Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2004 20:41:08 EST
From: Ted Adams <Storywounder8@aol.com>
Subject: Return of the lost brother :part 1 (T/t,mast,oral,anal,incest)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males.  If
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     This story is about how my brothers and my relationship change through
out our lives.

     My name is Tim and we have to go back a few years. I was fifteen and
belong to a very wealthy family. At that time there was only the three of
us. Dad, Mom, and me, but we had two house cleaners and a maid named
Sally. Sally was always nice to me. She was also the one who took care of
me most of the time when mom and dad would go out, sometimes for days on
end. But this story isn't about her. Like I said I was fifteen and half
when my mother sat me down and told me that she had gotten pregnant. This
came as a shock to me as it was to my parents because my mother had her
tubs tied a year after I was born. They were good parents to me when I was
little, but nether one of them ever wanted kids and they had been looking
forward to going back to the way they were before I came into there
life. My dad was a very big attorney for a big law firm here in Los Angles
California. He's been telling me that I was going to follow in his foot
steps ever since I was born. He'd been setting collage up for me every
since then to, the same one he went to.

     Five months and two weeks after my mother told me and just before my
sixteenth birthday, Mickey, my baby brother was born. At first I thought he
was cute, but that would change quickly. By the end of that school year
which was my sophomore year he had only turned six months old and I had
already begun to hate him. For some reason just after he turned six months
old everything that went wrong and everything I did, in my parents eye's
was either my fought or wrong in some way. It didn't matter if I wasn't
even in the house it was still my fought. For some reason after my brother
was born over night I became my parents escape goat. Sally had a real
problem with this and tried standing up for me one day and ended up being
dismissed as my mother put it. After that I became the one who had to watch
Mickey while my parents went out and take care of him all summer when I
wasn't in school.

     Over the next few years things wouldn't change much. I didn't think
things could get worse but once he started walking and things in the house
started braking it surly did. My parents had bought this house, this great
big house of there dreams, that they wanted for years but waited until they
thought I was old enough to appreciate it. We had only moved into it just
two years before my mother found out she was pregnant. Now we had this
little kid who seemed like his only goal in life was to destroy everything
in sight. Looking back I now know that I could have watched him a lot
better then I did and maybe he wouldn't have smashed so many of my parents
pride possessions, But I was seventeen in my Jr year at high school and the
last thing I want to do was watch him.

     As time went on things would go from bad to worse. Somehow by the age
of only one and a half that little shit figure out that no matter what he
did wrong I was the one who got in to trouble for it. I remember our
family's dinners he would be sitting across the table from me throwing food
at me or my parents or anything else in the room and I'd be trying to
ignore him and the next thing I knew my mom would be telling me to stop
antagonizing him. I'd start to argue with her that I hadn't even looked at
him but then my dad would always start in saying I always say that. This
would end up reminding me years to come of Bill Cosby's the same thing
happens every night because it just about did. Just Mickey would only get
worse as he got into his two's. He learned at a very young age for some
reason in my parents eye's he couldn't do anything wrong. This became so
apparent to everyone around us even my parents closets friends started to
keep their distant. Why Sally only lasted six months after Mickey was born
and why my parents would end up going through at least a dozen house
keepers in the next two years.

     I to had had it with my parents and Mickey. I couldn't wait to finish
high school so I to could get the hell out. If anything was good about the
situation it was that I wanted out so bad I made sure my grades were the
best they could be. The day after graduation, Graduating with high honors I
packed my stuff put it into my full size Cheve truck my dad gave me for a
graduation present and headed for my grandfathers on my fathers side who
live in New York. I figured this was the best place to hang out into
collage began and this way I got out of watching Mickey all summer.

