Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 04:17:27 -0500
From: fossie <fossie@gmail.com>
Subject: Summer of My 13th Year (incest, urination)

This is a work of fiction that portrays sexual acts between two brothers
aged 17 and 13.

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The summer of my 13th year proved to be rather eventful.  I was between
seventh and eighth grades, and having gotten through the tumultuous first
year of junior high school, I had no need to be nervous for the following
year, since it would be much of the same.  I did have friends at school,
people in classes I would talk to, joke around with, but outside of school,
I tended to keep to myself.  I was by no means quiet, or shy, but enjoyed
being on my own, keeping myself entertained.

My biggest entertainment?  Our family's computer and our recently obtained
internet connection.  At this time the internet was still relatively new,
for personal use, anyway, and I had just managed to convince my dad what a
great learning tool it would be, how much it would help with my and my
brother's schoolwork.

Complete bullshit.  I had heard from some guys about the availability of
porn, about chat rooms and message boards.

Most days my routine was to wake up, usually finding my brother still
asleep, still sleeping off whatever amount of alcohol he had drunk the
night before.  Jake was 17, going into his senior year, and was out
partying more nights than not.  He had a large group of friends, and
preferred to be out doing something social to hanging around the house on
his own, like I did.

During the summers he worked for a landscaping company that one of my dad's
friends owned.  Most weekdays he awoke at ten to go to work, leaving me
completely alone in the house for at least a few hours or so.  My dad
tended to come home from work earlier in the summers, sometimes around two
or three, but never before then, and my mom was at work until at least
four.  I delighted in these hours of solitude.  To hang out and sit at the
computer and look at porn.  The first time I did this, I only thought to
look at straight porn, at a guy and a girl, the girl sucking his dick, or
straddling him with his dick inside of her.  After a few days of this,
though, I began looking at pictures solely of men.  First just naked men
posing, then jerking off, and finally with other men.  I realized this is
what I liked, what got me the hardest, what I wanted to look at as I pulled
my four inch dick out of my shorts and jerked off until I came.

It was my simple routine, but it delighted me.

I would go out with friends once in a while to play video games, or go
swimming at the community pool, or at one of their pools, but mostly I was
inside on my own.

My brother and I shared a room, our house being pretty small.  My parents
were in the bedroom downstairs, which gave us our fair share of privacy.
Our room was pretty cool, being the original master bedroom of the house,
but given to us with the possibility in my parents' minds of having more
kids and having us all share, which never happened, thankfully.  Walking
in, there were our two beds, side by side with a space between for a
nightstand.  Jake's bed was on the left, against the wall, and mine on the
right.  To the right of my bed was a pretty large open spaced which had a
couple beanbag chairs and was usually strewn with dirty clothes, old shirts
and socks, my brother's balled up dirty boxers, and my old white briefs.
On the farthest wall to the right of our beds was our bathroom.  While we
shared both a bedroom and a bathroom, my brother and I were pretty private.
We would always keep the bathroom door shut unless just brushing our teeth
or something like that.  When we happened to be changing at the same time,
we didn't exactly turn from each other, but we didn't blatantly strip down
and look at each other either.  Of course I had seen him naked plenty of
times, and him me, either while changing, or going to and from the shower,
but it was never a big deal.

That is, until he started going through puberty.  He started getting
taller, leaner, more toned, and of course, his penis began to grow, as well
as his balls, and I watched, fascinated, as his pubic hair began growing
in, as well as the hair on his balls, and covering his legs and arms, and
the rather large bushes in his armpits.  I watched him a little too
closely, I think, because during this time, from when I was around 9 and he
was 13 or so, until he was about 14 or 15 and his penis, to me, was
massive, as were his balls, and he was broad shouldered and flat bellied
and toned and tanned and really fascinating to look at--during this time, he
began strutting around more and more, now dawdling as he got dressed after
a shower, sitting on his bed for a few minutes or so first and fiddling
with books or CDs before standing up and walking to his dresser, across the
room and bending over to pick out a pair of boxers as I was greeted with
the sight of his exposed ass, a little bit of hair in there too, and his
balls hanging down low between his hairy legs.  He smiled at this, at my
vain attempts to appear to be doing something else when in actuality I was
watching him intently.

That continued through his sophomore year of high school, a couple years
previous, when he stopped and just acted normally and I was left missing
the sight of his body, of his dick, of his flaunting.

