Date: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 22:19:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: yeti8080 yet <yeti8080@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Painting My Brother Donovan 6

The wind was picking up by the time JC and Donovan loaded the dresser into
the moving van. A gust sent Don's baseball cap skittering across the lawn
and me running after it. It was late October and cooler, wetter weather was
starting to prevail along the coast. The damp chill ate at the marrow in a
way it never did in the interior. It wasn't something I'd miss about
Vancouver.

There were still about a dozen cardboard crates of kitchenware, tools and
other knickknacks that needed loading. I was halfway across the lawn with a
box of something when I felt the bottom starting to give.

"Shit—" I swore, before a hand caught and held the bottom flaps shut.

"Easy does it," said Jake Anders as we lowered it down together. JC had
brought him along to help with our move and I was suddenly glad he did.  I
shot him a grateful look, but he was already bending over to pick up the
something that had fallen out.

The heat crept into my cheeks as Jake wordlessly handed me the dildo. I
didn't remember packing it. In fact, I was pretty sure it wasn't mine.

"Oh look, Don!" hollered JC, pointing. "Your brother brought out his
dildo!"

The middle-aged couple walking past on the sidewalk paused only long enough
to gape before hurrying past. Donovan, across the driveway, looked faintly
embarrassed when I looked at him. I hadn't needed a toy since my brother's
fat cock had come along.

It struck me that JC had helped with the packing earlier. Slipping a dildo
into the boxes was exactly the sort of prank he'd pull. I yelled at him to
shut up as he blithely went on about its size and girth. Don's expression
and threatening movements in his direction did nothing to deter him.

"Hey JC," Jake called, placing a restraining grip on Don's shoulder. How
the heck had he moved so fast? He'd been standing right next to me a second
ago. "You think you could get me that roll of tape you were using earlier?
We got to fix this up."

JC made to protest, but one look at Jake and he thought better of it. He
saluted cheekily instead, and sauntered into the house.

Jake and JC's relationship had never been well defined, though theirs was
clearly more than friends.  This was surprising, since Jake was a
thirty-something psychiatrist with the kind of average looks you wouldn't
think twice about if you passed him on the street. In group settings he
could be self-effacing to the point where you forget he was even there. But
then, when you did notice him, whether because he'd asked a particularly
astute question or because he was assessing you with his mild,
indeterminate-coloured eyes, you'd realize all of a sudden how carefully
he'd been listening.  Calmly reliable and perfectly unassuming, Jake seemed
to know how to rein in JC's worst excesses, something none of his past
lovers had ever been able to achieve.

Kicking back with a beer on the old sofa later that evening, I made a point
of asking JC about his relationship with Jake. Don was working his final
shift, leaving the cleared-out house to the two of us. The sofa was pretty
much the only piece of furniture we'd decided to leave behind, though even
that had been a hard choice. Its busted seams were full of memories.

When I asked about Jake, JC knit his brow and put his arms behind his
head. His reply was devoid of his usual joshing. "I told Jake from the get
go that I wasn't boyfriend material, and he said he was cool with it. But I
know he wants more. And seeing you two... I think we're going to have to
talk about it after I get back from the Caribbean. Might be time I
settled."

"Wow." I murmured. "You? Settled?"

JC grinned, "I know. Shocking, eh?"

"You love him?"

He shrugged and sighed. "All I'm sure about is that I want to make him
happy, `cause when he's happy, I'm happy. And when we're both happy, the
sex is fucking amazing." JC laughed and pulled me close. "You know what
this means, right?"

"No, but I bet you're going to tell me."

"You and Don might just be my last fling."

"In that case we'd better make it a good one, eh?"

"I like it this way. Don's been my biggest fantasy since before I even knew
how to touch myself. And you, well... you were my first." He ran a big toe
up my leg.

"That reminds me." I got up and took him by the hand. "Come on, I want to
show you something."

Leading him down into the basement, I switched on the naked bulb and opened
the locked closet I'd kept all the paintings of Don I couldn't sell. I'd
moved them to my new studio in Kelowna, all except for one. I pulled it
out.

"Oh wow," murmured JC.

"You like it?"

"Hell yeah," he breathed. "Hey... This isn't our old watering hole in
Lillooet, is it?"

"Yup." I was pleased he'd recognize it.

