Date: Wed, 28 Jul 2010 22:46:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: yeti8080 yet <yeti8080@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Painting My Brother Donovan Part 2

Enjoy. Feedback appreciated. ;) ~K (yeti8080@yahoo.ca)

*

The first thought I had when I woke up the next morning was that I had to
go take a shit right away. I threw off the covers and sprinted to the
toilet, sighing in relief as the cum oozed out. He'd put one hell of a load
in me. It was the first time I'd ever let someone fuck me bareback.

"Don?" I yelled from the bathroom.

No answer. He was gone. Just like that.

Well, maybe not quite "just like that". I'd woken up covered in my own
blankets. Don must have brought them down from my bedroom. That was
something at least. He couldn't have been totally freaked out if he'd
actually took the time to tuck me in like Dad used to do when we were
kids...

That's when it hit me like a sledgehammer: Holy fuck, I'd been fucked by my
brother.

When I'd cleaned myself up I looked myself in the mirror. Was I ok with all
this? A boyish face with the blue-green eyes looked warily back. I tried a
smile and let it deepened into a grin.

Yeah I was ok. Hell, more than ok. I felt great. Well, other than that
twang of discomfort from having been jackhammered by my brother's massive
cock, and the real possibility I'd fucked up our relationship. It really
depended on how Don felt about it.

I realized I was pacing around the house so I made myself stop and do what
I always did when I was anxious -- I set about painting. Everything was
still laid out from last night. I studied the portrait I'd made of Donovan
and started getting hard again just from looking at it. I thought about
touching it up, but somehow that didn't feel right. Some things were best
left unfinished.

That's when I knew what I wanted to do. It was probably the wrong way to go
about the issue, but damn, it was what I wanted to paint. I'd need a bigger
canvas than what I had lying around for what I had in mind.

As I stuffed my wallet into my back pocket and headed out, it struck me
that Donovan had cured me of my painter's block.

I'd have to thank him somehow.


* * *

As the days rolled by and I still didn't hear from Donovan, I buried myself
in my work, my painting, and nightly jack-off sessions. There was only one
star in my fantasies and he was always the same.

Yeah, I had it bad.

On Wednesday my best bud JC called me on my cell while I was out buying
groceries.

"So why didn't you tell me you and Colin broke up?" JC was the kind of guy
who liked to cut to the chase.

"Because it's nobody's fucking business," I told him. "Least of all my
sister's." I squeezed a cucumber, checking for firmness.

"What's your sister got to do with it?"

"I'm guessing she told you."

"Nope, I found out from Don."

That got my attention. "Don?"

"Y'know, big buff guy with the stubbed nose? Likes hockey? Has a brother
named Darren?"

"Quit it. You talked to Don?"

"Yeah man. We play in the same league. We had a game on Monday so we talked
before. I gotta tell you though, he played a pretty shitty game. He was set
up with a bunch of precision passes from his mates but it was like he was
aiming everywhere except the net. Which is too bad for his team because we
creamed them."

He paused. "So anyway, back to you. You guys really broken up this time?"

"Yeah. Its over."

"Good. About time," he said brusquely. Without missing a beat, he asked
casually, "Ever thought about trying out Don?"

The tomato in my hand almost exploded.

"What?"

"I mean you're single now and he is pretty hot. I've seen him in the
showers, he's got a big one, you like those."

"He's my brother, you asshole. Stop checking him out, he's... straight."

JC chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, I gotta jet. You should come
out to Odyssey with us on Saturday."

"I'll think about it," I replied.

As he ended the call, I was left wondering why I'd almost said `he's mine'
instead of `he's straight.'



By Friday I couldn't deny it anymore. I was antsy. I had to know where we
stood. I texted Don a simple "hey" after work and waited.

Colin dropped in on my place around six to pick up the rest of his
stuff. After he left I ordered Chinese because I wasn't in the mood to
cook. The buzzer rang and I went to get the door, expecting the delivery
man.

Except it wasn't.

It was Donovan in cut-off jeans and a sleeveless blue T. Nice, I
thought. He was clean shaven beneath his baseball cap, his signature smile
splitting his jaw, but somehow he looked less fresh than usual, as though
he hadn't slept well the night before.

