Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2012 16:22:27 -0400
From: A Le <writera.le@gmail.com>
Subject: My Older Brother Part 1

This is an incest story about two brothers. There is a lot of story to it
so if you're looking for a quick sex story; this is not the story for you.
But if you like a good story with hot steamy sex, this is the story for
you. Enjoy!

I was an unexpected surprise to my mother and father. They'd already had
two children that were almost grown when my mom wound up pregnant with me.
I grew up feeling like an only child, with both of my brothers in college
and then off working in their careers while I made my way through school. I
didn't mind being an only child at home, my parents spoiled me, gave me
everything I ever wanted for, and made sure that I became a well rounded
young man. After high school I went straight to college, and then after
that I entered medical school. Before long I was working on my residency
and intending on becoming a surgeon. My parents were happy with my choices,
and I knew I made them proud.

When I was twenty six my mother died, and six months later my father died.
I was devastated. They were all I had, or at least, all I felt like I had.
My two older brothers lived in different cities and I hadn't seen them in
such a long time and rarely even talked to them. After my father died my
oldest brother, Ryan, came into town for a few days. I met him for lunch at
a little café not too far from the hospital.

Ryan was a big guy. He stood at nearly six feet five inches. He had huge,
broad shoulders, big masculine hands, and a gorgeous smile. His hair was
dark, and he had piercing blue eyes, along with a strong jaw line and well
defined muscles. At almost forty he was in the prime of his life. He'd
worked as a long time in the computer industry, and had dove head first
into the dot com explosion. He wound up selling his own company for
millions and millions, and had retired a couple years ago. That was pretty
much all I knew about him.

I was nervous to meet him for lunch; we had rarely spent any time alone
together in our entire lives without our mother there to make the
conversation earlier. But he was my brother, and all the family I had
left. I made sure to wear a pair of nice gray slacks and a white dress
shirt with a blue tie and jacket when I met him. I did not look a whole lot
like my brother. I was barely six foot tall, slender, with soft brown hair
and green eyes. I looked a lot more like our mother while Ryan took after
our father. Our other brother, Mark, was an odd mix of the two of us.

By the time I made it to the café Ryan was already there. He saw me at the
door and waved me over. I head to his table and reached out, shaking his
hand before I pulled a chair out and sat down.

"Jack, you're looking good brother. I see the hospital is treating you
well?"

"Yeah it's not so bad." I smiled at him a little, reaching for the glass of
water there and taking a sip. Why the hell was I so damn nervous?

Ryan seemed to sense it, and he reached a big masculine hand over and
rubbed my arm a little, "It's alright. I know you're upset about mom and
dad. It must be hard for you, losing both so quickly, being here all by
yourself now."

I felt myself tear up almost instantly. It was true, I'd always been a
momma's boy and I missed my mom more than anything. My blue eyes flooded
with tears and they started to trickle down my cheeks. "I'm sorry, sorry
Ryan." I tried to wipe them off, but before I could Ryan had reached his
hand up and was wiping them away for me.

"Don't apologize Jack, its okay to cry."

That made me cry even more, and the tears started to flow like crazy. Soon
Ryan was out of his seat, pulling me up and into his arms and leading me
out of the café. I wound up sitting in the back of a large black SUV and
sobbing my eyes out in my big, older brother's shoulder. He just held me,
caressing my back lightly while he whispered quietly that it was okay to
cry.

After a little while I got myself under control again and realized that I
was leaning into my brother, my head on his shoulder, a hand on his waist,
holding on to him lightly. It was awkward and probably the first in my life
he'd ever hugged me like this. "Thanks Ryan, it's just been so hard. I miss
them so much, I feel lost without them. I just, I go to work, and I come
home to an empty house, and do it all over again every day. I'm so lonely."

He smiled, and I could feel his big hand stroke along my hair lightly.
"That's why I came here to see you Jack. I have a huge condo in the city,
and I live very close to one of the best hospitals in this country. I spoke
to the head of the hospital about you, and they are very interested in
meeting with you for a possible opening they have. I was thinking you could
come live with me, and work there, and then you don't have to be here all
alone."