JC laughed. "That's so awesome! When was this?"

"The summer before last."

"Man. Look at that big hard cock, sticking out of the water like that." He
licked his lips. "That face, that body, it's making me hard just looking at
it."

"The painting's yours dude," I said with a smile.

"You fucking serious?"

"Yup. Just as long as you don't say it's mine. And if you do, I'll deny it
until I die. Enrolment in Mrs. McTavish's life drawing class went through
the roof as soon as Donovan started modelling, so plenty of other people
have sketched him."

"My lips are sealed," he said, making the zipper motion.

I grinned. "I had to get you something for the dildo."

"Hey, I told you, it wasn't mine!"

I laughed and shook my head. "Right."

JC grinned. "Hey, maybe it's Don's."

"No way. As if he's ever bottomed. Or ever will."

He ruffled my hair. "I think he'll come around sooner than you think."

As I slid JC's painting into a cardboard casing, I reflected on the fact
that my best friend wasn't the only person I'd gifted a painting of Donovan
to. I'd given one to Mr. Princely, in appreciation of service rendered,
though that one had been a safe-for-work version.

As for Donovan's ring, it was snugly packed into a carry-on destined for
St. Bart's.

* * *

As he'd said he would, JC departed three days after we arrived together in
St. Bart's. He left on a flight to Mexico City, on a "business trip" that
he hinted wasn't entirely legal or remotely safe, but not before giving us
three heady days of threesomes.  JC was the essence of lightning in a
bottle, a vessel supercharged by a lifetime of kinky experimentations. He
taught us more in those three days than we'd contemplated in three years.

The sun was an orange ball of flame on the shimmering horizon of a
Caribbean sea by the time Don and I got back to our ocean view suite. These
trips into town were a thrill just because we'd let ourselves do in public
the things we'd never permit ourselves back home, whether it was touching
each other on the small of the back, or looking at each other in a certain
way. I was standing on the balcony gazing at a sky that was an artist's
dream when Donovan came up behind me dressed all in white and put a glass
of red in my hand.

Wrapping a thickly muscled arm around my waist, he said softy, "Hey you."

 "Hey," I smiled at him.

"Remember the dildo you found when we were packing our stuff?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes, "How could I forget? I'll get JC back for
that, I swear."

"It was mine," My brother said quietly.

I turned to stare at him.

Running his knuckles up and done my sternum he continued sheepishly, "I
bought it `cause I was gonna have you try it on me." For some reason he
couldn't quite meet my eyes. It was hard to tell if he was blushing or it
was just colouring from the sunset. "But then, I thought, I didn't really
want my first time to be with a piece of plastic. I wanted it to be you
inside me. Just like you've let me in you... Because you're me, and I'm
you. And that's that."

He met my eyes. We kissed.

Simple. Pure.

"Wait. I got something," I told him. It was time.

I left my brother on the balcony and went to my carry-on. I came back with
the box and opened it in front of him. Inside were a pair of identical
platinum rings, white gold on blackened steel.

"I had Mr. Princely make these. It's got inscriptions, see, in Latin:
Fortius quam fraternitas nullum est vinculum; `There is no bond stronger
than brotherhood'. I want...Will you be my man?"

My heart was beating a mile a minute, though I had no idea why. It wasn't
as though I had any doubts...

"I'm your man," said Donovan softly. There was a catch in his voice. And
then I was blinking back something in my eye. It was probably just dust.

We put the rings on each other's finger. The middle one.

"I love you," said Don.

"I love you," I said back.

Another kiss. This one was longer. We hugged and took full measure of the
moment. We'd made a commitment to each other, though we had no witness
other than the setting sun.

"Hey little brother," murmured Don after we ended the kiss.

"Mmhmm?"

"I want you to fuck me."

My heart skipped a beat. I'd waited a good long while to hear him say just
that.

"Ok, big brother," I agreed solemnly, touching his face. Then I smiled
wickedly, "You want me to be gentle or rough?"

His brown eyes widened, "Gentle! Gentle!" he cried. "You've got a—"

"—Big dick. Yeah, I know." I kissed him, tugging at his lower lip as I
withdrew. "And I'm going to make you love it. Like I love yours."

