Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 22:05:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Book - Part 2

THIS IS A STORY! IT IS NOT TRUE! But it is for your enjoyment. You can read
it. You can even make copies of it and give it to your friends. But you
can't sell it. It belongs to me and I have a really nasty lawyer who loves
suing people for stealing other people's hard work. So be warned! As for
those of you who are so homophobic that you can't stand the idea of two
males loving each other - get the fuck out of here. For the rest of you,
enjoy!

THE BOOK - Part 2
by RimPig   2001


"WHAT IN THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT YOU LITTLE SNEAK!!!"

I bolted up in bed at the almost animal like shout. It took me a second to
realize where I was and who was yelling. I was in my bed, with Kyle's
journal laying open beneath me and a very angry Kyle standing at the foot
of my bed. I don't ever remember seeing him this angry before in my
life. His face was red and his beautiful violet eyes were flashing like
lightening.

"Who the fuck do you think you are to go digging in my room and invading my
privacy!" he growled at me. "What the fuck to you have to say for yourself
before I beat you to a bloody pulp, asshole!"

"I'm sorry, Kyle, I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help myself! I didn't
mean to find it. I didn't even know it existed! I was just looking for some
fuck books because I was horny!" I whined all in a rush.

"And when you found it, why the fuck didn't you leave it there! You knew it
wasn't a fuck book!"  he said, not really any less angry but no longer
threatening violence.

"Because I couldn't help myself, I guess. But I'm afraid to tell you why -
afraid you won't believe me."  I said quietly.

"You're right! I'll have a very hard time believing you about anything
after this! You've really lost my trust over this one, Chris!" he said,
each word like a knife through my guts. "How much of it have you read?" he
asked with a sneer in his voice.

"Not a whole lot, honest! I just kinda skimmed through most of it." I
insisted.

"Just looking for the good parts, huh? Just looking for who I had sex
with?" he started to heat up again.

"No! Looking for the parts about how you felt about me." I said, looking
him straight in the eyes.

This seemed to halt him in mid-temper. He just stood there and looked me in
the eyes, like he was trying to decide whether to believe me or not. I
guess he decided he did because he seemed to begin calming down.

"And did you find what you were looking for?" he asked quietly.

"I found what I never thought I'd find. I found what I've been praying for
most of my life but never expected to come true. You may not realize it,
but I have been as much in love with you as it is possible for one person
to feel about another for most of my life. I was always afraid you'd find
out and would never speak to me again. Even the night I told you I was gay,
I desperately wanted to tell you how I felt about you and didn't dare. Why
did YOU hide from ME?! Why didn't YOU tell me YOU were gay?!  Why did you
make me feel like I was the only one?!" I started to get hot remembering
what I had read in the journal.

"I wanted to...I really did!" Kyle exclaimed. "I wanted to that first
night. I just couldn't bring myself to tell you because I was afraid of
what would happen! I didn't know if I could keep my hands off you if it was
all out in the open! I wanted you so badly, I didn't trust myself." he
said, hanging his head.

"And what, may I ask, would have been so bad if you had put your hands on
me'?" I insisted.

"You're my brother, for Christ's sake! It's fuckin' incest! And you hadn't
even had sex with anybody yet! I didn't feel that I should be the one to be
introducing you to sex." he said defensively.

"Oh, and why is that? Why shouldn't you have introduced me to sex? Why
shouldn't I have had the opportunity to learn from someone that loved me?
Why shouldn't it have been with someone who would never hurt or use me?
Were you so all fired sure that the guy I did find eventually would be as
kind to me as you would have been?" I raged at him.

We stood there glaring at each other for a few moments. Finally, Kyle
looked away and when he spoke, his voice was husky with emotion.

"No, I didn't know that. I only knew that if I ever touched you, I would
never, ever be able to stop. I didn't want to have sex with you! I wanted
to make love to you! I wanted you to love me the way I loved you! You were
only 13 at the time, for God's sake! I couldn't ask that of you. You didn't
even know what sex was - much less what love was. I guess I took the
selfish way out. I didn't want to be hurt if you couldn't love me."