     I would only return again about seven months later for the last time
for more then four years. I returned on charismas during my first year of
collage. Upon my return my brother had turned four. I had hoped since we
hadn't seen each other for months things would be different. But time only
seemed to make things worse. Mom and dad hadn't been able to get a house
keeper to stay more then a week for months. Pulling up to the house I
couldn't believe it was the same place I left. The grounds around the house
were a wreck and I knew I was going to here it. When I walked in I was
expecting at least a hello before being told about their problem's they
were having with Mickey, but boy was I badly mistaken. My father and mother
went right into me the second I walked through the door on how all this was
my fought. That Mickey's behavior was the direct result of my bad example
and not watching him when I was suppose to. I would find out later from my
grandfather that Mickey had already been thrown out of two different
preschools, the last one that day. I was so shocked at first I just stood
there and listened to the two of them screaming at me. Mickey was the one
to bring me out of it when he threw his juice cup at me spilling it all
down the front of me. I just looked at him standing there with this kind of
smile on his face daring me to do something. But before I could even think
of what I wanted to do to him mom spoke up saying something to the sort see
what you've done to him. I really can't tell you exactly what was said. I
was so mad at the time I wasn't listening to her. Well from there words
were said and then I turned around and walked out. After that day I
wouldn't see or speak to any of them again for four years.

     Except for the checks I would receive from them each month for living
expensive I didn't hear from them and at the time I was glad. I was so mad
at the three of them I almost didn't even want there money either, but I
knew I wouldn't be able to finish school without it. Luckily for me
finishing school was one of the most important things to my parents so even
without hearing from me my tuition also was still being paid. I studied
hard and graduated from collage. Neither of my parents nor my brother
showed up for my graduation.

     After graduation I said goodbye to my friends and moved to New Jersey
just outside New York city. I wanted to see if I could land a job in one of
the bigger New York companies. I had studied business law at school instead
of criminal like my father wanted, main reason was because that's what he
wanted. I had saved as much of the money mom and dad had sent me over the
years for this time. Because I thought and was right that once school was
over the checks stopped, actually they stopped two months before. I soon
found out that none of the bigger companies in New York city wanted a kid
right out of collage.

     It had been almost two weeks since I started looking and decided to
just get a job any where until I got the one I wanted. I applied and got a
job at the local Wal-mart store and with in two months was moved up to
assistance manager and after seven months into manager. According to the
regional manager I became there youngest manager ever. Even though this
wasn't the job I had in mind I found I liked it. Everything was going good
I moved into my own house and started dating a real nice girl from work.

     It was my girl friend Jenny that convinced me to contact my parents
almost four years after our charismas argument. I couldn't figure out how
to do this and she came up with the idea of the two of us sending my
brother a birthday present. It was Just after Thanksgiving and his birthday
was on the 18th of December. Jenny picked out a birthday card while I
picked out a remote control car. I told Jenny this was worth a try but
knowing how my parents were with me he probably all ready had the
car. Presents was one of the things both my parents loved to do. We sent
the present and card out one week before his birthday and much to my
surprise received a thank you card back. Jenny was surprised it was from my
parents and not my brother. I was surprised to receive anything at all. In
the card we received from my parents was a note from my mother apologizing
for what happened over four years ago. Mom pleaded over and over for me to
call them or to send them my number and they'd call me. After getting past
my stubborn streak and a lot of nagging by Jenny I called them. I was
surprised to death that they were happy to hear from me. We talked for
hours mom, dad and I. I told them about Jenny, school and the job I ended
up getting. My parents talked mostly on how wrong they were in blaming me
for Mickey's behavior. Mom went on to tell me that Mickey was doing better
but still had a long ways to go. When I got off the phone I was happier
then I had been in years. I had set it up with my parents that Jenny and I
would fly out to stay with them sometime in the beginning of February once
Jenny and I could get off work. I had already asked for her and I to have
new years off because we were going to Florida and had traded Christmas
holidays in order to get it, so our trip out west would have to wait a
little.

     Christmas came and we received presents from mom, dad, and Mickey. It
would be only a couple days before we would receive thank you cards from
them on the gift we sent. I personally got a thank you e mail from
Mickey. I was really surprised and wrote him back at once. This started a
kind of pen pal relationship between Mickey and me. His last e mail I got
two days before new years he told me how he was going over to a friends
house for the night for the first time and how they were going to
Disneyland for the new years eve party. My mom and dad must have been glad
this left them by them self on new years eve.