I coaxed Donovan to the plush, king-sized bed. Pushing him onto his back, I
straddled him and started unbuttoning his dress shirt, one button at a
time, from the bottom up. I took my time.

"Hey bro?"

"Yeah?"

"Can't we go faster?"

I'd never seen my big brother this submissive during sex. He wasn't one to
ask permission; he just took what he wanted. I could have fun with this, I
thought.

"Sure," I agreed. "Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to tear off our
clothes, flip you over like beef patty, and then rip your tight virgin ass
with jackhammer strokes until you—"

A spasm of panic crossed Donovan's face. "No no no! This is good! This is
good! I like it slow! Real slow! Gentle..."

I burst out laughing, and after a moment, my brother joined in. Grooves
fanned out from the corners of his eyes and around his mouth. Laugh
lines. Donovan was one good looking guy. And he looked his best when he was
laughing.

The sun was going down fast. I got off the bed and lit some of the candles
in the fancy room that must have cost JC a pretty penny. Some of the light
reflected off the giant framed mirror nailed to the ceiling over the bed,
giving the bed area a nice warm glow. It was one of the perks of the place.

I took off my shirt. Donovan sat up. I went to him and helped lift his
shirt until the collar caught under his chin with the shirt still around
his head.

"Hold it," I commanded, and Don went still. I lifted the collar over his
jaw, just enough to leave exposed his torso, the dark of his nipples, his
Adam's apple, the hair under his armpits, and the five-o'clock shadow
around his mouth. They were all the components that defined my brother's
masculinity save for one.

"What the fuck? I can't see," said Don's smiling mouth.

"Shaddup," I hushed and kissed him, feeling up his body and raising
goosebumps on his skin as I humped his crotch. Yup, my brother was getting
aroused.

He moaned and I pulled his shirt the rest of the way off, chucking it. His
arms came around me. I pushed in hard with my mouth, putting him flat on
his back again.

"You're getting strong lil' bro," he observed, kneading my shoulders with
an appreciative eye.

I gave him a wolfish grin. "What d'you expect to happen with all that
protein you've been feeding me?"

Don looked at me with hot eyes. "Maybe it's time you gave some back."

I kissed down his body until I came to his bulging crotch. Wordlessly, I
undid the pant strings and tugged his shorts off. There was no underwear. A
moment later I was naked too. My dick wasn't as big as Don's, or as
curvy. And yet my brother was staring at mine with apprehension written
clear across his face. Sheesh. It was like the guy had never seen his
little brother's dick before. I had to pick up one of Don's legs and suck
his big toe to snap him out of his trance.

"Mmm. I like when you do that," Don murmured, his cock twitching. I moved
on to his other big toe. Then it was time for meatier stuff.

"Let's 69," I said, and we slid into position like the practiced lovers we
were. I got on top and bent forward. It was the best way to end up with
both our mouths chomping on cock.

The first trick of a good cocksucker was drenching the cock in saliva. My
big brother had one heck of a curved shaft and a head that flared more than
most, so getting all that surface area coated took some doing. I liked to
lick in stages, starting with the base where his dark pubes ended and his
cock was thickest and working my way up. Usually by the time I got to Don's
cock head, he'd be leaking precum all over. All that sweet juice for the
taking.

By the time Don's cock started leaking, he was already done prepping my
cock and was taking it down his throat. It was a skill my big brother had
only mastered recently, after a fair bit of determination on his part, but
that wasn't to say it was all selfless. Don didn't suck my cock just
because it brought me pleasure, but because it pleased him too.

Don was doing to my cock what he did often, which was to pull all the way
out after taking it down his throat and then give it a critical, appraising
look, as though it was a piece of handiwork he was crafting. He'd turn my
cock this way and that, catching the light on my warm, saliva-soaked skin,
making sure it was nicely coated, licking where it wasn't, making me moan
with pleasure all the while. Good sucking made my cock bigger, firmer,
closer to cumming, and Donovan derived satisfaction from this.

I was the same way. We both believed a quality cock was a well-sucked cock,
but today was a special day. I let go of Don's cock and did something I
rarely did; I lifted up my brother's ass, bent over, and started licking
his crack.

"Mmmrr!" was Donovan's muffled exclamation.