"Lookie what I got," grinned Don as he lifted a spring roll from the
delivery bag dangling from his hand and proceeded to munch on it. "Mmmm,
yum."

"Hey, that's my dinner!" I made a grab for the bag but Don held it out of
reach. He was taller and stronger than I was so it wasn't a hard thing for
him to do. Struggling against him I could feel his muscles moving and smell
his aftershave, which was probably what he'd intended anyway... a thought
that got me hard, right there in the doorway. I lunged onto his back.

"You mounting me now?" he grunted in his familiar gravelly voice. "Now that
ain't right."

"Why's that? You mounted me," I shot back.

"Yeah, but that's `cause I know how to do you right." As if to make his
point Donovan swung his body around, stepped into the house and closed the
door with the back of his foot. Then he carried me on his back to the
kitchen where he set the food on the table and slapped me on the ass.

"Now get off," he said.

I dismounted and he whipped around, looking me over with heated eyes. I
moved to touch him.

"Wait," he said, warding off my advance. He took a ragged breath. When he
spoke again it came out in a rush. "Look, I gotta tell you this... what
happened last week... we can't do that again."

I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach.

"You're my brother, and I love you. But what we did was wrong, ok? We
crossed a line. We can't do that again. It would mess everything up. You
understand?"

Anger and hurt welled up inside me. I turned from him. Words, just words,
that's all they were. I could use words too.

"Sure Don," I said in a voice I thought was pretty even, "I understand."

"You sure, Darren? I mean I'm really sorry about coming on to you like
that, I guess I was horny and you were probably confused..."

Confused, he'd said. Like I was some teenager with a crush. I resisted the
urge to punch him right then and there. I started walking towards the
studio.

"Yup. I get it," I told him.

"Come on, Darren, look at me. I need to know we're cool." He grabbed my
arm.

I turned to look at him. "We're cool."

He stared at me. I stared back defiantly.

"Ok." He said finally. A muscle on his jaw twitched.

I was now standing beside the draped canvas. It was my turn. "Want to see
what I've been working on?"

Donovan sighed. "Sure. Why not."

I pulled the drape off.

It was one of the largest works I'd ever done. The canvas was twelve feet,
so Don's cock was probably twice the size it actually was. I had him
sitting on a chair in profile, with his shaft curving upwards till it
disappeared into my ass. Yeah I was in the painting too. I was riding
him. We were looking each other straight in the eye. Don had one hand on my
ass, the other on the small of my back. Cum was spewing from my cock, some
of it already landing on Don's chin and shoulders. Cum was leaking from my
ass too, sticky white drips down Don's half-buried cock. I'd especially
liked painting that part.

I was watching Don, not the one in the painting, but the real one, so I saw
him swallow before he rasped, "What's it called?"

"`Brothers Fucking'"

"You little shit..." he hissed. In a split second he had me pinned to the
wall, my shirt bunched up in his fist. Lips inches from mine he seethed,
"What's gotten into you? What if someone sees?" He shook me. "Eh? What
then?"

 "You're hard," I murmured.

His expression changed. He closed his eyes. He breathed.

I knew I had him then.

"Fuck it," he swore, and pulled me into a kiss. His tongues delved into my
mouth and mine into his and pretty soon we were duelling. I could feel his
cock firming up even more as he dry humped me with his crotch and I had to
remind myself to breathe. No one had ever turned me on like this.

Finally he broke the kiss and stepped back. "I want your clothes off. Right
now." He took his cap off and pulled his shirt over his head. A body built
to fuck, that was what he had. I watched him unbuttoned his jeans and lower
his underwear enough to tease me with a glimpse of the head of his cock. It
would be in me soon...

"I said now," he growled, a warning in his look. He folded his arms.

I did as I was told. I stripped till I was naked as the day I was born, my
brother's eyes drinking me in all the while.

"Shit. My lil bro..." he murmured, "...all grown up."

He flicked my right nipple with his fingers and I shivered.

He kissed me again and then went down on his knees. Pressing me against the
wall with one hand, he took my dick in his big square jaw and started
sucking. I watched as his bulging shoulder swung back and forth on his
narrow hips like a pendulum. His tongue was working all along my shaft and
sending good feelings up my spine. Who'd have thought my hot jock of a
brother was such a good cocksucker. I was damn lucky.