     The day before new years Jenny and I flew down to Florida for four
days and we had a blast. First we went to the beach and then to Disney
world. For a new years eve present I got her a engagement ring which she
excepted happily. Life seemed to be going great. That is until we returned
home.

     When we arrived home I had a message on my answering machine from my
dad's attorney telling me to call him ASAP. He didn't say anything else but
I could tell it was urgent. My first thought was, what did my brother do
now. But I wasn't even close. Even though it was late our time they were
three hours behind us so I knew it was only eight o'clock his time. I
excepted to get an answering phone but was surprised when a women said
hello. I told her who I was and before I could say anything else she told
me to hold on and yelled a man's name.

     A man picked up the phone and told me his name was Steven Berry and
that he was my father's attorney. I told him I knew that and that we met
about ten years ago. He said he didn't think I'd remember but was glad I
did. To put his story short he told me that my parents had been killed in a
car accident on new years eve. Listening to him tell me the details I was
shocked and to say the least mad. I had just gotten back in touch with them
made up after four years and was looking forward to see them again and now
they're dead. The attorney started in on a lot of legal stuff about my
parents will and I was still in shock I think because I wasn't really
listening to him when he asked what I planned to do with my
brother. "What!" I yeld. I hate to admit it, but I had completely forgotten
about him until he mentioned it.

     "Well right now he's in foster care and I wouldn't advise leaving him
there any longer then you have to."

     I was still upset and snapped back saying. "What am I suppose to do
about it." The attorney sounded a little upset with his next statement.

     "Well your parents left you as his guardian."

     "They what?" I know it wasn't the best answer but I was more surprised
then you could imagine. "I've hardly spoken to them in over four and a half
years and I haven't spoken to Mickey in four years so how could they
possibly leave me as his guardian." I said.

     "Well I guess this will let the two of you catch up on things then
won't it."

     I started to argue with him because at that moment I wanted nothing to
do with Mickey but he then explained to me that if I didn't take him then
the state would have no choice but to do so. My mom and dad were both only
children and now all our grandparents were dead so the attorney was right
in pointing out that I was his only living relative. With very mix feelings
I agreed and told him I'd be there to pick him up.

      Jenny was right next to me listening to every word I said and once I
hung the phone up she wanted to know who I was picking up. When I told her
my brother she went nuts. She had never met him, but unfortunately I had
told her all the horror stories about him. It took some doing, but I did
manage to calm her down. After making my plane arrangements for the first
thing in the morning. I had to call our regional Manager to explain why I
wasn't coming to work for a few days or at least I thought would me a few
days. He was much older and experienced at these sort of things and told me
I had better plan on being there for at least a month. I had forgotten it
was now my responsibility to take care of my parents stuff and their
house. But he was great with his advise and told me to just keep him
informed.

     After my five hour fight and one hour lay over in Chicago I arrived at
LA just past one the next day. My dad's attorney Steve, which I soon would
be calling him, met me at the airport. After the usual greetings we left
the airport.

     "I think the first thing we should do is to go get your brother and
then we'll head over to my office." Steve Said.

     "What ever you think is best." I said. I still wasn't sure how I felt
about this new situation I was thrown into. Yes, I did love the little pain
in the but in a way, but I just knew he hadn't changed.

     Steve pulled up to a house in a low budget housing track to put it
nicely. Getting out I knew right away that this probably didn't go over
very well with Mickey. He's been a rich pamper kid all his life. I was glad
to see this though because my house back home was no rich kid house
either. Steve walked up to the front door with me right behind him and rang
the door bell. A nice looking women who look in her forty's answered the
door. Steve gave the women his card and told her he was the one who she
talked to on the phone about the Anderson's boy.

     "Oh yes" she said and invited us in. Except for the toy's in the
family room the house reminded me of mine, but I didn't have a swimming
pool in my backyard. There was about six to seven kids in the back yard
playing of all ages ranging from eight to fourteen, but none of them looked
like Mickey. I know I hadn't seen him since he was four, but still I could
tell they weren't him.

     Steve and the lady who told us her name was Betty were talking until I
accidentally interrupted them by thinking out load.

