Date: Thu, 3 May 2012 21:07:01 -0400
From: A Le <writera.le@gmail.com>
Subject: My Older Brother part 4

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!

The first time that I ever lost a patient on the operating table was the
most devastating event of my life. To know that I'd been unable to save a
life, no matter how hard I tried, was horrible. It's a doctor's worst
nightmare. A patient dies under your care. How do you handle it? How do you
deal with it? Oh in school they give you a lot of classes on keeping
yourself emotionally distant, keeping yourself unattached from your
patients. But to stand there in that operating room, and look at a person
you just let die, there is no text book for that kind of feeling.

The day it happened was like any other day for me. I had a couple patients
in the hospital, I did my rounds, I laughed with them, joked with their
families, checked their medications, everything I usually did. I had a
surgery for that afternoon. It was supposed to be an easy two hour
ordeal. And yet four hours later I stood there, staring down at the woman,
completely shocked.

I went into the doctor's locker room in a daze. In my head I kept going
over and over what had happened, had I done something wrong, was there
something else I could have done? But there wasn't anything else. Later
after the review was done I would be completely cleared, but it still left
me shaken and so upset. I changed out of my scrubs into my dress pants and
shirt, jacket, tie. I got dressed and didn't even remember getting dressed.

Somehow I ended up at home. I had no idea how I'd gotten there but I was
there. I opened the door and shut it, and stumbled in. I didn't take my
clothes off, I didn't get on my hands and knees. I saw Ryan sitting over at
his desk, working, and I made my way toward him.

"Jackie? What's wrong?" He stood up, seeing how pale I was, how upset I
looked, and came around toward me.

I threw my arms around my brother, collapsing against him and broke down in
sobs. I had killed a person, even if I hadn't murdered them, I'd killed
them. I'd let them die, and it was horrible. Ryan had no idea what was
wrong, but he picked me up in his big, strong, masculine arms and carried
me to the couch. He sank down slowly, pulling me in against his broad chest
and I curled up against him.

For a long time, he held me, gently caressing my back, his big hand moving
through my hair, and my brother held me while I cried all of my feelings
out on his shoulder. Ryan was an amazing big brother right then, just
trying to sooth me as best he could.

When I could finally talk again, I told him what had happened. He listened
quietly, holding me the entire time. When I was finally done explaining, he
kissed my swollen eyes, and gently kissed away my tears. "Jackie it isn't
your fault. You did your best. You aren't God."

"I know. I just, I didn't know it would hurt me so much. I knew this would
happen eventually, I just didn't think it would be this bad."

Ryan smiled warmly and stroked his hand back through my hair again. "It
will be alright. You'll be back in the operating room tomorrow and you'll
do a hundred more surgeries. And then this might happen again, and it will
hurt just as badly. But it doesn't make you any less of a surgeon. You're
beautiful, and talented."

His words were exactly what I needed to hear. I lay my head back down
against his shoulder. After some time, Ryan picked me up again, and he
carried me up to his bathroom. He had one of those huge Jacuzzi tubs in his
own bathroom, and rarely did I get to go in there. But he carried me there,
and ran a hot steamy bath.

While the tub was filling, Ryan had me stand in the middle of the room and
he gently undressed me, removing all of my clothing until I was naked there
before him. Once I was undressed, I watched Ryan remove his own clothing,
piece by piece until his large, strong body was naked before mine. He was
so gorgeous. So tall, strong, handsome. I loved his body. And I loved him.

Ryan gently put me into the tub, and he sank down behind me. His arms
pulled me back against his chest and I closed my eyes, relaxing there
against him. The soft motion of the Jacuzzi was calming, relaxing, and soon
I was starting to feel a little better. After awhile, Ryan's hands were
covered in soap, gently washing my body. His fingers roamed over my chest,
gently down my stomach, caressing across my thighs.

Every touch had me relaxing, had a soft moan escaping. I loved the way he
touched me, and my body responded by coming to life slowly. I could feel my
cock growing, and I whimpered, squirming against him. "Ryan, I love you so
much." I whispered the words to him, and behind me he smiled gently. "I
know you do beautiful. I love you too. Very much. Very, very much."

His head dipped down, and he whispered gently in my ear, "Let me take care
of you, let me love you." He didn't sound demanding, or tell me what to
do. Right now, we were just brothers in love, and it was everything I
needed right then. Somehow Ryan knew exactly what I needed.

