our relationship wasn't simple and nonchalant anymore, there
really wasn't much to more to say about it. Yes, we are brothers. Yes, we
are having sex. No, we don't regret it. No, we don't want to stop. Yes, we
are freaked out by all of this. And yes... we do love one another.

As I looked into my brothers' eyes and felt an unfathomable amount of love
for him, I thought back to the day when we had decided we were just going
to enjoy each other's bodies and not take what we were doing too
seriously. The idea now seemed absurd and childish. It was just days ago
when we had made the pact, but it seemed like so much longer than that.

"How's your ass?" I asked, finally deciding to break the silence

"It's a little sore, but I'm ok."

I made a face to express my skepticism and replied, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it doesn't really hurt."

"Well, you've always been some what of a connoisseur when it came to pain,"
I said

He smiled.

"Remember when we were playing in the backyard at Aunt Macy's when we were
like... seven or something?"

Ian chuckled, communicating his knowledge of what happened that day.

"And you fell from the tree house on to your arm and just stared up at the
sky not crying or saying a damn thing."

"It didn't really hurt. I don't think I felt anything!" he said, laughing a
little

"Oh please, you broke your collarbone for Christ sakes AND you fractured
like four bones in your leg! You didn't even cry in the ambulance!"

Ian smiled and he was quiet for a little while before he said, "I remember
you were standing over me crying and blubbering and freaking out, asking me
if I was hurt."

"Well, if you died everyone would have blamed me," I joked, "I was merely
putting on a show."

"Right."

I smiled

"You loved me back then. We were always a team."

"Back then," I said, stressing the words, "You never stole my girlfriends."

Ian made a face, "What?"

"Tiffany Blanca. The girl who used to live in that light blue house with
yellow shutters."

"She wasn't even your girlfriend."

"Like hell! I bought her a ring and everything. I remember I brought her
over once and you showed her your drawings or whatever and she just started
drooling all over you. And she'd come over here to hang out with you and
the two of you would go to your room and do God knows what in there!"

"Oh my God! She just liked my drawings! She was into art, so I showed her
my techniques, that's all."

"Right."

"I didn't even know you liked her. In fact, I remember you telling me that
she was an annoying, bitch once."

"Yeah she was. I'm just messing around. I never liked Tiffany," I said
simply and rolled onto my back, putting my hands behind my head

"No, you liked her, but only because she was obsessed with you."

I smiled. This was true.

"You like any girl that's obsessed with you."

"No no no, I sure as hell don't. Remember Julie Moth!"

"Julie Moth?"

"Oh my God, you couldn't have forgotten this girl. The one who used to suck
her fingers so she smelled like spit all the time."

Ian laughed

"No way, I am dead serious. You don't remember her?"

"No I do."

"Ugh! Her breath always smelt of sardines and she ALWAYS without fail had
crust in the corner of her eyes," I said frowning as I recalled her

"Yeah, that was insane. I don't think she ever realized that it was there,"
Ian said, turning over onto his stomach and folding his arms on my pillow
then resting his head against them

"Whatever. She had to have known. That was repulsive!"

Ian didn't respond.

"And she loved to get in my face! Like right in my face. And she'd be like,
'Hey Brian! Wasn't gym hard today?' or something so lame. Ugh, that girl
was insane."

When Ian still didn't speak, I looked over at him and saw that his eyes
were closed.

"Tired?"

"Mmm."

"You should be you slut."

Ian opened his eyes and smiled knowingly at me, as if I had complimented
him, and then allowed them to slowly flutter closed again.

"How am I supposed to explain you sleeping on my bed to mom and dad?"

"I'm not sleeping," he grabbled

"They think we still hate each other."

Ian grinned

"Mom told me the other day that I should try to start bonding with you," I
said, laughing a little.

"So tell her we're bonding," my brother said and moments later he was fast
asleep.

I stared over at him for a long while before I rolled over onto my side and
closed my own eyes. Well, at least we were both clothed. Our parents would
think nothing of this scene. And if they did wonder about it... well, who
gives a shit.


To be continued...


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