     "I don't see him out there." I said. I was actually talking to my self
and just said it out load.

     Betty quickly told me that Mickey had gone into his room yesterday and
had refused to come out and play with, let me see how'd he put it she said
"these bum's."

     You didn't have to be a brain surgeon to figure out his remark was
very insulting to her. "I'm sorry about that." I quickly said, but before I
could finish she said.

     "Steve are you sure this is Mickey's brother?"

     "Yes." Steve said.

     "You'd never know it, because in the three days Mickey has been here
he has said nothing nice and I have never heard him apologize to anybody."

     I quickly explained to her how I hadn't seen or talked to Mickey for
years.

     "Well then your in for quite a treat then." She said.

    We talked for a few more minutes and I finally decided to stop stalling
seeing him and asked her which room Mickey was in. She pointed to the only
shut door in the hallway and I went over to it, knocked lightly and opened
it. The second Mickey saw me if looks could kill I'll most definitely be
dead. Because the look on his face told me I was the last person in the
world he wanted to see. I had been thinking every since I found out I was
coming to get him what I was going to say and even now had no idea. But
before I spoke he did.

     "What the hell are you doing here?" he said in a very harsh voice.

      Looking at him I could see he had a split lip and a black eye but
except for that he looked okay.

     "Why'd you come, why didn't mom or dad come and pick me up."

     I looked to Steve and betty in shock. Turning around I walked to Steve
but he knew my question before I asked it.

     "We picked him up from his friends house and we all thought it would
be best for him if you were the one who told him." Steve said.

     I then reminded him in how long it had been since I had seen Mickey,
but before we could talk anymore about it Mickey came out carrying his
suitcase.

     "Are we ready to go?" Mickey asked.

     "Yes I do believe so." Answered Steve.

     We all headed towards the front door with Betty trying to get Mickey
to talk to her. She kept asking question on if he had everything and
stuff. When we were getting into the car I thanked Betty for watching
Mickey and tried to get him to do the same but his answer wasn't what I
hoped for.

     "I'd rather die." Was all he said to her as he got into the car.

     Steve drove for about ten minutes in complete silence. I was deep in
thought thinking how I was suppose to raise this child when I hated
everything about him. His attitude was so ridicules, I don't know how my
parents stood it. But my thoughts must have been obvious because Steve said
to me "Don't worry he'll come around."

     After about forty five minutes we pulled into my parents driveway. It
had been so long since I last saw the house it looked different some
how. Mickey jumped out of the car and ran up to the front door before Steve
even parked the car. "If it's okay with you can we do the paper work
tomorrow?" I asked. "Because this isn't going to be easy telling him."
"Okay, just try and make it as settle as you can." Steve said this as he
handed me the key to the front door. Meeting Mickey at the door he
said. "They're not home the door's locked. "I know." Was all I could
say. "How do you know?" He asked. I unlocked the front door and walked
inside. "Come in here and I'll tell you." Mickey walked in and I waved
goodbye to Steve before shutting the door. I proceeded into the house and
sat down on the living room couch. "What are you doing. You know mom
doesn't like anyone in here unless." I interrupted him and said in the
calmest but firm voice I could manage. "Mickey, please sit down." Much to
my surprise he listened and sat down. "Mickey there isn't a easy way to say
this, so here it is. Mom and dad were killed in a car accident on new years
eve and that's why you had to go to Betty's and why I'm here." Mickey stood
back up shaking his head. "No your lying." He said still in a calm
voice. "No Mickey I'm not, I wish I were." Mickey just kept shaking his
head still saying no his voice rising with each word. "Mickey why else
would I have picked you up unless something had happened to mom and dad."
What I said must have started to sink in because tears started to run down
his face. I tried to reach out and hold his hand but he turned away from me
and ran up the stairs crying. I now know I should have ran after him but I
didn't because I wouldn't see him again till the next morning.