That summer, though, changed everything, starting with one of the first
nights he stumbled into our room, drunk after a night out.  He collapsed on
his bed before tearing his clothes off himself, chucking them on the floor
between our beds.  I was turned away from him, but completely awake, it not
being too late.  So intrigued by the idea of watching him naked, I slowly,
with eyes closed, turned over to face his bed, putting on my best show of
being deeply asleep.

When I cracked my eyes very slightly, it was to find Jake on his back, his
hard, seven inch dick in his right hand, his eyes closed, as he slowly
pumped his dick, slowly stroked from base to head.  This continued for a
couple minutes, my brother jerking off, my watching him in the dark from my
bed.

At some point he must have noticed my eyes were partly open, and with a sly
grin on his face, he asked if I wanted to join him.  Now, my eyes jumped
open.  I had been so caught up in watching him jerk off, I hadn't noticed
him looking at me.  But now I saw that grin on his face, his eyebrows
raised enticingly, and I nodded and pushed the sheet off me and pulled my
underwear down.

"Cool," he said, turning away from me again and closing his eyes and
resuming his stroking.

I did the same, mimicking his position, jerking off my hard dick as he did
his, until only a couple minutes later when I spurted a small amount of cum
into my hands and turned to watch him finish.  He did, a minute later, his
face contorting, scrunched in determination as his hand flew up and down
his dick and his stomach rose and fell rapidly and with a grunt from his
throat, a jet of cum erupted from his dick and flew to his shoulder, and
then another, splattering on his chest, and another on his sunken belly,
and finally a few more that dribbled over his hand and into his pubes.

He sighed, still stroking his now cum covered dick for a minute, then
cleaned up with the tissues on our nightstand.  I did the same, still
watching his now deflating dick, until he pulled the cover back over him
and said, "Night, bro."

I was too excited to fall asleep right away.  I thought about what we had
done and wondered if we'd do it more, often, nightly.  I thought it was
cool we could do it together, since we both obviously did it separate.  I
felt like we had bonded, like we had recaptured a bit of our camaraderie
that had been lost as he got older.

But the next day, we went back to normal, just two brothers, separated by
four years, doing their own thing.  He woke up and went to work.  I hung
around the house.  He came home, sweaty, sunburned from working outside all
day, showered, ate dinner, then went out with friends.  The old routine.


A few weeks later, during the last week of June, I was asleep, on my side
and curled in the fetal position at the very left edge of my twin bed, away
from my brother's bed, as was my custom when sleeping.  The window between
our beds, above the nightstand, was opened wide, the early summer air
freely entering, though it was slightly warm and humid.

My brother was of course out, as he had been nearly every night since the
beginning of summer.  He and his friends went from house to house to get
wasted, whosever was empty for the night, or whosever had parents that
didn't mind kids drinking in their basement as long as they were safe and
not too loud.  He didn't come home a lot of the nights, letting my parents
know the night before that he was sleeping over at Conrad's house, or
Justin's, or more often than not, Jim's, because Jim had the entire
basement to himself, it being his room.

This night, though, my brother came home.  I was awakened by a car
announcing itself a block away by its music, and then by the car door being
slammed outside the open window.  My mind flashed immediately to the night
a few weeks prior.  The night he stumbled into the room and stripped down
in plain sight.  The night he lay atop the covers of his bed and began
jerking off.  The night he noticed me watching him and invited me to jerk
off with him.  It had been such a great experience, the two of us, jerking
off in front of the other: he his fully developed seven inch dick, me my
still pubescent four inch dick.

Hearing him struggle with his house keys at the front door, I remembered
that night.  Remembered how I had dribbled a small amount of cum into my
hand.  How I had continued watching him, as he continued jerking off, his
eyes firmly clenched shut, until finally he shot the hugest load of cum I'd
ever seen in high arcs up to his shoulder, then his chest, then his belly,
and finally all over his dick and hairy balls.

Downstairs, he finally mastered the front door and noisily shut it behind
him.  I continued lying in my original position, beneath the sheet,
seemingly fast asleep.  He rather clumsily mounted the stairs, making far
much more noise than needed to walk up ten steps.

