Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2010 20:35:02 -0500
From: Andrew Holmberg <viriss@gmail.com>
Subject: My Brother's Arms-5 gay/incest,gay/sf-fantasy

Special thanks to: Mr. Gray
____________________________________________________________________________


My Brother's Arms - 5


I woke up the next morning in bed, my own, finally.  The room was still
very dark and I could only make out the shapes of things.  The next thing I
noticed was Kyle spooning me; then I felt it, his morning wood pressed into
my ass crack.  I just laid there listening to him breathing softly.  He
woke up when I started rubbing my ass against him.

"Hey, morning," Kyle said, his voice still groggy.  He started to grind his
dick against me but then rolled away onto his back, "Sorry."

"No... wait." I'd hoped to keep him spooning against me but I wasn't quick
enough to keep him there.  I rolled over to face him, "Can I ask you
something?  Can we..." I was afraid he'd say no.

He turned to face me, "...what?" he asked softly.

"Can we... um... have... sex?"

"Mikey," he put his hand behind my neck, "I'm not sure you're really ready
for that.  Besides... we're bros.  Are you sure?"

"Yes," I nodded, "I've been..."

"Good," he interrupted, "because I really want you."

"You do?"

He rolled over on top of me.  "Hell yeah.  I want to fuck you so bad."  I
blushed., "Say it."

"What?" I asked.

I could make out a smile on his face, "Say what you want."

"I want you to fuck me."

His voice deepened and he pressed his groin down onto mine.  "Oh, I am
going to fuck you."  He deftly pulled his knees up near my armpits.

"Take out my dick." he ordered.

My hands felt around his thighs until I found the front of his underwear.
I fished my hands over the waist band and grabbed onto his warm member.
His dick got harder in my hand as I jacked him.  I couldn't bend it through
the hole so I pulled the waistband under his balls, and he lowered his hips
until the moist head was against my lips.

"Suck." he ordered.

I opened my mouth and took him in.  He let me suck and lick on the head for
a while before pushing further.  I was able to take about four inches into
my mouth.  I moved one hand to play with his balls; with the other I
squeezed his ass.  I wasn't sure if he'd be okay with my hand on his ass.
Then I remembered that he had liked it before when I was bathing him.

My jaw was starting to get sore by the time I'd taken in another two
inches, but I didn't care.  I just let him fuck my face, filling my
nostrils with his musky scent.

I was about to ask him to stop when he pulled out and slid down the bed to
my waist.  He grabbed my underwear and yanked them down to my knees, then
helped me pull my feet free, one at a time.

He flipped me over onto my stomach, and lowered himself until his dick
slipped between my cheeks.  It felt incredible when he started dry humping
me.  I could feel precum dripping onto me; our body heat was making my ass
sweaty which helped him slide against me.

He pulled away from me and started rubbing just the head deeper into my
crack.  I gasped every time he passed over my hole.  When he pushed forward
he was little off the mark so I tried to shift my ass into alignment.
Finally he locked on target and I felt my ass stretch around his fat
mushroom head, wet and sticky.

"Oww!" I gasped, as the first inch popped inside.

"I'm not going to back off," Kyle warned me, breathing heavily, but he did
give me a minute to get use to the invasion.  After I settled down, he
continued his assault, pushing another inch deeper.

I pressed my chest back against his and felt his warm hairy chest was damp
with sweat.  I built up some saliva in my mouth, wet my hand as best I
could, and grabbed his meaty shaft, trying to lubricate it as best I could.
My whole hand fit around the top of his dick without touching his hand
which was around the base.  We both push him in another inch.

His breath tickled my ear as his face brushed against the back of my head.
I wondered if he had his eyes open.

"Ohh," he groaned as he thrust another inch of flesh into my chute.

My ass sweat and spit were working.  I stroked my hand down his cock until
it found his metal fingers wrapped around the base of his dick, cupping his
balls.  I wove my fingers between his and pushed my ass down.

"Fuck," I sighed as I took another inch.  Five inches of hard cock were up
my ass, four more to go.  I didn't think it was going to fit.

"Yeah," he whispered into my ear, "you like my hard dick?"

"Yes."  I turned my head toward his and felt his lips on my cheek.