     The next day I drove my fathers Hummer to Steve's office and took care
of the paper work he had for me. I'd say one thing my parents had set my
brother and I up well. Between what they had in trust for us and the life
insurance policy, we would both get ten million a piece. Of course Mickey
wouldn't get his until he was at least eighteen but it was up to me because
I could extend that up to twenty five if I felt it was necessary. The house
was given to me for us to live in but I knew I want to go back home so I
decided to sell it. The realtor I showed the house to told me I could
easily get three million for it.  For the next three week Mickey and I went
through everything in the house and except for s few things I wanted for my
house like the TV and all of Mickey's stuff we sold everything else. I kept
the Hummer though I planed on driving Mickey and me home in it. My dads
other three car's I sold. Unfortunately they were in his Corvette that
night.

     The day I had planed us leaving came and having packed everything I
wanted and Mickey wanted into a moving truck we got into my dad's Hummer
and left. The Moving company said it would take them six to seven days to
get to my house but I knew I could do it in four to five. Our first stop
was a toy store so I could get Mickey some new games for his game boy to
help give him something to do. But even that only lasted just over an hour,
we'd hadn't even left LA county before he said he was bored with them.

     By the end of the first day I stopped in the middle of New
Mexico. These dam western states are big compared to the one's in the
east. We were in the middle of our second day and some where in Oklahoma
when Mickey finally asked me where we were going. "I have a house in New
Jersey." I said "and that's where were heading." "You own a house." He said
this like it was a shock but I said yes. "I bought it only about three
months ago." "Yea, with mom and dad's money no doubted." I was kind a
surprised by his remark but thought to just put him right. "No I paid for
it myself." I said proudly." I was surprised but actually glad he was
talking to me, so really I didn't care what we talked about.

     Minutes went into hours as we went through the states. Mickey was
actually being a good kid, talking to me nicely about almost his whole
life. I even found out about some things about my parents I didn't know. We
pulled into my driveway a little past four in the afternoon five days after
we left California. "This is it?" Mickey said not to happily. Yep I said
and got out. I quickly showed him around the house, showed him Jenny's and
my room and the one that was going to be his. I went and called Jenny and
told her I was home. She told me she'd be home after work. I realized after
I got off the phone I hadn't told Mickey that Jenny live here with me
to. So I told Mickey this while we were unloading the car and I knew at
once it was a mistake. I learned that day, Mickey didn't share anything
well which included me.

     Jenny tried her best to get a long with him but he wanted nothing to
do with her. I'd talk to him and talk to him about how rude and most of the
time just plain mean. He would go out of his way to do anything that would
make her upset. Jenny took it for about three weeks until she gave me back
the ring, told me she couldn't take him anymore and moved out. Even though
she knew I would like to, she knew I wouldn't get ridge of him and I think
Mickey knew it to. One thing my parents knew I got from them was I was
always responsible and I knew they expect me to keep him.

     I was slowly losing everything that I had worked for, first Jenny, my
friends and then my job. I might have been the fastest young employee to
move up and I bet I was also the fast to move back down. Because of all the
time I would have to leave work because of Mickey being in trouble at
school at home or in town I went from a the stores manager back down to a
stock boy in just over a month. I know with all the money that was left for
us why did I need it, it was simply I liked it.

     Since I lost Jenny, my job and most my friends, I decided the best
thing to do for him and I was to move. No one around our house seemed to
like us anyway. After only two months of being home my parents house in Ca
sold and I had received the check about a month ago. I knew the 2.9 million
dollar check would easily buy us a nice house in the country.  So on a
Saturday morning, I put Mickey in the Hummer and we headed for
Pennsylvanian. I had decided I wanted to try the country because I knew I
wanted no neighbors for Mickey to fight with. Mickey and I ended up finding
this house thirty miles east of Hershey Pennsylvanian. I like it because it
sat on one hundred and twenty five acres of land plenty of breathing
room. Mickey liked it because the house was pretty big, kind of reminded
him of home. It wasn't so formal but nice, it had six rooms which I had no
idea what to do with the others but who cared.

     Letting Mickey take a leave from school and with his help we had
everything packed up and were staying in our new house in just over a
month. Just like my parents I left my other house to be sold by a realtor.