I was shocked! My head tipped back and I looked up at him in complete
surprise. "Really Ryan? You did that for me? You want me to live with you?"

"Of course I do. I live alone, why shouldn't we spend time together, get to
know each other a little better. You are my little brother after all."

"Wow, I'm just shocked. But, I like the idea. It would be really nice to
not be alone, and to try out a new hospital."

Ryan smiled and hugged him. "Then let's do it!'

"Okay!"

I couldn't believe how excited I was. Everything went so fast after
that. Ryan went back home and I started packing my things and working out
my notice at the hospital I was currently at. They took it well, and I flew
to my brother's city to see the hospital there and meet with the
staff. They hired me on the spot, which was good for my ego. I was an up
and coming amazing surgeon so I wasn't too surprised that they wanted
me. My brother was right that the hospital was only four blocks from his
place. I'd be able to walk every day to and from, and that prospect was a
good one.

So it was that two months after my father died and my brother came to town,
I said goodbye to the only city I'd ever lived in, and headed off on my new
adventure.

My brother had an amazing home in the penthouse of a high rise. It was a
huge open floor plan, with an upraised kitchen that overlooked the living
room, and open second floor that overlooked the entire lower level. Ryan
had an office set up in the far left corner of the room, and that entire
wall was floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. The second level
had a row of bedrooms and bathrooms, and everything was tastefully
decorated. It was definitely a luxurious home.

Ryan gave me a bedroom at the far end of the hall, and it was rather
simple. A full size bed, dresser, desk, large window, and an attached,
private bathroom. I unpacked my belongings putting everything away. Ryan
worked out of his home on his different business ventures, but I would be
working long hours at the hospital just down the road a few blocks. It was
a perfect set up.

The first few weeks went relatively well. I wasn't home very often, but
when I was I was sleeping and now and then had time for a quick meal with
Ryan, where we chatted about surface topics, nothing too serious. I found
my brother to be very intelligent, with a good sense of humor, and a very
masculine man. I wondered why he'd never married, but he never brought it
up and neither did I.

About a month after I'd been there I finally got a full two days off, and I
spent a lot of the time sleeping and relaxing around the beautiful house. I
stayed out of Ryan's way, but I was bored, and lonely, and after awhile he
could tell by the way I was hanging around but trying not to. He was at his
desk and he sat back in his big, leather chair and smiled over at
me. "Restless Jackie?"

I smiled at him a little sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry hope I'm not bothering
you."

"It's alright. Come over here a second." He waved me over to where he was
sitting so I got up and made my way over to him. He reached up and curled
his fingers around my wrists and held on to them tightly.

"I really love having you here Jack. I'm so glad you moved in with me."

I smiled down at him gently, "I love it here Ryan."

"Good." He stood up and wrapped his arms around me, giving me a nice tight
hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes for a moment, just
standing there against my brother. His arms were big and strong and they
felt so good holding me like that.

He didn't pull away quickly and neither did I. He finally whispered near my
ear, "You're a good boy Jackie. A good boy."

I smiled and squeezed him a little tighter my arms around his waist now and
then reluctantly let go. "Thanks Ryan." He smiled and sat back down to
finish up what he was working on and I headed up to my room for a nap.

When I woke up it was dark in my room. At first I wasn't sure what woke
me. It was quiet; I could see the green glow of my clock saying it was
about 12am in the morning. I was on my side, curled toward the windows
where I could see the city. But then I felt a hand, gently running up my
side and Ryan's voice in my ear, "Shhh. It's okay Jackie, it's just me."
His voice was soft and sounded weird, hoarse like. I turned my head toward
him and his mouth was there. He kissed the corner of my lips and licked at
them while I lay there stunned. What was he doing?

"Ryan? What are you doing, why are you in my room?" I questioned him,
sounded a little worried.

"Shh Jackie, it's alright. Just be still. I want to show you how much I
love you. Don't you want to show me how much you love me?" His voice was
confident, masculine, and it made me shiver a little. "Ryan this isn't a
good idea, you should leave now."

"I'm not leaving Jackie; I want to have a little fun with you." He said
quietly, and I felt his hand moving lower along my stomach.