He took his hand off of his dick and grabbed onto my thigh.  His wet tongue
licked my cheek as we both pushed in another inch. He continued pulling me
down onto his shaft.  The pain began fading and I was starting to bone up.
I wanted to stay locked with him forever.

I whimpered, my mouth was against his, as I tried to kiss him.  He turned
his head away and shoved another inch deeper.  I shivered when the mushroom
head pressed into some magic places in my ass.  I became desperate to have
him completely in me.  I wanted him to penetrate more and more.

Nibbling on my earlobe, he tried to fuck another inch deeper, but we were
stuck and he started to growl.

"It's too big," I pleaded, "I can't."

He ignored me and pushed harder.  "Take it," he growled, "you've already
had my dildo in you twice."

"This is different."

"Get up," he ordered, "I want you doggie style.  Move slow, I want to stay
inside you."

His whole weight was on top of me, crushing me into the mattress.  This
rubbed his dick a little deeper.  I slowly sat up with him until I was in a
full doggie position, with my brother's dick up my ass.  He wrapped his
arms around my chest and kissed the back of my neck.

Then I felt it, moving deeper; his whole cock was rock hard and forcing its
way in.  I felt his thighs pressure into mine and I knew I was getting
close to taking him all the way.  When the last inch worked its way through
my stretched hole, I arched my back and gasped.  His hairy balls nestled up
against mine.  Now that he was completely inside of me he stopped and
waited.

I buried my face in the pillows as he grabbed onto my shoulders and started
a slow fuck.  He took his time, slowly pulling out an inch, then two.  He
slammed back in until his balls slapped against mine.  Then he pulled back
a little further, three inches, then four.  Building up his thrusts until
my head was banging on the headboard.

"Owww!" I protested.

He slammed all the way in, lifted me by my waist, and pulled us away from
the headboard.  That seemed to light a fire in him and he really started to
work me over.  I remembered Rusty saying that Kyle fucked hard, and he was
right.  Kyle was grunting and slamming into me like a jackhammer.  He was
sliding in and out with ease now.  I didn't think I could take much more.

His breathing started picking up.  He was gasping for air, and I knew he
was getting close to shooting a load up my ass.  I squeezed my ass muscles
down onto his dick when he was in the deepest he could reach.

I felt his whole cock swell as he plunged all the way in one more time.  He
held still for a second, then I felt it pulsing, his hot jizz was spraying
deep inside my ass.  He stayed locked there just thrusting his hips in and
out as he continued to cum.  His deep grunts vibrated throughout my chest,
like a desperate animal trying to breed me.  He'd gone two days without
cumming, so now he was shooting a heavy load.

"I want you to cum also," he said to me as he lifted off my back.

"Stay inside me," I pleaded.

"On your back," he instructed, "turn over slowly."

We spent the next minute carefully turning me over while I was still
impaled on him.  He stayed hard the whole time.  When I was finally on my
back, he lifted my calves onto his shoulders.  I pressed my thighs against
his ribcage.  In this position he was able to go even deeper than
before. His drenched cock head was rubbing me into new heights of pleasure.

It shocked me when he started kissing me right on the lips.  We locked our
lips together, our tongues wrestled, as he started fucking me again.  I
could feel him regaining a full erection while his previous load was
dripping out of my happy hole.

I wrapped my hands around his head and we continued to kiss, while he
fucked me for several more minutes.  There was something about this
position that was causing his dick to rub a magic button that was,
seriously, driving me wild.  My erection was painfully hard as it was
massaged in between our sweaty stomachs.

"Can I cum inside you again?" he asked.

I just pulled him back into a kiss and let him go at it again.  He was
gentler this time; stopping to grind his hips in circles each time he
bottomed out.

"Cum with me," he lifted me up so I could look into his eyes, and he could
look into mine.  I wrapped my hand around me leaking dick and started
jacking off while we stared into each other's souls.  Each of us were
trying to match pace with the other.

He could tell by my breathing I was close.  His huge shaft had stretched my
hole wide open.  All my senses, overly stimulated as they were, forced out
of me gasps and whimpers of pure bliss.

"I'm cumming," I cried.  He started bucking even harder. I was grunting and
swearing as I started shooting cum. The first three blasts shot up between
us and splashed on my face.  He was fucking the cum right out of me.  I
felt a warm spray in my ass and knew he was cumming inside me for the
second time this morning.  Our dicks both shot together forming one united
orgasm.

