Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2012 14:27:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: "westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com" <westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Erik, pt 3

My Erik (M/b incest)

Write me at: westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com

I come home Friday night to find the boys in front of the television set.
Both Erik & Ned are dressed in shorts & shirtless. I get a beer, begin my
weekend routine, and take a seat across from the boys.

Ned is sprawled out on the couch, and his little brother Erik is splayed
across his lap.  We are watching a scary movie, and Erik keeps hiding his
head in Ned's lap.  Of course this makes me think of my own lap. My own
lap, and how long it's been since Erik was between my thighs.  This
morning.

Ned's really enjoying the movie, and aside from the surprises, Erik does
too.  From here it looks like Erik's squirming all over Ned's lap.  Ned
will probably have a hard on before too long.  I know I would.  I look
down; I do have an erection.  Neither boy notices, and they keep their eyes
glued to the television.

I down a few more beers, and the movie plays on.  Ned, the older of the two
boys, is hunching over more.  Before too long, Ned instructs Erik to move.
Getting up, elbows first, Erik keeps his eagle eyes on the tween's budding
erection.

Sure enough, sprouting upward is a tenting 12-year-old penis, encased in
blue nylon basketball shorts.  Ned blushes at his erection.  And he tries
to focus on the screen.  For a moment, I think I see Erik's tongue lick his
own lips.  I'm leaned back in the recliner, and the boys are directly
across from me.

Without a word, Erik pokes his finger against the tween's bulge.  It
reacts, and bows back.  Ned looks at his brother touching his penis, but is
otherwise speechless.  I can hear everyone's breathing, and the temperature
seems to be rising.  Both of my sons seem suddenly slick with sweat.

Remaining silent, with a look of incredulity Ned gazes in my direction.
He's looking to me for some guidance, instruction, or maybe he wants me to
chastise Erik.  In the silence, Erik pokes his brother's erection again.
Like some zookeeper prodding an animal.  Again, the bigger boy's dick
bulged, and again the young, smaller boy pushed at the penis.

I gulp some air down, and look at what I'm seeing.  Is this for real?
Continuing with his unsubtle prods, still using a single digit, Erik pokes
his brother through Ned's basketball shorts.  The material looks wet, but
it's not.  It shimmers in the light, and Erik's prods continue.

Ned's breathing quickens, and beads of sweat appear on the boys' forehead.
His eyes have remained focused on his little brother, and the activities
below his belly button.  Erik does not look in my direction, and I place my
hands over my own erection.  It's bulging at the thought of what's coming.
I watch as the Ned's sheen of sweat begins to really glisten, as his
brother's tickles continue.

I have no idea how long this might last when Ned finally speaks.  After
sucking in a quick breath, he asks what Erik is doing.  Shivering in his
seat the older boy looks to me, and then to Erik for a response.  At this
Erik's hand encases his older brother's erection and begins to milk it.  I
have seen this before.  I understand some of the feelings that are ripping
through my 12-year-old son's body.  I know how this ends.

Seemingly electrified, Ned's shorts are fully tented and both Erik's small
hands are a blur of activity.  From here, working both sides, Erik's
crudely masturbating the older boy.

At first, I think Ned's really enjoying this.  His body, while skinny,
seems to be reacting exactly the way it should.  I can tell by the breaths
he takes, the sweating, the squirming that Ned loves everything Erik's
quick hands are doing.  But there's something in his eyes.  A small tinge
of something between fear and surprise is in there.

I think he's probably shocked that right now Erik, his 7 yr. old little
brother is using two hands to manually manipulate the bloated erection in
his lap.  Something I thought he'd done before.  He's also enjoying the
waves of pleasure that ripple through his taught frame each time Erik gets
to the top of his penis.  His legs are stretched out in front of him,
flexed, and he's sort of writhing in his seat when I see that look in his
eye intensify.

He mumbles, out of breath, what's happening.  He stammers some, and he
takes deeper breaths, he shudders, and then tries to pull from Erik's
grasp. But it's no good.  Erik is in the zone.  I have seen my little one
like this before.  Once he's got it in his head, he just goes & goes.  I
have seen this all before. Usually in my bed.  Or on that same exact couch.
Or sometimes in this recliner I'm sitting in now.

Breaking his silence Erik smiles and tells his brother Ned to relax.  My
seven year old tells his brother to lean back, and follows it with a push.
And the older boy glides effortlessly back, opening up his package even
more.

Even through the layers of material, Erik handles his brother expertly and
craftily.  Ned can't hold out much longer.  There's just no way.  He's 12,
and he's shivering and shaking, like he's suffering some personal mini
earthquake.  I can see Ned's last shred of will power crumble, and he bays
and yaps like some wild dog. Ned squeals, and lifts up, lifting Erik & then
he explodes.

I can see Erik's hands react instantly, slowing.  Immediately the material
around Ned's dick saturates, darkens and begins to seep through the layers.
Erik is looking at this lovingly.  Quickly thereafter a teary-eyed Ned
grabs his own soaked knob, and suffer another wave of orgasm.  Erik let's
go and looks in my direction.  I'm looking at both my boys and wondering
what to do next when Ned breaks the silence.

Finding his voice, he hoarsely asks what just happened.  He's looking down
at his lap, and the puddle of murk there now, and beyond to his little
brother.  I'm so hard but I'm speechless.  Erik is looking to me for
guidance, and I'm just enjoying the confused look on his face.

Erik has just jacked off his brother, and Ned didn't even know what was
going on.  For the first time ever, Ned's just filled his gym shorts with
sticky boy batter, hand churned by his little brother.  His yelps & cries
cease, and are replaced by Erik's pleading.

Erik says can I eat it?  I smile and know what he wants to do.  I see him
pulling down his brother shorts & then his underwear.  It's sexy to him
artfully unwraps his brother's softening cock.  Moving my own hand into my
shorts, I mirror what's happening across the living room on the couch.
Watching closely, matching breaths with Ned, I see Erik mouth descends on
his brother's penis.  Ned looks down wearily, exhausted & whimpers.