Donovan's outer sphincter was made up of little folds of sensitive skin,
all radiating outwards from his hole and covered in a fine dusting of brown
hair. JC had said that our asses were probably the most similar body part
Don and I had. I dipped my tongue into the hole, making circles around
it. And then when I had it nice and moist, I blew over it.

My dick popped out of Don's mouth and he bellowed, "Uuuhh! Holy shit!"

I chuckled. It was one of the little tricks JC had taught us. When I'd
asked how a total bottom like him knew so much about asses, he'd flashed me
a dimpled smile and said, "Even tops like being rimmed."

I sat up, grabbed the bottle of lube on the nightstand, and moved around
till I was kneeling facing him. I licked and blew his puckered hole a few
more times, making Don do sharp intakes each time. His hands clenched the
bed sheets, making his forearms bulge. Applying a good dollop of lube
directly on his sweet little opening, I slowly rubbed it in with my
fingers. I tried penetrating his sphincter with my index finger, but he was
just too tight. His eyes were screwed shut.

"Relax, Don," I said as soothingly as I could, stroking his thigh, his
stomach.

"I'm trying," he huffed.

With a finger still pressed against his hole, I leaned over and kissed him
on the mouth. Then I whispered in his ear, "Relax, big brother... It's not
incest if it's just my finger."

That did it. I pushed and my finger slid in. Don moaned. I moved my finger
around slowly, in and out. Looking for it. He was so friggin' tight. And
then I found it.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" yelled Don, his hand grabbing my thigh. "EASY! You
gotta...UUH!"

I'd found his prostate. I was a little nub in Don's hot, velvety anal
cavity. I was hardly touching it at all. I kept the pressure light, but
eventually one finger became two (though I had to take off the ring
first. Losing it inside Don's snug, lubricated anal cavity would have been
problematic.) I stroked Don's cock once in a while, but I decided I really
didn't need to. It was staying pretty hard. Bit by bit I was widening my
brother for rear entry.

The sun was long gone now, leaving just candlelight and shadow.

 "You OK?" I wanted to know.

"Yeah," he managed, though it was strained. "Feels kinda good."

I grinned. It was what I wanted to hear. I withdrew my fingers, dribbled
some lube on my cock and stroked it. It was pretty good lube and it had
been warmed by the tropical heat.

"Shit," was all Don said, staring with brown eyes big like a moose. He
licked his lips and his cock lurched. A moose in heat, apparently.

I crawled on top of him, lifting both his heavy legs onto my shoulders. We
kissed, our mouths meshing and devouring like the horndog males we were. My
cock was wedged between his crack. I started sawing away, rubbing it up and
down, teasing like he'd done a hundred times to me. You learned a thing or
two from your older brother after you'd been fucked on a regular basis by
him for a couple years.

I sat back on my hunches and said, "Flip over, bro. It's easier this way."

He turned, exposing a massive back that tapered to a narrow waist before
swelling again to become a perfect ass. This clean-cut stud was about to be
fucked for the first time, and I was the guy to do it. I was feeling pretty
lucky. And it didn't hurt that we happened to be in love either.

I stroked that back with one hand while I used my cock to tap Don's ass
with the other. I gently nudged at his opening, but he was clenched too
tight. Evidently my brother needed to be sweet-talked.

"Easy there, big guy." I coaxed. "Just let it go. You're my big brother, my
tough guy. It's the real thing, just like you wanted, but it's nothing you
can't handle. It'll just be the tip..." I started pushing. "...It ain't
incest if it's just you're brother's tip." As soon as I said the last bit,
I could feel him give and the head of my cock slide in. Just like I knew it
would.

"Awwwwww!" Don yawled, his thick torso going rigid from having a cock
stretch him for the first time in his life.

I sympathized, I really did. But I wanted more of that heat, to feel more
of his anal muscle sliding around my cock. So I put both hands on Don's
waist and pushed in some more. I'd gone a good three inches in when Don
suddenly yelped, "STOP! Pull out! Pull out! Fuckin'—" I started pulling
out, but then Don hollered, "Wait! UHH...Fuckin' feel like I'm gonna shit
myself... Go back—", so I reversed course and pushed back in, and this
time I managed to go in deeper than before. Don yelled again, so I switched
strokes again, pulling out but not all the way, nice and slow, feeling the
pleasure building.

