Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 18:42:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Jeremy Benner <jeremy0579@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Brother's Affiliation- Chapter 2

DISCLAIMER: Do not proceed to read this story if you are under the age of
18. Also, do not proceed to read this story if you find incest or
homosexuality offensive in anyway. Thank you

This part of the story includes: No actual sex. Descriptions of past sex only

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      When I reached Brian's door, I hesitated for at least a
      minute before I turned the knob and slowly walked through the
      entrance to his room. To my surprise, my brothers were still
      lying in bed together with just a thin sheet to cover their
      naked bodies. My eyes rested on them as they both looked up
      at me with timid eyes. I felt as thought the silence in the
      room was clutching me and making me feel like I couldn't
      breathe, so I quickly blurted out, "This is really awkward
      and uncomfortable, but I can't just leave without talking to
      you both." My eyes were darting all around the room and
      focusing on everything except my brothers.

      "How long were you standing there?" Brian asked with an
      almost argumentative tone which looking back now is almost
      funny to recall.

      I ignored the question and simply said, "Where are mom and
      dad?"

      "Sioux City at a conference. They'll be home Sunday," Ian
      replied

      "It would help me a lot if you guys got dressed and met me
      downstairs... please," I said and left the room.

      My brothers and I have never been close. When I lived at home
      with them, we would usually avoid each other or stay out of
      each others way. It's not that we had a problem with one
      another, we just didn't have a strong relationship. With
      that said, I wasn't just nervous about what my brothers and
      I had to talk about when they came down the stairs, I was
      also nervous because I had to talk with them at all. I really
      didn't know them even though I had lived with them for
      twelve years. Just because I was the oldest doesn't mean
      that they listened to me or respected me. I wasn't that
      older brother who always dished out advice to his siblings
      nor did I go out of my way to be a role model for them. As I
      sat in the living room and waited for my brothers to
      accompany me, I realized that I had never made an effort to
      get closer to my brothers.

      Thankfully it only took Brian and Ian a few minutes to get
      dressed and make their way down the stairs. They sat on the
      couch across from me, and I could feel their eyes on me as I
      looked down at my hands. The reality of the situation was
      beginning to hit me.

      "This probably is a dumb question but... do mom and dad know
      about this?" I asked, looking up at them.

      Ian laughed uncomfortably and said, "No. Not at all."

      "So they don't even suspect that this is going on?"

      Ian shook his head no and ran his fingers through the mop of
      thick, brown hair on his head. The strands moved through his
      fingers as his hand passed over his hair. I watched as his
      hair slipped through the gaps between his fingers and fell
      back onto his forehead and behind his ears. I have always
      been jealous of Ian's hair because I can't pull of having
      my hair much longer than an inch. It's too difficult to
      manage. Ian wears his hair like Hugh Grant in that chick
      flick with Julia Roberts. Knotting Hill something or other.
      But as for Brian and me, our hair looks best cut close to our
      scalp. We both have very curly, brown hair like our mom, so
      to keep it under control we never let it grow out too long.

      My brothers and I look very similar to one another. Same
      brown hair, same blue eyes, same uncontrollably huge smile
      that shows all of our teeth, same expressions. The only thing
      is, I'm 5'5" and both of my brothers are at least 5'8".
      Brian has very broad shoulders and an intimidating look to
      him, which mostly stems from the serious look he always has
      in his eyes and the stubble he keeps on his very well defined
      chin. Even though I'm 22 and he's just 18 everyone mistakes
      him for being the oldest. I'm short and very clean cut, so
      of course I look like I'm seventeen. Ian is clean cut also
      but he has that same rugged look to him that Brian does. He
      looks like he's older than just sixteen, but his innocence
      shown through his eyes gives him away when you question his
      age.

      "So... how does something like this happen? I mean, what...
      umm...God... I really don't know what to say, but I'm not
      upset! I'm not upset... I could be and maybe I should be, but
      I'm not. Somehow I'm hoping the two of you can make some
      sense out of what I saw you doing upstairs."

      Neither Brian nor Ian said anything, so I went on to say,
      "I'm trying to stay calm. I don't want to make this
      situation any worse than it already is. Please, just tell me
      what's going on. Tell me... I don't know... when did this
      start?"

      Brian hesitated before saying in a very uninterested tone,
      "It started when Ian began to confide in me about his
      sexuality."

      Ian looked at me closely as Brian spoke.

      This is where the story stops being from my P.O.V. I will
      tell their story from Brian's point-of-view since that was
      the way the story was told to me. Brian wasn't very specific
      when he told me what happened, but I will explain what I
      envisioned as Brian expressed the simple details that led up
      to his intimate relationship with our brother. The following
      is what Brian told me that night...