     Since I allowed Mickey to help with the decorating, our house was like
one big toy room. We had bought every type of video game possible. We had
so much space we almost couldn't fill it. About a week after we had arrived
we went into Harrisburg to see a movie and on our way back past a four
wheeler shop. Before I knew it Mickey had talked be into buying two of
them. They were both Yamaha's, a little one for him and a bigger one for me
and of course a trailer to bring them home on. They ended up being a great
idea, it would bring us together in a way I would have never thought
possible. We had some much land to ride on with in just a few days even I
couldn't wait to get out and ride. To this day I don't know if it was the
four wheelers or that because we now had each other all to our selves and
were spending so much time together. I don't know but the change in him was
amazing.

     After being in our new house for two weeks, against his wishes I took
Mickey down to school and enrolled him. On the way I talk to him on how
this was a new start for him and to try and treat the other kids nice and
maybe he would make some new friends. I left him there on his first day and
went home.

     I now had nothing to do with Mickey in school. I found my self missing
him as I waited for him to come home. When I met him where the school bus
drops him off I was surprised and glad to see he was happy when he got off
the bus.

     "How was your first day at school?" I asked.

     "It was great." He replied.

      This surly came as a surprise. All the way back up to the house which
is about a ten minute ride on our property he told me about his day happier
then I had ever heard him. Once home Mickey immediately ran and jumped on
his four wheeler. I hadn't ridden all day either but had plans on working
on the house. But when he waived for me to join him I couldn't resist.

     We rode until it got dark, doing what he like best playing in the mud
and by the time we were down I couldn't tell were the four wheeler stopped
and Mickey began and I wasn't any better We kept trying to see who could
drive through the mud to the other side the fastest. Who knows who own I
only knew that we were a mess. It started to get dark so we started washing
the four wheeler under the light of the garage. Mickey hosed them off while
I was soaping them up. We had a pretty good system going until he got bored
and started spraying me instead. With in seconds we were into a water
fight. He had the advantage having the hose but I did pretty good with my
bucket. It actually helped get some of the mud off our clothes so I didn't
care. Mike continued spraying me until I was completely soaked so I took my
shirt off. Well it was a warm night and I knew no one could see us, that's
why I got this house so I kept going until I had taken everything
off. Mickey was a little surprised but I yelled at him to keep spraying me
so he could get the rest of the dirt off. After I felt I was clean I told
Mickey to do the same so I could get the mud off of him. I excepted him to
argue with me but instead he tore his clothes off faster then I did. I
hadn't seen him since he was a baby and was surprised how nice of a body he
had. I was even more surprised at my self for thinking it. I had never
played around or even thought of playing around with another guy to say
nothing about my own brother. I sprayed him until I thought I had all the
mud off taking longer then necessary so I could look him over. Once I
noticed Mickey was getting bored with our game I stopped and we quickly ran
to the house. I allowed Mickey to stay in front of me and again I was
surprised on how I liked watching his little cute but. I told myself that
it was because I hadn't had sex in over two months and hadn't jacked off in
over a week. I told Mickey to go take a shower and then we'll have
Dinner. I ran to my room which was the master bedroom and quickly took my
shower.

     The next couple of weeks went good, Mickey didn't get into trouble
once. I had put it into my head that it was because he was in a new school
and a way from the trouble makers at his old school. I would soon find out
though it was because he had me to himself.

     It was about three weeks since he started school when I was waken by a
noise coming from Mickey's room. Looking at the clock I saw it was two in
the morning. When I got to Mickey's room he was thrashing around and
yelling. It took me a second to realize he was dreaming, most defiantly
having a nightmare. Going to him I proceed to shake him awake which turned
out to be a challenge. After a good minute he awoke startled, seeing it was
me he threw his arm's around my neck and cried. It was now my turn to be
startled, I think it was the first time we ever hugged. I rubbed his back
and tried to comfort him as

we talked. When I asked what he was dreaming he told me it was about some
kid from school but I knew better. I just wasn't going to press it right
now. When he calmed down a few minutes later I head back to my room and got
back into bed.

     It was about ten minutes later I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking
up I saw it was Mickey.

     "What's up?" I said.

     "Can I sleep in here with you?" He asked.