He finally reached our room and nearly fell through the door as he threw it
open.  He giggled slightly at his imbalance, at his complete lack of
coordination, then shut the door quietly behind him.  I heard him kick off
his shoes and unzip his pants, heard them fall to the floor.  Heard what I
assumed was his shirt join the pile, then watched as he crossed the room to
the bathroom, passing my line of slight which was turned toward our
bathroom door, and away from his bed.  He flipped on the light, left the
door open.  He was shirtless, clad in boxers alone.  He looked into his
eyes in the mirror, swaying slightly on the spot.  Bending over the sink,
he splashed his face with water, his back taught, smooth, his spine showing
in the middle.  With the hand towel laying beside the sink he dried his
face, then stepped over to the toilet, lifting the lid with one hand and
lowering his boxers with the other, pulling his flaccid penis and balls
over the waistband.

Nothing for a second, until violently, piss erupted from the head of his
dick and splashed noisily into the water in the bowl.  He sighed
contentedly with the release of perhaps long held urine.  He swayed back
and forth slightly in front of the toilet, one hand on his flat belly, the
other on his dick, his piss at times leaving the bowl and hitting the seat
before he corrected himself and returned to the water.  I could see the
yellow arch leaving the head of his dick and disappearing behind the sink
cabinet that hid the toilet from my point of view.

Gradually his stream lessened in intensity, and then stopped.  He squeezed
out a few last drops and shook his dick over the water, but did not turn
from the toilet.  He stroked his flaccid penis slowly, stretching it a bit,
rubbing it, then stroking it again, as it began to expand, to lengthen.  It
grew to its seven inch length, and he stroked it slowly, from base to tip,
his hand grasped firmly around its girth, his left hand still on his
stomach, his eyes closed.

The dick in my white briefs was straining against the fabric, and beneath
the covers, I rubbed it roughly with my hand as I watched my brother
drunkenly jerk off in the bathroom.

Suddenly he stopped stroking and turned to leave the bathroom.  I closed my
eyes, nearly completely, but open just enough I could still see a bit.  He
flipped the bathroom light off and staggered past my bed, his still hard
dick bobbing as he walked.  I thought he was headed for his bed, but, not
hearing his bedsprings, knew he was stopped somewhere between my bed and
his.

I waited, my breath nearly held, trying not to let him know I was awake,
waited.  Waited, until he sat on the right edge of my bed a moment later.
He pulled the sheet down and slipped beneath it, turned so that we were in
spooning position, though there was still space between us, as I was so
close to the edge of the bed.  My mind raced.  During the next second or
two, I thought maybe he was so drunk he mistook which bed was his, then
thought he was so completely drunk he didn't even know what he was doing.
I mean, he was very drunk, I could smell it all over him, the alcohol,
along with the cigarette smoke.

Moments from turning to tell him he wasn't in his bed, and I was stopped.
He inched his body closer to me, his hard dick suddenly pressed against the
back of my briefs, his right arm suddenly draped over my bare chest, he
legs pressing against mine.  "Hey, buddy," he slurred.  I turned my head to
look at him and saw he was smiling a stupid grin, the same mischievous grin
I'd seen constantly over the course of our childhood just moments before he
endeavored to do something he knew was wrong, but that he just couldn't
resist.  Our boyhoods were full of that grin.  And now, the latest
evolution.

He said, "Wanna have fun like that other night?" his smoke smelling breath
hot against the side of my face.  His hand left my belly and found my hard
dick inside my underwear, he giggled quietly and squeezed it between his
fingers, said, "Ready already, heh?" and giggled a little bit more.

"Yeah," I told him timidly, "let's do it again."

His grin slowly left his face, and he nodded.  I turned my head back on its
side, away from him, as he roughly stuck his hand into my underwear and
stroked my dick.  I sighed quietly, as he pressed his dick against my ass
cheeks, as he jerked me off and breathed heavily against the back of my
neck, his lips grazing the skin beneath my hairline.

He took his hand from my penis and began pulling down my underwear.  I
squiggled so he could get them down past my knees and then off, and we
returned to our original position, his dick against my bare ass cheeks, now
between my ass cheeks, his hand grasping my dick.

His lips were against my neck, which he began kissing lightly.  I turned my
head to look at him and he moved his lips from my neck to my lips and
kissed those.  His eyes were closed and he didn't stop but continued to
press his lips against mine.  I turned back, sighing.

"Migh' hurt a lil," he mumbled.  I knew right away what he meant, had seen
it in pictures online over and over again, had fantasized about what it
might be like.  His hand left my dick and I heard him spit in it a couple
times, then heard him sliding his slick hand over his penis.  He spat again
in his hand and this time I felt his fingers between my cheeks and his spit
covered finger tips sliding up and down my hole.