I usually slept naked, and right now was no exception. I had nothing on at
all, and Ryan realized that when his hands moved below the blankets. I
could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispered excitedly, "Naked
already, just for me huh Jackie?" His big hand was grabbing on to my cock
now, and that made me whimper. Yet for some reason, I wasn't really
fighting him back.

"Ryan please, please don't." I begged him quietly, and he shut me up with
another kiss to my lips. "Shhh my little Jackie, I'm going to love you so
good. I know you're lonely; don't you miss mom and dad? Let me take care of
you, this can be our little secret okay?"

I knew this was wrong, it was so wrong. But his hand felt so good, stroking
my cock, and I shivered again, moaning softly. "Okay, our little secret
Ryan." I said it so quietly; I sounded like such a young boy then, not the
man I was. But something about Ryan made me feel that way, made me act that
way. "Okay Ryan, okay." I said again, whimpering.

And then Ryan was jerking me off, his hand stroking up and down my cock
faster and faster, until I was moaning and squirming in the bed. I kicked
the sheets off my body, and arched my back, so close. Ryan leaned down and
kissed along my neck and ear, over my jaw, whispering, "Don't you dare cum
until I tell you to, you understand me boy?"

I loved how confident he sounded, how much in charge he was, and I
whimpered even more, thrusting up into his hand eagerly. My balls were
tightening up and I knew I was going to cum soon. I struggled to hold it
back, "Please Ryan! Please let me cum, please I need to cum so bad,
please!"

He knew just how to touch me, how to make me so excited, and he kept
jerking me to the point I thought I was going to explode and then he'd
slow, change tactics, and it would start all over again. Ryan soon had me
soaked in sweat, whimpering and writhing against the bed. "Ryan!!!"

I screamed out his name, and he chuckled hotly in my ear. "How about you
call me daddy instead little brother. I'll be your new daddy and take care
of you, okay? Say it, call me daddy."

This was so wrong; it felt so right but so wrong at the same time. But I
couldn't stop myself, and I cried out the words he wanted to hear, "Please
daddy! Please let me cum I need to cum so bad daddy please daddy!"

And with that he whispered to my ear, "Cum." And I did. I exploded all over
his hand and my own belly, shuddering as spurt after spurt of hot sticky
jizz erupted from my hot throbbing cock, leaving me panting and moaning,
completely dazed.

Ryan didn't give me any time to relax though, he was rolling me over onto
my belly, and he jerked my hips up. I heard him open something and then I
felt some kind of cool lube against my tight little virgin hole. "Daddy
please, I've never been fucked, please I'm scared."

"Shh its okay little Jackie, Daddy is going to take good care of you."



With those words I felt my brothers unbelievably huge, thick, vein covered
piece of meat start to push inside my hole. He was so thick, throbbing,
hot. And oh so very long. He just kept pushing, and pushing, and I was
crying out as I felt more and more pressure. Suddenly I felt this huge pop
and the head of his cock thrust past that tight ring of muscle.

"Daddy!"



I screamed it as his cock forced its way deep inside me, and he laughed
softly near my ear, gripping my hips. "Good boy, that's it. Take daddy's
cock like a good little boy." He was groaning as he started thrusting
inside me, long, deep thrusts that had my entire body shuddering. It hurt,
but also felt so good. I couldn't believe my brother was fucking me like
this, and I was liking it!

"Good boy, good little boy. That's daddy's good little boy." He moaned the
words to me as his thrusts got harder, deeper, and soon he was pounding
into me. Giving it to me real good like only a man could. I grabbed hold of
the headboard and Ryan slammed away inside my body.

My brother fucked me for such a long time that night, my ass grew sore, but
I came two more times when he told me I could, and then he finally flooded
my ass with his seed, marking me as his. I belonged to him, and he knew it
and I knew it. When we were finally done it was nearly four am and I was
exhausted.

Ryan held me in his arms and stroked my hair, telling me to go to sleep,
that I was a good little boy and he loved me very much. It was the best
night of sleep I could remember having in a very long time.

Comments welcome. Part 2 coming soon.