When he'd sucked me off long enough he stood up and held up a finger in a
sign to wait. His pants and underwear came off and he kicked them to the
side. From the kitchen he came back with a chair. Planting it smack in
front of the painting, he sat down on it and flashed me a look that was
pure sin.

"Come `ere," he commanded.

I came.

I knelt.

I sucked.

My brother had a beautiful cock. There was no denying it. It was thick and
veined and curved. It flared up at the end, a mushroom with a slit for the
cum. I let his dick go deep into my throat even as I worked my tongue all
over it. I wanted to show him I knew what I was doing. I'd made that
mushroom blow once and I'd do it again.

Donovan was making sharp grunting noises. Suddenly his pushed me
off. "Wait," he said tightly. "Stand up and turn around. Wanna get you
ready."

As soon as I did he bent me over and starting working his tongue over my
hole. He was using extra saliva, I could tell, getting it nice and wet. He
pushed his tongue hard against my sphincter, trying to get his saliva
in. He sucked a finger and pushed it in roughly.

I moaned.

Ready or not I needed him inside. I faced him. Putting one hand on his
shoulder and positioning his cock with the other, I lowered myself till his
cock was right up against my backdoor. I teased it around, letting my spit
and his precum work its magic.

"Come on Darren," moaned Don. "Let me in. We're family."

I let him in. A push was all it took for the head of his cock to break
through my sphincter and entering my anal canal. The rest went in slower
because of the friction and the burning all along my rectal walls, helped
only by the trail of precum he was leaving inside. I was letting him fuck
me dry and bareback, just like last time. I'd always played safe, even when
I'd been with Colin. But there was nothing safe about fucking my
brother. With Don I went all the way.

"Just like that," sighed Don in his gravelly voice. "You're so tight." By
then I'd taken the whole length of his rod and was letting myself get used
to it. My brother was stroking my side, getting me to relax. My cock was
rock hard. We kissed. I was getting to know those lips pretty good.

I rose slowly till just the head of his cock was inside and looked over at
the painting of us. We were bringing it alive, making it happen just like
we'd always wanted. We both moaned as I sat back down on his shaft. Somehow
that made it easier for his cock to slide in and out, and pretty soon I was
riding him faster, using the floor as leverage. From the scrape of my jaw
against his neck to the slap slap of my ass-cheeks hitting his thighs and
the cock ramming my insides, everywhere we touched it was sweaty skin on
skin and nothing else.

"Been waiting for this for a long time," whispered Don between clenched
teeth.

Eventually Don put both his arms around my waist and as he stood up from
the chair he made sure he stayed inside me. Taking two steps to the sofa he
lowered me till I was on my back and he was on top. My legs he put on his
shoulders so he could have his way with me. As he leaned in to kiss he said
meaningfully, "Now it's my turn."

After that things went crazy. The change in position had him ramming my
prostate, setting me on fire with sweet pleasure. By then his cock had
loosened my sphincter enough that he could plough me hard. And he did,
fucking me with long strokes and short strokes, using me good. My brother
was a fucking mammal in heat, and it turned me on to think I'd made him
that way.

"You're mine, you hear?" he snarled, lust and need written all over his
snub-nosed face. "Mine and nobody else." His arms bulged like tree trunks,
sweat pouring from his body as he bred me. "Gonna mark you this time," he
grunted as he sucked my neck hard.

At first my hands were on his ass, feeling his pelvic muscles work and
using it as leverage so I could get every last millimetre of my brother in
me each time he plunged inside. But pretty soon all I could think of was
Don's cock drilling my hole to oblivion. Sudden I realized I was going to
cum without even touching my cock.

"I'm close," I warned Don. On hearing this, he bent over and somehow took
the tip of my cock into his mouth. That was it. I started cumming. Semen
and sperm pumped into Don's mouth even as he kept on fucking. The orgasm
blew my mind.

I was still starry-eyed when he leaned in to kiss me, letting me taste my
own salty produce. Then he arched his back and with a one more thrust he
exploded inside me, sending hot wet seed into my rectum.