I sat there listening, not just to his words, but to the feelings -
something Kyle had never before been really able to express to me. I was
rocked to my foundations by the intensity of the love that I was feeling
from him. No wonder he was scared of the feelings. I know that my own for
him had scared me enough through the years. I could understand how much he
had feared my rejection of him as a lover, the devastating effect on him if
I had only used him as a sex-toy and then moved on to someone else. I knew
it could never be that way for me where he was concerned, but he didn't
know that.

"I'm not 13 anymore, Kyle." I said, almost too soft for him to hear.

"I know that." he said, turning to look deeply into my eyes. "And I guess
I'm glad you found out what you did. I'm not happy about how you found it
out, but maybe it is best to have this out between us."  he said, sitting
down on the bed.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to make love to you in every conceivable way for the rest of
tonight and the rest of our lives - that's what I want to do." I said,
waiting to see what he would say.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do exactly that." he said. "But
there's some other things we need to talk about first."

"You mean about your leaving for San Francisco?" I asked.

"Oh! You did get through the whole thing, didn't you!" he said ruefully.

"That entry just happened to have caught my eye. You can't leave! I can't
finally know you love me and then lose you! I won't let that happen, Kyle!"
I swore to him.

"I don't want it to happen either, but I can't stay here. If you read it,
you know why. You know the pressure that Mom and Dad are putting on me."

"Why don't you just tell them the truth? Tell them you're gay and you are
not going to get married to some bitch and raise babies just to make them
happy!" I fumed.

"Easier said than done, bro! And just how long do you think they'd let me
stay here if I told them?  And just how much time they would allow me to be
around you if I told them? Just the very thing that they would fear the
most would already be true to their minds. I would have "infected" you and
turned you gay! I can just hear it now. And then where would we be?" he
sounded so forlorn, it almost broke my heart.

But I knew he was right. Our Dad wasn't a bad man. But he was a very strict
one. And a very determined one. It was "his way or the highway". And I
heard him make enough "fag" jokes and nasty remarks about gays to know it
was not something he could deal with easily - if at all. No, Kyle was
right. There was no way to stay here if our parents ever found out what was
really going on.

"So what are we going to do, Kyle? I don't want to lose you, but I can't
see a way out of this." I said, my voice beginning to break.

It was at that moment that Kyle reached over and took me in his strong
arms. For the first time since we both found out how we felt about each
other, he was touching me. It was like thousands of watts of electricity
bolted through my body! My skin tingled everywhere, but especially where he
touched me. I seemed to flush hot and yet shivered like I was freezing from
the contact.

I reached around him and ran my hands up and down his strong back, feeling
the tight rope of muscles beneath the skin. His aroma, a combination of
healthy male animal and some type of soft, spicy aftershave, overwhelmed me
with the unmistakable scent that said "Kyle". It was a scent that I
recognized from all my life. One that held only one meaning for me -
love. It was the scent of love for me. And it now surrounded me.

Slowly, Kyle drew back and looked into my eyes. No words were spoken, no
words were necessary.  In that look that passed between us was all the
years of wanting and yearning for each other. It was our own unspoken vow
to each other to love until beyond time and life. And then he slowly moved
his face forward, his eyes closed and his lips gently brushed mine in our
first real kiss.

Again, he drew back and looked at me, apparently trying to judge how I was
reacting to this change in our relationship. I didn't wait for him to make
up his mind. Moving swiftly, I hungrily pressed my mouth to his and began
to assault his lips and teeth with my tongue, trying to gain entry to the
oral delights that awaited a full, deep kiss.

I must have taken him by surprise because it took him several seconds to
finally realize what I wanted and to open his mouth to my insistent
tongue. I explored the taste and feel of his mouth while our tongues fought
for dominance. As his tongue finally entered my mouth and I began to suck
on it, I heard myself moaning as if I was in deep pain. But the pain was
only that of unquenchable desire.

After nearly suffocating for lack of air, both of us being so intensely
involved that we forgot to breathe, Kyle finally broke our kiss and quickly
attached his mouth to the side of my neck, letting me feel his lips, teeth
and tongue. It sent shivers up my spine and raised goose-flesh all
over. Not being satisfied with this limited access to my body, I felt him
pulling on my t-shirt and all but ripping it from my body. I, too, was
grabbing at his shirt, trying to get it off of him so that I could feel his
naked body against mine.