He licked the cum off of my cheek and kissed me, I could taste my own
saltiness in his mouth.  We stayed there for a while. He was lying on top
of me, his cock still inside my hole.

I was warm and happy. I think I must have drifted back to sleep, because,
the next thing I knew, the sunrise starting to paint a line across the
wall..

"I need to get cleaned up," Kyle declared as he lifted up, pulling slowly
out of me ass.  I groaned when the head popped out, like a cork. Cum flowed
freely onto the sheets after it.  Kyle leaned down and kissed me again on
the lips.  "Thanks buddy."

I just lay there watching him walk around and dig through his bags for
something.  It felt good to stretch my legs out, they felt shaky and I
wasn't sure I could stand up yet anyway.

He pulled out the urn and gently placed it on the night stand.  The sun's
rays lit up the top of the urn making it glow, as if it had an inner light.

"Do you need help," I asked, seeing him grab a towel.

"Nope, just relax.  I'll have RM help me."

Kyle walked out, called for RM, and they closed the bathroom door behind
them.

I just lay there for a while in a state of bliss.  When I rolled over to
look for something to use as a rag, I saw that the sun had risen further
and was illuminating the top half of the urn.  Through its semi-translucent
material I could make out a strange pattern lighting it up from the inside.

I sat up, picked up the urn, pulled off the lid and looked inside.  It was
completely empty, nothing but a smooth interior surface.  I held it in the
light again, on the inside wall I could see writing.  I realized the
writing must be in between the actual layers of the urn.  It read:

	'I will never hold you in my arms again.  You both are gone.
	 So I shall keep you in my heart, until I see you again.'

"What is this," I wondered.  "A funeral urn?  Were those Kyle's words, who
had he lost?"

"Hey," said Kyle, standing in the doorway.  His hair was wet, droplets
trickled down his chest.  He looked suprised that I`d had find his poem.

"His name was Raffi," Kyle stated.  He came over, I passed him the urn.
"We meet on patrol and hit it off right away.  We both loved the same
stuff: music, movies, actors, comedians etc.  We spent the whole night
talking.  I thought he was so adorable he couldn't possibly be single.  He
was the first person I felt nervous around.  I got butterflies in my
stomach and finally understood what people meant when they described that
feeling.
	From there we started hanging out during our off time.  We worked
out together nearly every day.  That's when I started to change.  I'd been
messing around with Rusty before this, but after spending so much time with
Raffi, I fell, head over heels, in love with him.
	That scared the shit out of me.  I'm not gay.  At least I didn't
think I was, but I knew I wanted more from him.  I started touching him
more.  I can still remember how his shoulders felt in my hands.  He'd
gotten a sunburn on his back, so I offered to put some lotion on him.  His
skin was hot to the touch.  That actually led to our first kiss.  It all
happened in slow motion; he turned to thank me, his smile was too much for
me, so I kissed him.  I knew I was taking a big risk; that could've ruined
everything for me.  Not just with him, but I could also get kicked out of
the army.
	Even so, he kissed me back.  I was never one for kissing before
that, but I wanted him with my whole body.  The kissing turned into
grabbing and rubbing; our hands found our hard cocks at the same time. We
both moaned into each other's mouths.
	Since I'd been messing around with Rusty, I was ready to get naked
and go at it, but he didn't want to.  He wasn't ready for that yet, he just
wanted to keep doing the kissing and stuff.  So that's what we did instead.
	And that worked for me for a while, but soon I wanted more.  So I
kept pressuring him and he finally let me blow him.  I'd never done that
before but I did it, the whole thing, swallowing and all.  That made me
happy, he was opening up and we were making progress.  For him, it was
still too much.  By that time I'd stopped masturbating and I was feeling
really horny.  I kept pushing to go further but he wouldn't go past
kissing.
	That's when I caught Rusty the second time.  Man, I was so pent up,
I fucked him hard.  That actually made things even worse, because, I wanted
to share that primal sensation with Raffi, now, more than ever.
	We started fighting privately, he didn't want to 'do things' with
me anymore.  I was trying, too hard, to make him someone he wasn't.  He
said he 'loved me, but wasn't in love with me anymore,' but I didn't want
to hear that."

After putting the urn back on the night stand, Kyle came and sat down next
to me.  His metal fingers gleamed in the sunlight as he inspected them.