After that, either he quit making sense or I quit listening because all I
knew was that I'd found a rhythm and I was breaking my brother in. I was
taking my big-muscled, hockey-jock brother's virginity with every
well-lubed thrust of my raw cock. Nice, clean, bareback sex. I must have
been doing it for a while by the time I realized my cock was going all the
way in and I'd made a tight, slick toy out of my brother's ass.

Sweat dripped off our bodies. It made the contours of Don's muscles stand
out in the shifting shadows as he flexed and howled. Don's ass stayed up,
which was good, made him easier to screw, though the slope of his back kept
changing. Sometimes he'd be rigid on straight arms, his fists on the bed,
looking straight ahead and grunting. Other times he'd be biting the
sheets. I reached around to touch him. My plowing action was making my
brother's giant dong swing at the air like a battering ram.

I wasn't going to last long. I'd already made up my mind to cum inside my
brother. It was just a question of technique. What was the best way to
breed him? I wanted to make it a good load. The kind of thick, viscous load
that was sure to stay in him for a good long while. First impressions
mattered and virgin asses had long memories. We all remember the first time
our partners gave us their wet offering.

Donovan turned to look at me. "You like fucking me, little bro?" He lowered
his head and groaned. "You're top dog tonight." He started stroking his
cock. "But naw... Maybe we should stop, little bro. You shouldn't be
fucking your big brother bare like this. It's wrong..." He groaned again,
stroking hard and fast.

There wasn't anything right about any of this. But Donovan was mine
now. His body was the body I was meant to use, his hole the hole I was
meant to breed. This sweat, this smell, this heat, was all an expression of
that certainty. Real sex, real love, had nothing to do with right or
wrong. It was all about feeling and knowing. Like feeling his sphincter
constricting, feeling his body trembling, knowing my brother was cumming,
knowing I'd made him cum.

"So wrong..." gasped my brother between hoarse pants and spurts of
splattering cum.

"Nah... S'alright bro," I grunted, cum surging up my balls. "It's only
incest if I cum inside you." And then I was blasting it in, chugging
protein into my brother's well-used rectal tunnel, exchanging salty fluids
like they say we shouldn't, not between brothers. Semen and sperm went
straight into his thick-muscled body, all of it, because Don was too tight
for any of it to leak. Maybe one day it would.

Donovan finally collapsed onto his stomach, ass and all, and me on top of
him. My brother moaned softly as I shifted and my cock slid out. I was
totally drained. Topping was too much work. Maybe I'd stick to bottoming.

Like hell I would.

We dozed.

***

I was the first to wake up. Light pierced the venetian blinds and fell on
our bodies in soft glowing bars. It could only be an hour or so past
dawn. Apparently I'd been drooling on my brother's shoulder. I looked down
and then up at the mirror on the ceiling. JC was right. Our asses did look
the same. The only difference was that Don's ass was pink and freshly
fucked.

I rolled off and Don snorted awake. He looked at me with one eye open.

"Mornin," I said, yawning.

"You fucked me," he said in his gravelly voice, a hint of accusation in it.

"I did," I agreed happily.

Don started to roll onto his back but I put a hand on his ass to stop
him. "No, don't. The cum stays in longer if you lie like this."

Don grimaced. "Does it always feel this way after?"

I rubbed circles around his ass. "You get used to it."

"No way you're fucking me again. Not for a year, at least!"

I chortled, "You mean like a moratorium?"

"Yeah, bro!" he said emphatically, though I had my doubts he even knew what
the word meant. My big brother was no literary genius.

"If it makes you feel any better, my cock's sore too." It was true. "It
wasn't meant for something that tight."

Don started playing lazily with my limp dick. I ran a finger up my
brother's spine, my mind wandering in a direction I didn't want to go. But
there was no putting it off and this was as good a time as any.

"Don?" I said finally.

"Yeah?"

"What are we going to do about Owen?"

Don rolled onto his back so he could look at me expectantly. "What d'you
mean?"

Owen had been at the top of my mind from the day Ashley left him on our
doorsteps. Donovan had wanted to take him in the very day he'd got his
clean bill of health from the hospital. Dad had been resistant,
naturally. But in the end Mom seemed to have prevailed on him to agree that
the best course of action was for us to take Owen in and raise him as our
own. There was also our half-sister Liz to factor in. With three kids under
the age of five already there was no way she'd take a fourth. But until we
were settled, Owen would stay with Liz, and Mom would take time off work
from the Bale Market to help out.