I turned my head up to the side, and met his lips with my own. It was a
soft, gentle, loving kiss. Slowly it started to deepen, until my lips
parted and his tongue gently slid inside my mouth, stroking. Even though
Ryan was being gentle, and loving, he was still in charge, and I liked it
that way. He led the way, with his fingers stroking my body just so,
bringing it to life. And the way he kissed me had my stomach tingling and
my heart flopping over. I turned a little more toward him, and soon enough
I was completely facing him in the tub, straddling his lap. I slid my arms
around his neck and pressed up close against his hard body. We were still
kissing, our mouths connected, tongues dancing, and my cock swelled even
more up between us.

Ryan smiled against my lips so gently, finally breaking the kiss. "Get my
love." He said quietly, and I got up, and climbed out of the tub. He
stepped out and gathered me in his arms, carrying me to his bed. Soaking
wet he lay me down, and started to kiss over my body. His lips were soft,
warm, and they started at my toes, and made their way up. Over my ankle,
along my calf, tracing over my thigh, across my hard cock, up my strong,
flat stomach, a gentle kiss to a nipple, and then he was at my lips again.

This was the first time that we had ever made love like this, and it was
amazing. My hands roamed over his broad shoulders, caressing down his chest
so slowly. When our kiss broke I lifted my head and latched on to a nipple,
sucking it gently, teasing it with my teeth. He groaned and pressed his
hand to the back of my head, holding me there.

My brother settled himself between my thighs, and I lifted my hips, aching
for him. He reached over to the nightstand, and a moment later I felt lube
being spread against my little puckered hole. When he was done his fingers
were quickly replaced with his cock. But this wasn't like the nights he
snuck into my room to fuck me. This was gentle, loving. Oh so slowly he
started to press forward, urging his cock to slip inside my tight little
ass.

I moaned loudly, holding on to him so tightly. My fingers gripped his
strong arms, and I whimpered, "Please, please brother, please daddy, please
love me. Please love me. Love me." I begged him, needing this so
much. Needing to feel that connection to fill the void the death of that
patient had left inside me.

Ryan silenced my pleas with more kisses to my lips and face, and soon he
was thrusting in and out of me oh so slowly. I loved the slow pace, I could
feel every vein on his cock, feel every hard inch as it slid in and out,
driving me wild with pleasure.

In the midst of his slow loving on me, his big hand reached down between us
and gently he started to stroke my cock in rhythm with the thrusts he was
making. It was heaven! I couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop clinging to
my older brother.

He loved me for a long time, filling me with his hard cock until neither of
us could take it anymore. We both exploded at the same time, and while my
cum filled his hand and my stomach, his cum flooded my ass and filled me
up. It was the most amazing moment, and I fell in love with him even more
than I had been before.

When it was over, I lay curled against him, while he held me as tight as he
could, kissing me gently now and then, stroking me softly. His voice soft
against my temple, "I love you so much Jackie. You're mine. You belong to
me forever."

I whimpered gently, arching a little against him, my fingers curling into
his waist as I held him. "I belong to you, daddy, I'm yours. I love you, I
love you with all my heart."

For a long time we lay like that, holding each other, whispering our deep
feelings we had for one another. Neither of us seemed in the mood to move,
to end this closeness we felt. But eventually we grew hungry, and thirsty,
and we started to stir against the bed a little. Ryan stroked my hair and
smiled down at me, "Come with me my love."

I climbed off the bed and followed him as he went back to the bathroom. He
gently had me kneel down in the shower, and I looked up at him. My eyes
puffy with so many tears, my body worn after such amazing love making. But
Ryan didn't seem to care how bad I looked. He was smiling down at me, and
he reached down, lovingly stroking my cheek. "So beautiful. I love your
eyes, your little nose, your soft beautiful mouth. Open your mouth for me."
He said quietly, and I obeyed, as I always did. I parted my lips and opened
my mouth wide.

Ryan stood up again, and I watched his hand wrap around his own prick, and
he aimed it at me. Seconds later, a hot steady stream of piss hit my mouth
directly, and I could taste my brother on my tongue. I swallowed quickly,
staring up at him the entire time he filled my mouth with his hot piss. It
was the most erotic thing we'd done to date. I felt like I really belonged
to him. I was kneeling there, willingly, drinking my brother's piss, and
loving it. I swallowed every drop, and licked my lips clean when he was
done. Ryan leaned down and pressed his lips to mine again, kissing me
deeply.

"I love you." He said again, quietly against my mouth. I smiled, closing my
eyes, feeling so very loved, so very good, so much better. "I love you too,
daddy."

Comments welcome. Part 5 coming soon.