      Ian and I didn't just start having sex overnight. I didn't
      just go to his room one day, ask him to blow me, and he was
      like, "Ok, pull down your pants." We got closer and closer
      as we talked and opened up to one another. Before we were
      having sex or even jerking off together, we were talking and
      sharing our sexual secrets in total confidence.

      Before this Ian and I had not been close. We pretty much did
      our own thing and went our own ways. We were both busy with
      our own shit and our own lives, and we rarely made a point to
      communicate with each other. So when Ian came into my room
      one day saying he needed to talk to me, needless to say I was
      very surprised. We hadn't really talked or expressed
      anything of importance to one another since we were kids in
      elementary school.

      "What's the deal?" I asked. I turned my music down as Ian
      spoke.

      "I need your opinion on something. It's important," Ian
      said, walking over to my bed and sitting down.

      "Alright," I said slowly and turned around in my computer
      chair to look at him.

      "Uhh... what I'm about to say is going to sound pretty weird
      and I have no idea how you'll take it, but I'm telling you
      because I know you're not homophobic and you're pretty cool
      about gay people," Ian said, rushing the words out as if
      they were painful to keep in his mouth.

      "You're gay?" I asked simply

      "No. I don't think so. That's what I need your opinion
      on."

      "You want me to tell you if you're gay or not?"

      "Sort of. Just listen."

      I leaned back in my chair and waited for him to speak.

      "For about three months Jason and I have been fucking
      around. He jerks my dick and I jerk his. That's how it
      started. Then, he sucked my cock and I sucked his."

      Ian glanced up at me to see my reaction. I just looked back
      at him with a blank expression and waited for him to finish.

      "Then he asked me to put my cock in him, so I did... and for
      the past month we've been having sex."

      "You fuck him?"

      "Yeah... all the time now. Whenever we can be alone."

      I laughed uncomfortably and said, "Why are you telling me
      this?"

      "Do you think I'm gay just because I do that stuff?"

      "Well I sure as hell don't do anything like that."

      "So you think I'm gay?" Ian desperately questioned

      "Do you like girls?"

      "Of course. You know my girlfriend Jessie."

      "Maybe you're bi?" I shrugged

      "I guess."

      "So why are you even asking me? Of course I won't have the
      answer. It's none of my fucking business."

      "I wanted to tell you to see what you thought because I know
      you're not homophobic. Everyone I know around here makes fun
      of guys who do stuff like that. You won't tell anyone will
      you?"

      "No."

      "Ok. And just forget I said anything at all, alright?" Ian
      said and got up from my bed.

      "Why do you sound upset?"

      "You're not easy to talk to, man! I regret I even told you
      any of this!"

      "Well I don't know what the fuck to tell ya dude. If
      you're gay you're gay. I don't give a shit. Just make sure
      you don't go nuts with the idea and start parading down the
      street with Jason on your arm."

      "Thanks for the advice," Ian said sarcastically and left my
      room.



      The next few days Ian and I barely spoke. Not because we
      didn't want to, although we didn't, but because we never
      really saw each other. I had football practice and he was
      always out doing something. But when I walked through our
      front door one evening after practice, I saw Ian sitting in
      front of the TV with a pencil and notebook in his hands. He
      often does this. He finds something he wants to draw on TV
      and draws it in a matter of minutes. I didn't want to talk
      to him, but I knew I had to apologize. I shouldn't have been
      so abrasive the other day when he had shared something so
      intimate and personal with me.

      I went to the kitchen and grabbed a pop before I sat down
      beside him on the couch. He glanced over at me quickly then
      went back to his drawing.

      "Where are mom and dad?" I asked, before chugging my Pepsi
      down

      "Upstairs," He said without looking at me

      "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

      He said nothing

      "I was a dick the other day. I just wanted to apologize for
      the way I acted. I was in a bad mood before you came in to
      talk to me."

      "No problem," He said plainly

      "You made me feel uncomfortable. That's why I acted so
      weird. If you want to talk to me, I want you to know that you
      can."

      Ian still didn't look up from his drawing.

      "And to be honest... I've fooled around with some of my
      buddies too," I went on to say. The moment after those words
      escaped through my lips my face got hot and I moved
      uncomfortably on the couch.

      "Bullshit," he said, finally looking at me.

      I laughed a little and said, "I'm serious. A lot of guys
      mess around with each other. I don't think it makes you gay.
      Guys just like doing whatever feels good."

      Ian smiled like a little boy and said, "That's what I
      thought!"

      I smiled back and shrugged my shoulders

      "You're such a fucking basterd dude! You made me feel like
      shit after I told you what Jason and I did and come to find
      out you do the same thing!"

      "Well... I've never fucked a guy and a guy has never fucked
      me. I just jerk off with some of my buddies from time to
      time. Once and awhile we'll suck each other, but that's
      all."