"Lift ur leg," he said quietly, and I did lift my right leg into the air,
giving him better access to my hole.

I felt the head of his penis between my cheeks, and then against my hole.
His right arm keeping my leg in the air, his left hand guided his penis,
its head pressing slightly against my hole, and then pressing harder, and
then harder, the pressure increasing until my hole was forced open and the
head slipped in.  I gasped slightly from the not too comfortable feeling of
his hard dick entering me.  I sort of realized I was making it worse by
clenching, by struggling, and so eased those muscles as best I could,
relaxed as I felt his dick slide slowly inside me, as I felt every inch
gradually poke farther and farther into my ass.

Jake let out quiet moans, short "uhs" as he pushed his dick all the way
into me.  It hurt, his cock stretching a hole that had only been penetrated
by a finger or two of my own, but like having a couple of my fingers up
there, I found I enjoyed the feeling in some strange way, sort of liked
feeling something in there, feeling full.

My eyes clenched shut, I suddenly became aware that my brother's full seven
inch dick was buried inside of me.  That I could feel his soft pubic bush
against my ass.  That his sweaty bare chest was pressed against my sweaty
back.  That his hairy legs were against my still smooth hairless one lying
on the bed.

His hand still holding my leg up, he began slowly pulling out, and did so
until only the head of his dick was still inside me, and then pushed all
the way back in, again, slowly.  He continued moaning while he did this.
His moans guttural, harsh, his hot breath against the back of my neck,
prickling my hair.  He began pulling out again, but this time faster, and
then slammed back into me, again faster, more violently, so that his low
hanging balls hit my legs after he'd thrusted back to the hilt, his pubes
back against me once more.

This motion repeated, in and out, his dick quickly pulled nearly out of me,
and then completely back in.  The thump, thump of his pelvis against my
ass.  The slap of his balls against my leg.  Sweat trickling from his
armpit onto my side, sweat covering his chest and my back, making the both
of us slick, sliding against each other, making the room hotter, filling it
with the sweet stench of sweat.

He continued thrusting into me, increasing in his fervor, increasing his
speed.  I could feel his extremely hard dick sliding in and out of my hole,
could feel his balls hitting me, could feel his bush against me, could feel
the heat from his body all over me, surrounding me, the smell of him, of
us, pervading my senses, his dick in and out, faster and faster, and
harder, my eyes closed, his moans, his ohs, his gasping, against my neck,
his breath, the smell of beer and cigarettes, of sweat, both his and mine,
his dick inside of me, farther and farther inside each time, his pubic hair
tickling my smooth cheeks, his dick stretching my hole, in and out, harder
and harder, his arm clutching my leg in the air, pounding over and over
against me, buckling against me, pulling me closer to him as he pulled out,
pushing me away as he thrust back in, buried in me again, against me,
closer it seemed than he could possibly be against me, his moans
increasing, becoming louder, louder, faster, harder, in and out and in and
then completely out as his right hand left my leg and flew to his dick and
wrapped firmly around it as he jerked off with a motion like a blur,
looking down at his dick, the both of us, as he thrusted into his hand,
stroking and stroking until he shot his first load of cum that powerfully
hit my still exposed hole, that began leaking down my leg as his next spurt
hit my hole again and frantically he pushed his cum covered dick back into
my ass, slick with his cum, and he thrusted in and out wildly, cumming
again in my ass, and then again, and one final time with a final thrust in
so that his dick was buried completely inside of me and with a moan he
collapsed against me, his arm falling over my side, his body falling into
the bed like lead, his breath racing against the side of my face, his chest
pressed against my back, I could feel his heaving while he tried to calm
his breathing, and finally, he pulled his dick out of my ass and turned
over on his back.

My hole stretched, covered in Jake's cum, my body covered in my sweat and
his, I turned over onto my back too, lying next to him, my brother, side by
side the two of us, breathing rapidly, staring up at the ceiling, the only
noise our rasping.  I looked at his dick which was still hard, and red, and
slick from being inside me, and with his cum, but which was not as hard as
it had been, lying on his belly rather than sticking up in the air.  My own
dick was more rigid than it ever had been, almost painfully so.  Swollen
and red to the point of being nearly purple, sticking four inches into the
air.  My balls hairless tight against my body.