So in the end we'd each put a load in each other, even though the DNA in
our cum couldn't have been all that different from each other. Because we
were brothers.

Brothers who'd fucked.


* * *


I woke to the feel of Donovan caressing my back.

"Wakie wakie," murmured Don in my ear, sounding especially gravelly right
then, which was a huge turn on. He was also nuzzling my neck with his
unshaven jaw, sending good feelings all the way to my cock. The fact he was
still here at all was giving me a high.

I cracked an eye open. Don was lying propped up on his side, his torso
exposed, the corners of his eyes crinkling from his smile. His eyes were
blue-green, just like mine. Sunshine was streaming through the blinds,
painting undulating bands of gold on his rough-hewn body.

Fully awake now, I saw that we were in my bedroom, which meant that Don had
carried me up at some point during the night. I was on my stomach, covered
in my blanket. I wondered briefly if we'd left cum on the sheets but then
remembered we'd cum in each other. There wouldn't be a mess.

"I'm going to shower," Don said as he got out of bed. Looking over his
shoulder he grinned, "You can join me if you'd like."

Now that sounded promising, especially after I caught a glimpse of the
half-rigid state of Don's cock. I shivered as I got out of bed and followed
my brother into the washroom. Things started to warm up quickly when he put
his hand on my ass and brought our cocks close enough to rub against each
other. He gave me a full kiss.

"Oh man," he chuckled.

"What?"

"Look," he cocked his head at the mirror, grinning.

"You gave me a hickey!" I exclaimed, touching it. It was a big one too.

"Told you I'd mark you," said Don in a satisfied tone.

My cock twitched.

"We're gonna have to talk about all this, ya know," he said seriously.

I nodded. "Yeah, I know."

We let the water run as we took turns taking a leak. It didn't take long
for us to start making out again after we hopped into the shower. Fuck he
looked sexy wet. I liked how the water ran between our bodies as he held
me, how it clung to his lashes, and how it ran down his cock. I crouched
down and started sucking him.

After a couple minutes of this, I was suddenly hit with a feeling of almost
painful urgency. I stood up quickly.

"What?" asked Don, concerned, hands on my waist.

"Your cum wants to come out, I think." I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah?" He shut off the water and turned me around so that my back was
to him. I could feel his cock nudging against my backdoor. "Let it out,"
his murmured, his breath hot against my neck.

"Here?"

"Yeah. Just do it. We can use it."

He bit my earlobe.

I moaned and relaxed my sphincter. I could feel some of the load my brother
had put in me trickling out, still warm from being inside me since last
night.

Don was lapping it up with his cock.

"There we go. Cum as lube."

And just like that, he started pushing his cock into my ass. It was tight,
but Don was right, my rectal walls were well-lubed with his cum and his
cock slid in easily. It didn't hurt even when he was all the way in, though
I had to brace myself with my arms on the shower wall.

"Fuck. I'm in you again. Third time," he whispered. He started thrusting,
his hands gripping just above my waist, getting his cum well
distributed. The feeling was amazing and I wanted more. Pretty soon I was
pushing back with each plunge, helping him shove it in harder and deeper.

He ramped up the speed and all I could think about was how something so
wrong could feel so right. I was moaning almost uncontrollably. I snuck a
hand under my swinging balls so that my fingers touched where his cock met
my sphincter. This was where Don ended and I started. A vulnerable
spot. There was something about feeling my brother's shaft piston in and
out of my anal canal and my sphincter adjusting each time the stroke
changed direction that was fucking hot. I look over my shoulder at Don.

"You like feeling your brother's cock going in and out of you, eh?" he
grunted. I could tell from his face he was as into this as I was. His body
glistened, and I was pretty sure it wasn't all from the water. He leaned
over and starting kissing me. When he reached over and started jacking me
too I knew I wouldn't last much longer.

Without warning Don started cumming. I could feel him filling me up till
there was too much and it starting to drip out. Looking down and seeing big
white globs fall on the bath tub sent me over the top and I starting
cumming too, spewing it onto the shower wall in spurts that made my whole
body convulse. This was real sex. This was what I'd been missing all my
life. It was finally starting to happen.

"You've fucked the cum out of me." I gasped when I could talk again.

