Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2010 04:18:55 -0400
From: demo 123 <demo.123@live.com>
Subject: Riding my brother - Gay incest fiction story

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story that no way embraces adult-minor
relationships, and is simply, "poetic license".

Chapter 1

My name is Danny, and I just turned fourteen. My birthday is right at the
beginning of summer, so it is a good time for me, even though school is
just around the corner. I live with my mom, my dad, and my two brothers.
We're your modern, pseudo-christian family that goes to church every
week. I don't mind it.

Since I was about eight years old I've shared a room with my older brother
Jim. He's three years older than me, so sharing a room didn't really bother
him until he hit high school. Still, he seemed to find a way around it. I
remember when he first started high school, and he used to bring girls home
really late, when he thought I was already sleeping. I don't know how many
times he actually got away with it, but it couldn't of been many, because I
can remember captivating nights of listening in the dark.

It was right around the time I turned fourteen that he started bringing
home others.

Like I said, we were pretty christian. So, when there was a lull in the
amount of girls Jim was bringing home, I was curious. Then one night, way
later than usual, he snuck into our room with someone. I laid back, putting
out some fake "zzz's". Then I heard it.

"Are you sure it's okay? Your brother is right there."

The voice was light, but I could tell right away that it wasn't a girl's.

"Yeah, it's fine." Jim said. "He sleeps like a log. Now hurry, I'm so
horny."

"Alright."

After a few minutes of shuffling, and the sound of soft kisses in the dark,
I could hear the bed springs bend. Then the creaked lightly again, then
again, and again, until it picked up a good rhythm. Thats when I got the
courage to take a peek.

It took my eyes a second to adjust, but sure enough, there was my older
brother Jim. He was tall, slightly lanky with short blond hair. He was
straddling a shorter, muscular latin looking man around the same age as my
brother. And there, Jim was slowly sliding in and out of his asshole,
fucking the other man.

I'd never seen anything like it.

I didn't even realize I was jerking off until I felt my muscles clench.
Looking down under the blankets, I felt and saw as I shot out a burst of
hot white cum. Thats when I heard - or didn't hear, so to speak, my
brother. Looking back up, I could see to sets of eyes looking over at me
from his bed.

"Danny?"

I paused, unsure of what to do. But finally, I gave in. "Yeah?"

There was a shuffle, and then I could hear the other man in the room. "I
have to go. Bye Jim."

"Wait!"

"No, sorry." He replied back curtly, exiting the room in a blur.

Afterwards, there was a long silence. Then, I felt I needed to say
something.

"I'm sorry."

"You should be." My brother responded with frustrated rage. "Now I'm left
hanging!"

I wasn't a fool, and I understood what he meant. "You didn't finish?"

"No you idiot. You ruined it."

I felt bad. Sure, I could have threatened something against him, tell our
parents about his boy toy. But then, I remembered how I had cum just
watching them, and I felt bad.

"Well why don't you just jerk it?" I asked.

"It's not the same. Just don't worry about it and go to bed." Jim said
sharply, rolling over.

I bit down on my lip, unsure of what to do. I chose to keep my mouth shut,
and after about fifteen minutes of silence, I could hear my brother quietly
snoring as he settle into bed. It was then I decided to pay him back.
Wasn't the same? Well, maybe I could make it the same.

Silently, I crept out of my bed and slid into his. I removed my boxers like
a pro, and then went to do Jim's.  To my delight, he hadn't redressed.
Carefully, I began to slowly stroke his cock while he slept. All the while,
I was remembering those nights in the dark, when he would bring people
home. The occassional peek I took, admiring my brother. Now I could help
him. It wasn't long until his cock was stiff and he was whispering in his
sleep. Slowly, I raised myself above him, and then lowered down.

I'd never felt such a deep pain before! But I gritted my teeth, pushing
further until I felt my bum cheeks slap his pubes. I hadn't realized how
much weight I had been pressing against Jim, because he stirred under me.

"Danny? Danny! What are you doing?" He asked, his hands flying to my hips.
I moved my hands onto his, and then began rocking, his cock painfully
sliding in and out of my ass. It hurt a lot, but I could feel a sense of
satisfaction behind it - like there was a pressure building behind my cock,
just waiting for Jim's dick to push the right button and make it explode.

After a while of laying there and letting me do my thing, Jim finally spoke
again. "Why are you doing this?"

"I..." I had to pause, take in a breath as I continued my pace on his
cock. "I felt bad. For ruining it for you earlier."

That seemed to appease my brother, because he didn't say anything again. He
just continued to let me rock, using his hands to help me with my lifts.
After about five minutes of me riding him, I felt his muscles tense up
beneath me. Then, blamo!

"Oh!" Jim croaked, gripping my hips tightly as he emptied his cum into me,
warming me from the inside.

We sat there, panting for a while in the darkness. Then Jim ushered me back
to my bed, rolled over, and went to sleep.

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