     Being to tired to argue I said fine and moved over. I have a king size
bed so not like there wasn't enough room. But after Mickey got in he
snuggled right up against me, facing me. Once again I was surprised by the
feelings I quickly got and it took everything I had to shake them off. I
see now I should have pushed him away because doing nothing like I did gave
him the idea everything was okay.

     I was only wearing my underwear as was he. Still trying to keep
control of the feelings going through my body I had shut my eye's. The next
feelings that went through my body were so strong I was lost for ever. I
have problems putting into words how it felt when Mickey slowly started
stroking my dick. Opening my eyes I saw this look of complete satisfaction
on Mickey's face. What happened from here I couldn't have stopped in a
million years. As Mickey looked deep into my eye's he leaned forward bring
his lips with in a fraction of a inch of mine. My heart was racing a mile a
minute and I found myself wanting to kiss him so bad I could taste it. We
stayed like that for what seemed like hours until I felt his hand go under
my briefs. I couldn't take it any longer and pushed my lips to his. We
locked our lips together in the best kiss I had ever had. Our tongues met
and went wild. Before I knew what I was doing I had trusted my hands down
into his briefs grabbing his four inch rock hard cock. I couldn't believe
it, my brother had just started jacking me off and I was about to shoot all
ready. I had never come this quick before in my life. But before I could do
a thing to stop it I felt myself coming.

     When I finished and came back down from my high I saw Mickey licking
his hand clean, obvious liking it. I was so surprised I stared to ask him
if he had done this before when he put his finger to my lips hushing
me. Mickey pushed me onto my back and started to kiss my nipples, first one
then the other. I got rock hard again as he started down towards my
dick. When he took it into his mouth I thought I was going to blow right
then again but was just able to will my self not to. He sucked me to
another mind blowing orgasm, swallowing every last drop. I didn't know how
or with who but I knew my brother was no beginner. As I came back to I gave
into the feelings I had been having for weeks, pushing Mickey back onto the
bed and started at his mouth kissing him long and deep. Roaming down his
neck to stop and nibble on each nipple. His chest was so formed for a nine
year old I thought as I made my way down his hairless stomach. As I past
his navel I stopped and licked it. I was surprised not to receive even the
slightest giggle. I kissed all around were in time would be a lot of pubic
hair, down to his cute tight ball sack which contained to marble size balls
taking each into my mouth one at a time. I rolled each one around in my
mouth being surprised by his age how big they really were. Letting them go
I went for his perfect four inch cut because that's the way mom wanted us,
hairless penis. I had to stop and look at it, it was so perfect, he was so
perfect. I just could understand why I had never noticed before. It was
about as big around as my thumb and at least twice as long as I was at his
age. I think I was no bigger then two to two and a half at his age. Here he
was easily four. Taking it into my mouth I took it all, right down to the
base. Doing this I finally got a sound out of Mickey, he moaned with pure
pleasure.

     I suck him without mercy, all of a sudden I couldn't have enough of
him. I made him had three dry orgasms before I quit. By the end of the
first he was moaning loudly. By the end of the second he was yelling and by
the end of the third he was screaming. I waited for him to catch his breath
and come down from his high before I asked him how I was. He told me that
it was the best he had ever had.

     "What." I asked being surprised he had had it before.

     "Yea daddy never did it like that or that good."

     I sat there in disbelief staring at him as our life back home all of a
sudden made since why he could never do anything wrong. My face must have
said what I was felling because Mickey looked horrified.

     "Don't be mad, Please?" He said with a very concerned look.

     "I'm not mad, I'm just a little hurt that's all." Even when I said it
I couldn't believe I did. I was upset but not because dad did it with
Mickey but because he didn't do it with me.

      "Why would you be hurt?" Mickey asked with a puzzled expression.

     "Why!" I shouted. "Because dad did these things with you and not me
that's why. And why didn't he that's what I'd like to know."

     "Ho that's easy, because mom wouldn't let him that's why."

     "What, she new about you two?" I asked.

     "Well yea," Mickey said this like I asked a stupid question. "She'd
the one who started it."