"Told you I know how to do you right." Don responded, his cheek on my back,
his chest still heaving. He kissed my back and let his cock slide out of my
ass.

"You still want to take a shit?" he inquired.

"No, I'm good," I said.

"I'm hungry."

"I can make pancakes."

"Awesome!"



That was how I ended up making blueberry pancakes for my brother on a
Saturday morning. I'd put on my robe, but Don just wrapped a towel around
his waist. The way he'd grin and lick his lips almost drove me nuts, but
somehow I managed not to burn the pancakes too much.

"Just like Mum makes them," said Don, pouring maple syrup with gusto. It
gave me a warm feeling inside to think I was as good a cook as our
mother. By then we were sitting across from each other at the table so I
gave his shoulder a little punch.

"Where'd you get that?" Don asked, eying the open box on the table. There
was a tie and shirt from Banana Republic in it.

"It's a present from Colin." I told him. When Don frowned I explained,
"He'd bought it before we broke up as a present for our anniversary but he
decided he wanted me to have it anyway. He didn't want the hassle of
returning it and it wasn't his style, he said."

"He brought it yesterday?" he inquired.

I blinked. "Yeah. I came over to pick up the rest of his stuff. Why?"

He shrugged. "I saw his car on your driveway."

I studied my brother. There was something going on here. "Alright, what's
on your mind?"

 He didn't say anything for a while, but finally he said, "Y'know, I've
hated him from the start."

"Why?" I wanted to know.

"Donno. Guess I was jealous. Never been jealous of anyone before." He
spread his hands, "Look... I came over last night, saw his car, and figured
you guys were back together again, so I left, I wasn't going to
interfere... drove around...but I came back later, figured we still had to
talk."

"We're not together, Don. It's over. So is that why you gave me that crap
speech about `it can't happen again'?"

"Ya, pretty much," he said sheepishly. It was all starting to make sense
now. He looked at me earnestly. "Darren. I... don't know where you want to
go with this. You know I've hardly slept the past week thinking about
you. I mean, I was ok when I thought I didn't have a chance with you, but
now that I've had you, I donno if I can stand you being with someone
else. And I know you'd get snapped right up any day now `cause you're
fucking beautiful and we're brothers and I'm a sick fuck --"

I put one hand over his hand and the other over his mouth to shut him
up. "You saying you want a committed relationship?" I asked, almost afraid
of the answer.

"Do you?" he asked, his eyes wide.

I couldn't believe it. Donovan Bale, the hot jock who could have pretty
much anyone he wanted, wanted me, his own flesh and blood. Not as his
brother. Not even as his occasional fuck buddy, as messed up as that would
be already. No, he wanted me as his life partner. He wanted to wake up
every morning and fuck the living daylights out of me.

Was I ready for that?

Hell yeah!

"Let's do it!" I said.

He looked at me incredulously. "You serious?"

"I'll show you serious." I laughed, "You want to move in?"

"What? Here? Now?" he exclaimed in bewilderment.

"Yeah. It would solve everything. I'd have someone to cover half the rent
now that Colin's left, and if we split it you'd be paying less than your
place in Burnaby for sure." My mind was going full throttle as I went over
to Don's side of the table.

"But what are we going to tell people?"

Taking a seat on his lap, I answered, "The truth. Or pretty close
anyway. You're moving in temporarily, sleeping on the couch, till you work
out the money stuff."

"You're not seriously making me sleep on the couch, are ya?" he asked
quizzically.

"Only if you're gonna drink milk straight from the milk carton." I grinned.

"Deal!"

That's when we locked lips. I don't know if it was from the maple syrup
pancakes or what but it was definitely the sweetest kiss I'd ever had.

"I can't believe this," grinned Don. He stood up and smoothly lifted me off
my feet and into his arms. "Come on, let's go up to your
bedroom. Blueberries always make me horny. Want to do you properly this
time." He kissed me again. As we passed by the studio he paused. "Wait,
what about the painting?"

I shrugged. "I'll just paint it over."

"Aww, but you worked on it all week..."

"I can always do another one. A smaller one maybe. Besides, I got the real
thing now."

I grinned at my brother. "Now I can paint you anytime I want."