As for me, well, I was just scared shitless. And I'd told Don as much.

It was partly because of Owen that we decided to quit our jobs and move to
Kelowna. It was a good place to raise a family, a brand new life for
us. Somehow Don would have to find a job, and somehow I'd have to make it
as an independent artist. Sure, I knew it was the right thing to do. The
problem was that Don seemed blithely oblivious to what raising a kid
entailed. It drove me nuts.

I ran my fingers through my hair. "We're getting Owen in three weeks."

Don shrugged, "So?"

"Don... We don't know the first thing about raising a kid."

Don knitted his brow, "I think we know something about love. Haven't we had
this convo before?"

"I mean practical stuff! Like what to feed him, how to make him sleep, what
to do when he cries, I don't know if I can handle all that!" A thought
crossed my mind. "Heck, what the hell we going to do if he gets sick?"

"We take him to the doc, I guess. Isn't that what we're supposed to do when
a kid gets sick?"

"Dude! It's not that simple! And what about money, huh? What the heck are
we going to do about money?"

"We'll find it," he shrugged again.

"What," I laughed incredulously. "At the end of the rainbow?"

"Bro, aren't you, like, an artist? You should be Kambayaing and shit," he
smiled easily, stroking my stomach.

"Fuck Don! I'm serious!" I jumped off the bed and started pacing. The more
I thought about it, the more worked up I was getting. We were going to be
terrible parents. Terrible gay, fucked-up, parents.

And then Donovan was holding me. "Darren. Hey," he said seriously.

I stopped.

He looked me in the eye. "Take a big breath. Do it," he commanded.

I breathed.

"Now," he said slowly. "We've still got a month to set up our new place. I
know you've been reading baby books. And you made me watch those
videos. Mom and Dad are going to bringing Owen, and then they're going to
stay with us for a week. They'll teach us what we need to know. And we can
always phone them or Liz after if we get questions. We've got a great
family, Darren. It'll all work out. Trust me in this. Trust in us."

He kissed me sweetly, and for a moment, I believed him.

Suddenly, Don's face took on a pained expression.

"SHIT!" he swore with feeling, turning to run. "Your cum! It's coming! It's
COMING! I'm never letting you fuck me again!" he shouted before slamming
the bathroom door.

***

"Aw shit, bro!" yelled Donovan. "Go for it! ...Go for it! ...Your cock
feels so good! I'm gonna fuckin' CUM, AW SHIT AW SHIT!"

It was three days later – the last night of our honeymoon on
St. Bart's. We were in missionary position and Donovan had just shot his
second load of the night. I'd already cum inside him.

Suddenly, my cell on the nightstand started playing Beethoven. It was JC. I
hit the speakerphone with my cock still in my brother.

"Hey," I said, still breathing heavily. We were covered in sweat.

"Howdie folks! How y'all doing?" For some inane reason JC had acquired a
southern accent. I slid out of Don and he groaned. JC's voice went hushed,
his accent gone. "Wait, are... are you guys having sex?"

Neither of us answered right away. Don, his forearm covering his eyes, was
still having minor convulsions. I let his feet down from my shoulders and
sat on my hunches.

"I bred him," I said at last.

"Holy shit!" JC swore. "You can't just–" Suddenly there was a grunt,
followed by static and heavy breathing. Then JC was back in a breathless
voice. "Hey guys, I gotta let you go. I just came in my pants. In the
middle of the street here in Mexico. Congrats on getting him to bottom,
Darren. I'll catch up with you two lovebirds later, `k?"

He hung up.

"Would you look at that," I smirked. "I just made two guys cum in under a
minute. You think this means I got a future as a top?"

"Shuddup. You sucked," croaked Don.

"You came twice," I reminded him laconically.

"I said shut up! You broke the moradorium. I'm going to sleep." He closed
his eyes.

"You're the one who wanted to bottom! And it's `mora-TOR-ium'...with a–"

That's when my brother slammed a pillow into my face. Then he manhandled me
into a spooning position. He was still smiling when he fell asleep. I must
have drifted off soon after, because I had an awesome dream.

But where life ended and the dream started, I couldn't say.