      I was so stunned I didn't know what to say. So Mickey started to
explain

     "According to dad mom and him had had a few to many drinks one night
and when he went to check on her he found her sucking on her one year olds
penis. Dad told me how him and grandpa used to do things to and seeing us
made him want me to. After that night it would be an every few night
thing."

     I just couldn't believe I was learning all these things about my
parents, but it added up why Mickey was the way he was. The more I thought
about it the worse I felt until I couldn't hold back the tears that had
been fighting inside me. I quickly tried to get away from Mickey by moving
off the bed but he grabbed me from behind wrapping his arms arm my neck.

     "And where do you think you are going?" he said.

     "Let go" was all I could manage to say without letting on I was about
to cry.

     "No! you tell me what's the matter?"

     Fine I thought he'd asked for it by dam I was going to give it to
him. Eight years worth of built up anger. But I didn't realize just how
upset I really was. Pushing him away I jumped up and faced him.

     "What's wrong! You want to know what's wrong!" I screamed. "Fine I'll
tell you what's wrong. I now understand why I was treated like the dumb
servant, why mom and dad always looked the other way when you did something
bad that they would have killed me for. Why I couldn't do anything right
and why you couldn't do anything wrong. And worse of all why they did
everything they could to keep you and I hating each other. It was so I
wouldn't find out. If they would have just trusted me. I wouldn't have said
anything, but no instead they trusted you to keep their secret but not me."
I stood there crying like a baby with all the thoughts and feelings I had
over the past nine years came storming out of me at my brother. As my mind
slowly came back to the present and I realized Mickey was crying I quickly
wondered what had I done. Mickey had finally started acting like a normal
kid, finally opened up to me and here I stood yelling at him.

Sitting down beside him I took him in my arms and tried to apologize to
him.

     trusted me. I wouldn't hadg bored with our game

"Mickey I'm sorry. Please understand I'm not mad at you and I'm really glad
you now feel you can talk to me. I wasn't yelling at you, I was yelling at
life the way it was and I shouldn't have taken out on you."

     Mickey just looked at me for a second before saying.

     "It's okay you needed someone to tell how you really felt and I might
be a little kid but I can still listen. I could tell you weren't yelling at
me."

     I sat there puzzled as hell. How did this little annoying kid turn
into the child in front of me. I wanted to thank him but before I could
Mickey leaned in and planted the most lovingly kiss on my lips. I just
melted from the love he was showing me. How and from where it came from I
didn't know but for now I didn't care.

     Moving down my chest he once again took my dick into his mouth sucking
me back to life. I lied back and enjoyed the feelings he was giving me. But
as soon as I was hard he took my dick out of his mouth and lied on top of
me.

     "I want to show you what dads favorite thing to do was." He said this
with a big smile as he jumped off me and ran out of the room yelling he'd
be right back.

     I lied there thinking about what life would have been like if I had
done the things with my parents that Mickey did. But I didn't get to think
about it to long because Mickey was back in a flash. I watched as he poured
baby oil on my dick.

     "Dad and I like to use this stuff the best." he said as I watched.

     When he climbed back on top of me I had already figure out what he
planed to do. Mickey put one knee on each side of my hips and grabbed my
dick. Lining me up he placed my cock at the entrance to his love hole. I
was excepting him to go slow but was surprised me when he took me all the
way in in one quick thrust. I was in pure heaven as was Mickey. It only
took me a second to tell that Mickey was a pro at this. The feeling was
like nothing I had ever had. Mickey was so dam hot inside and tighter then
any pussy I had ever been in. Mickey started rocking back and forth and
with in a few minutes we had both lost complete control. I had started
pounding his ass from below bringing my hips up to slam into his bottom
while he gave me everything he had.

     When Mickey started coming the pulsing of his dick caused a clamping
affect that made me shoot the strongest load I had ever had.

     "So was that good for you?" he said with a smile.

     "Good is an under statement." I said. "You are the best I had ever
had."

     With that Mickey rolled off of me Planted another heart warming kiss
on my lips before he drifted off to sleep in my arms. I knew from that day
on I would never be sleeping alone again.


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