Jake turned his head to look at me and he was smiling slightly, still with
that mischievous look, but also with a look of slight sadness, like he was
thinking deeply about what had happened, maybe.

"Les clean up," he said, his words still slurred.  He got up and began
walking to the bathroom, his footing not entirely straight or sure.  I got
up and followed him, watching his ass sway in front of me, feeling his cum
on the inside of my legs, my hole, feeling the sweat still all over me.

I walked in the bathroom and for some reason, he closed the door behind me.
It was unlikely anyone had heard us, no matter how loud we were, so I found
it strange he did this, that he shut and locked the door, as if to put a
barrier between the bedroom and the bathroom, between what had just
happened in the darkened room, and the lightened bathroom with two brothers
cleaning themselves up.

He stood in front of the sink, looking at himself in the mirror, at his
still swollen dick that now drooped slightly, at the sweat covering his
entire naked body in a fine sheen, at his flat chest and stomach, at his
slightly toned arms and belly, at the sparse amount of hair between his
pecs and beneath his navel traveling down to join his full bush of pubic
hair that surrounded his dick.  He began running the water as I moved to
sit on the toilet.  Finding it hard to keep my eyes off him, I pulled a
length of toilet paper to wipe my bottom, and watched as he cupped his
hands under the water, then leaned over the sink to clean his penis.

Once done with that, he dried it with the hand towel.  I had just finished
wiping his cum off of me fully, and realized I had to take a piss, rather
urgently.  I stood and turned to face the toilet, lifting the rim, and
aiming my semi-hard dick, forcing it downward, at the toilet, at the piss
in the bowl from Jake when he first got home.  It took me a moment to force
the piss from me, and in this moment, Jake moved from the sink to stand
next to me.  I moved a bit to make room for him, and as the first dribbles
of my piss left my dick, Jake unleashed a torrent of brightly yellow piss
into the bowl as well.  My flow increased, and presently the sound of both
our streams of piss could be heard splashing into the toilet water, as we
two stood side by side, my older brother and I, Jake holding his now
flaccid, reddened dick, me holding my semi-hard one downward, emptying our
bladders, together.

As we pissed I watched him swaying a bit from side to side, watched his
hand on his penis, watched his stream of piss leaving him.  And Jake looked
down at me beside him, looked down at my dick, and at my stream of piss
joining his and mingling in the bowl.  The smell hit my nose suddenly, the
smell of our sweat still covering our naked bodies, the smell of our hot
piss as it left our dicks, the smell of cum, of him and me, combined in the
air around us.  It smelled wonderful, that smell.  I couldn't get enough of
it.  I wanted to experience it more ripely, experience the smell of his
sweaty, hairy armpits, of the piss now being squeezed from his body, of his
hot cum.

We squeezed out the last few drops of our piss at nearly the same time and
turned to leave the bathroom, the toilet left unflushed again.  Jake mussed
the top of my head as we walked out, a brotherly gesture he hadn't done in
years.  I found the simple contact of his hand on the top of my head to be
one of the most intimate he could have done in that moment.

I climbed into my bed, lying naked on top of the sheets, still hot.  Jake
did the same in his bed, turned on his side toward me.  I turned on my side
away from him, as was my custom when first going to bed, and felt the
dampness of the sheet beneath me.  I pressed my nose against the bed and
could smell our sweat, that musky odor, fresh all over my bed.  I delighted
in it and closed my eyes as the smell filled my head, my thoughts.

Across the room from me, Jake's breathing was already slowing, becoming
deeper.  He was already falling asleep, finally succumbing to the alcohol's
influence.  Just as I thought he was fully asleep, and was about to jerk
off my still persistently hard dick, Jake muttered, "Thanks, bro," rather
quietly, as if from a state of only semi-consciousness.  I didn't answer,
but wrapped my right hand around my dick, and began jerking off, replaying
the night's events in my head over and over again, completely baffled by
what had happened, completely happy with it, but still nervous, afraid,
that what we had done was so wrong, so completely terrible, even if it felt
pretty all right.

*

Feedback is definitely encouraged and welcomed.  I would like to continue
with this story, if there's any interest.  And possibly even if there
isn't.  Because I had fun writing this.  Please e-mail any questions,
comments, suggestions, etc. to fossie at gmail dot com.  Thanks for
reading!