Date: Thu, 29 Oct 2009 16:40:44 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "My Brother's Coma"  by Jay Roberts  Gay Incest

+++That word is coma, not comma.  This is not an English lesson, in fact if
you are under 18, school is out and you are in recess.  If you are over 18,
please stay.


Jeff is my brother.  He's eighteen, I, Bobby, am 16.  Our parents are both
dead.  Jeff has been raising me the last two years after the accident.
When people ask, "Where are your folks?" we tell 'em that they are on a
trip.  This arrangement worked great.  I'd rather have my hunky brother as
a dad than any one in the world.  We love each other (in a manly way) and
it makes each day just great.

Jeff is much more built than me.  That's not only because of our age
difference, but also he works out like a fiend every day except Sundays
when he sleeps in until twelve noon. He set up a chinning bar across the
wide opening door between the living room and the dining room.  He performs
all kinds of stunts and strength moves, pretty much like they do on gym
rings.

This idyllic life ended abruptly when Jeff had a bike accident.  His cycle
wheel hit a rock and he tumbled over a cliff and hit his head.  He lay
there for hours before a motorist found him.

At the hospital he just lay there unconscious.  He remained that way for
several days until the doc said that there was nothing more they could do
for him.  He asked if I'd be willing to take care of my brother.  He told
me to talk to him and eventually, maybe, he'd wake up.  Meanwhile he wasn't
in any danger and all his vitals were okay.

So he was moved home.  I did everything for him to make him comfortable.
He was able to take soft food fed to him but that was the only sign of
being alive.  Otherwise he just lay there looking gorgeous and like
sleeping beauty.  I did kiss him a few times but that didn't work like the
fairy tale.  It sure felt good.  He kinda kissed me back too.  His lips
were warm and once I slipped my tongue inside and played around his tongue.
I noticed that Jeff got an erection, but that was just unconscious.

I stroked his cock, he seemed to like it, in his sleep.  He became my doll
to play with.  I mean, I got pretty raunchy with him.  I played with those
pink nipples and got them hard.  I even turned him over and stroked his
slightly hairy ass hole.  Then a few days later I licked it.

My daily routine was to kiss him each morning and then take that long hot
prick in my mouth and gently suckle him.  He moaned in his coma, especially
when he delivered a big load of brotherly cum.

Now all this may seem that Jeff and I were gay boys.  Although we were
always affectionate, there was never any sexual side to it.  Of course I
did get a little hot when I saw his naked body on the way to the shower,
and I think he watched me developing from a skinny kid to a hot boi, slim,
blond and big dicked.

I continued to go to high school.  It was safe to leave him alone, he just
slept.  I fed him a big oat meal breakfast, washed him all over with a wash
cloth (I enjoyed that.), changed his sheets, kissed him and went off.  He's
be in the same position I left him and I'd fix dinner and read to him...and
I'd do my little dirty things to amuse myself.

I knew that eventually he's wake up.  There were little signs.  Once when
we were watching TV there was a comedian that Jeff always liked.  I noticed
that Jeff was smiling during the show, but when he saw me looking closely
at him, the smile seemed to fade into that blank look he had, a coma look.

I also noticed that he had begun to kiss me back each morning and night.  I
once felt his big tongue slipping into my mouth.  That was a real thrill.

There was one more puzzling thing.  Now my handsome brother had a dynamite
physique.  His chest was perfect, with big pecs.  And down further he had a
tight eight pack.  I heard that during a coma that the muscles get soft.  I
tried each day to give him exercise.  I lifted his strong legs decorated
with soft hair and give a workout like you'd get on a bicycle.  I held his
hands and pushed his arms back and forth.  I tell you, he still had his
muscles.  Those big canons on each arm were just as impressive as they were
before the accident.

It puzzled me that he was in such good shape.  Even his great coloring was
just as good as before.  You know, smooth with a slight blush across his
cheeks.  His ass was tight and made two perfect peaches.  His dimples on
the side were the same.

I got the answer.  And it was a shock.

School let out early this Friday.  I hurried home and walked up the path to
our house.  I felt myself getting more sexed up with each step.  My dick
was pushing my pants out.  I looked in the window to see that Jeff was
okay...then I saw it.  Jeff was wearing only his briefs.  He was at the
chinning bar in a very difficult position: I call the "L" with his legs
extended out and he was holding this while shaking slightly.  Then he swung
his body and whipped himself up and over the bar to land on two feet, a
perfect landing.  He bowed to a nonexistent audience and ran and flopped on
the bed.

I purposely and noisily opened the front door and threw my books on the
hall table and banged my way into our bedroom. There on the bed was Jeff,
zonked and zombie like.  What an actor!  What a fraud!

I came over to the bed and slapped him on the cheek.  He flinched and his
cheek turned flaming red.  "You fucking fake.  You used me. Get out of the
bed and get dressed and cook me a dinner.  I'm going have a beer."

He put on such an act.  He slowly opened his eyes and said, "Bobby, bro,
I'm back.  Thanks for all the loving care you gave me."

I snorted, "Back!  Hah!  You've been back for many days.  I don't blame you
for pretending, you had a slave taking care of....WAIT!  I didn't mean to
do those gay things with you.  I was just amusing myself."

"Sure Bobby.  Now I want your ass."

He got out of the bed and grabbed me and threw me onto his bed.  I landed
with my face on the sheets on my stomach.  He pulled my middle up and my
elastic basketball shorts down, exposing my tender boi ass. He dropped his
underwear and put his big cock against my virgin hole.

He rubbed it around.  I mewled like a new born calf.  It was embarrassing.
Finally he husked into my ear, "Bobby, I'm going stop unless you tell me to
fuck you."

I hesitated almost too long, because he started to move away.  "Wait, I
want it.  Fuck me Jeff."

I let out a strangled cry as his big cock pushed through the resistance of
my sphincter.  Oh, it felt so good as he pushed slowly into me.  I'm such a
bottom, I found out, I loved getting mastered and fucked.  His veiny cock
rubbed against my hot button sending me into spasms of babbling in tongues.
What a pussy I was and how I loved it.

He sawed at me, dripped spit on my young back, moaning his own thrills.  We
had become a two headed animal seeking release.  Suddenly he squeezed my
side painfully as his orgasm was upon him.  I felt his hot cum shoot inside
of me and I joined him, shouting like a banshee.  We were swimming in cum,
the fragrance inflaming our senses.

Finally Jeff slapped me on my rump.  I liked that.  "Hey kid, it's a
miracle!  I've recovered.  Let's fuck again."


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