He continued, "I lost my arms the same day I met RM.  I was part of a
transport that was sent to pick RM up.  Rusty, Raffi, and Bradley were with
me.  We'd driven to some lab, out in a territory that was getting more
dangerous every day, to pick up several android units.
	Rusty and Bradley were up front driving and I was trying to talk to
Raffi in the back.  He wouldn't even look at me.  He just kept saying, 'Not
now!'  I could see he was holding back tears.
	When we got to the lab I let it go so that we could just get our
assignment over and done with, however, as we were finishing loading the
droids, I tried, one last time to just get him to look at me.
	'I'm leaving the army, I can't be around you,' he said. 'Besides,
I'm getting married when I get back home.'
	My heart broke when he said that, I became so angry I didn't know
what to do.  I pushed him as hard as I could and he fell onto the side of
the road.
	'I love you,' he said looking up at me, he was crying, 'but I'm
scared.  I don't know how to make this work.'
	That was my opening.  I knew at that moment I could still reach
him.  I knew I should back off and be unselfish for him.  I should stop
trying to wrench him out of his shell.
	That's when the bullets started pinging the van.  I ducked
instinctively and ran over to him.  Rusty was shouting, 'Get in!'.
	I went to pull Raffi up off the ground but he must have landed on a
mine or something, because the last thing I remember was an explosion.
	When I woke up in the hospital they told me he was dead and my arms
were gone."

"Kyle, I'm sorry," I reached out to comfort him, as he collapsed into
tears.

"I... I had him... in... my... arms," he continued through the sobbing.
"I'm... so... sorry."

I held him close and rocked him gently.  It was the only thing I could
think to do.  I wondered if this was the first time he'd told anyone the
whole story.

He eventually fell back to sleep in my arms.  I laid down with him because,
even though he wasn't awake, I didn't think he should be alone.  I nodded
off while listening to his breathing, and woke up when he shook my toes.
He was all dressed up to go somewhere.

"What time is it?" I asked, looking for the clock.

"It's only like ten.  I'm going to go bury this," said Kyle as he picked up
the urn.

"Do you want me to come with you?" I asked.  He shook his head.  "Are you
going to bring RM along?"

He pondered this for a while.  "Do you think I should?  I guess, he was
there and he is part of this."

I watched my big strong cyborg brother steel his emotions and head out the
door.  RM followed after him.

After a much needed shower, I got dressed, and waited for them to return.
I felt like I should be doing something to occupy myself, like finish
cleaning the house, but I was too worried about him.  Eventually I just
spent an hour seated at the kitchen table pushing bread crumbs around with
my finger.  Waiting.

When they got back, his mood was lighter, but I could tell he'd been
crying.  We cooked lunch together while RM and Taro sat at the table and
watched.  I enjoyed standing close to him while we cooked and I wanted the
feeling to last as long as possible.

"Mike," he said to me from across the table, "When I leave today, we're
going to just be brothers.  Okay?  Not boyfriends.  Not even brothers who
fool around."

"Okay.  But why?" I asked.

"I don't want you waiting for me, or anything.  I don't want you hoping
that I'll come home and that we can go back to fucking around.  You
shouldn't do that.  I want you to be free and open to meeting people."

"I promise.  But if I haven't found anyone... will you stay open to
doing... stuff?"

"When I get back... we'll see what happens.  Okay?"

"Kyle, are you gay?" I asked.  I felt I needed to know.

"Yeah... yes.  I think I am." Kyle smirked.  "Are you?  Or are you just gay
for me?"

"Shut up," I shook my head in mock disgust, "you're not that hot.  Yeah, I
am too."

Later that afternoon he prepared to leave.  I walked him and RM out to the
car, and even kissed Kyle goodbye on the lips.

"Mike," he looked around worried.

"You haven't left yet, so it's okay still," I smiled.

He tussled my hair and smiled, "Damn, I should've asked for a going away
hummer."

"Come home soon," I called.

"I will," he promised.

I waved them off until they were out of sight.

Once I got back, inside the house, I felt alone but excited.  I was alone
for the first time that I could ever remember.  But this time I wasn't
lonely, I was free.  Free to make my own decisions from this point forward,
no one would be watching over me.  My choices were my own. I would need to
watch out for myself.  I was ready, to be me, myself.

The end