      "Yeah that's what Jase and I started out doing... but
      then-" Ian began to whisper now "We started to play with
      each others asses. He fingered me and I fingered him. He'd
      lick my ass and I'd do the same. Then one time when I was
      fingering him, he asked me to put my cock up his ass, so I
      did."

      "Did he like it?"

      "Are you kidding? He was moaning so loud and his cock was
      really hard. He kept telling me how good my cock felt and to
      do it harder. It was insane!"

      "Has he fucked you?"

      "No, I won't let him. I'm afraid it'll hurt because I'm
      sore after he fingers me."

      "I finger myself when I masturbate. I know what you mean,"
      I said gently, clearing my throat while I spoke

      "Do you like it?" Ian asked. The excitement in his voice
      was a little unnerving, but I enjoyed the conversation we
      were having.

      "Yeah. It's a little weird sometimes, but overall I like
      it."

      "Oh man, I love it. It makes me cum harder when I finger my
      ass. I especially love when Jason fingers me because his
      finger goes so much deeper than mine."

      His description made my cock jump in my khaki shorts, and I
      could feel myself getting hard.

      He turned his body so he was facing me and looking directly
      at me. His big blue eyes were full of excitement and
      anticipation. He went on to say, "That's why I wonder if
      I'm gay because I often fantasize about getting fucked.
      Based on how Jason responds to my cock in him and how I
      respond to his fingers, I think I'll really like it."

      I opened my mouth to respond, but he kept on going

      "And I don't even think about Jessie when I masturbate! I
      think about fucking Jason. When I think of Jessie, I do get
      turned on but I cum so much harder when I think about Jason.
      That's a little weird huh?"

      "A little. That's why I think you might be bisexual."

      "So you never wonder about getting fucked?"

      "No," I lied. "My finger is as far as I've imagined."

      Ian nodded

      "I just can't believe you've sucked a guys dick," He
      laughed

      I shushed him and reminded him that mom and dad were
      upstairs.

      "It's all in good fun," I whispered in response

      "I actually fucked Jason just yesterday," He whispered
      really quietly

      I said nothing

      "Man, he really loves it. I mean he REALLY fucking loves it!
      I took my dick out to adjust the condom one time because it
      was slipping off and he moaned, `No! Put it back in me! I
      want to feel it again! Stick it in my asshole Ian, please!"

      "God," I said, swallowing the lump in my throat

      Ian laughed and said, "I know. Isn't that amazing? And when
      he cums... fuck Brian it's crazy. I'm fucking him and he's
      stroking himself all fast and then he shouts, `Shit! Shit!
      I'm cumming!' and he strokes his cock faster and cums so
      fuckin much! And he shakes and bucks around. I mean he's all
      over the place!!"

      I studied my brother as he said this. As he spoke, I slowly
      began to see him differently. I saw him not as my kid brother
      or as a kid at all, but as a guy. Just a guy. I tried to
      ignore how my cock was rapidly growing between my legs.

      "And after we fuck he's always so embarrassed because he
      knows I know how much he loves it and he knows how he acts
      when I'm fucking him. I tease him sometimes. I tell him if
      he doesn't do this or that I won't fuck him good like I
      know he wants me to."

      Ian glanced up at the stairs before leaning in and whispering
      that he and Jason had had sex here before.

      "I figured. Mom and dad are always working. I've fucked
      Megan here a couple time," I said

      "No, I mean... I've fucked him right here. On this couch."

      "What?!" I hissed

      Ian laughed and nodded his head

      "When?" I asked quickly

      "Last Tuesday. We both skipped school and had sex all day."

      "You're shitting me!"

      "Nope. I bent him over the couch and he spread his legs. I
      got between his legs and put my hard-on up his ass and fucked
      the hell out of him. He loved it of course. He always loves
      it. He's all about him ass, it's so hot."

      It shocked me how much my brother was telling me. I had no
      idea he was such a nymphomaniac let alone a nymphomaniac with
      another guy!

      "I'm sorry I'm telling you all this. It's just that I
      haven't told anyone about what Jason and I do, and I've
      been dying to get it out. I haven't had anyone to tell
      though. Since we're brothers, I thought maybe we could start
      to tell each other things. Personal things, you know? I need
      someone to talk to about this stuff," Ian said in a serious,
      almost sad tone.

      I just gave a half-ass smile and said, "I understand dude."

      A little bit later mom came downstairs and asked if pizza was
      ok for dinner since it was getting late and there wasn't
      enough time to cook. After that, my conversation with Ian
      ended and we both left the living room to go to our own
      rooms.

      I didn't know it at the time, but the next time my brother
      and I had a conversation like the one we had that day, the
      discussion would lead to physical activity between the both
      of us.