He pushed my hands away, and tugged his shirt out of his jeans. As his arms
raised over his head to remove it, I reached over and began running my
hands over his smooth chest and hard pectoral muscles. The feel of his
muscles to my hands was almost like handling hard, hot steel. The warmth of
his skin, flushed ruddy from his own desire, was as soft and warm to my
touch.

As his shirt came over his head, he looked down at me exploring his
body. He seemed to freeze with his arms above his head, watching in
fascination as I found and gently pulled on his dime-sized, dark red
nipples. The touch of my fingers and the feelings I was creating galvanized
him back into action. He closed his eyes, through back his head and began
softly moaning deep in his throat as he threw his shirt from his arms and
grabbed for me again.

He wrapped his arms around me while falling forward forcing me onto my back
as the warmth of his body surrounded me. The weight and size of his body
covering me, gave me a such feeling of security and protection that I truly
felt nothing could possibly ever hurt me again. He deeply kissed me, but
only briefly. He pulled away from my lips and began licking and nibbling
playfully at my chin. Moving down my throat, he bathed me with his tongue
almost like a mother cat and a kitten.

Reaching my chest, he sensuously licked the cleft that bisected it and then
moved on to my left nipple.  He dragged his tongue slowly across it and
then began to circle around the aureole. Having thoroughly wet my nipple,
he drew back slightly and gently blew on it. I could feel it become erect
and hard and I uncontrollably arched my back, trying to force my nipple
back to the warmth of his tongue. He then leaned back down and gently began
nipping at it with his teeth causing jolts of intense feeling to shoot
through my body and causing me to moan loudly at the exquisite torture.

Kyle drew back and I cried out in frustration at the elimination of
feelings. Then I felt him, tugging at the waistband of my jeans and quickly
ripping them open as he began to drag them down my legs and off of my
body. As I never wear underwear, it was all he needed to see my body in its
completely aroused state.

At first, I was somewhat embarrassed having him see me in such a state, but
then I saw with wolfish grin on his face and realized that my body pleased
him. I relaxed and thrust my hips up to give him a better view. He grinned
at me as he reached down and began to remove his own jeans. As his arousal
was revealed to me, I gasp at the size and girth of it. Never did I realize
that my brother was so well endowed. And now it was steel hard and I
knowing that I had brought him to this state, cause shivers of desire flash
through my body.

When Kyle was as naked as I was, he again lowered himself over my body and
continued his exploration of my anatomy. The warmth of his touch as his
hands continued to explore my body drew me farther and farther into what
felt like a dream. I couldn't believe what was happening. After all the
years of dreaming and yearning, it was really happening. Kyle, my brother,
my deepest love, was making love to me.

His hungry mouth continued down my body, dragging his raspy tongue across
my midriff and abs.  I closed my eyes and drifted in dream-like state,
enjoying the feelings second by second. I could smell the heat of his body,
his personal scent. I was surrounded by it and floated away on cloud of
scent and feeling.

Finally, he reached the apex of my body and I felt myself swallowed in the
moist heat of him. The feeling was so intense that, at first, I felt like I
would faint from the intensity of it. Without even knowing what I was
doing, my hips thrust up and I buried myself completely within the warm
wetness. He didn't withdraw but, instead thrust forward until he held me
completely.

He reached beneath me and pulled me as deeply as he could while his warm
hands massaged the cheeks of my buttocks. I felt him steadily moving his
fingers towards his objective and I eagerly spread my legs to give him
greater access. He took advantage quickly and I felt him enter me and begin
to massage me from the inside of my own body.

I had no ability at that point to hold back. My body gave itself up to the
incredible, overwhelming feelings which Kyle was creating in me and I
screamed out in mindless ecstasy. I don't know how long it lasted, but it
felt as if my body had turned itself inside out.

I felt Kyle release me and felt his fingers withdraw. I opened my eyes and
found him leaning over me with the hot look of passion in his eyes. I
reached up and pulled him down into a soul-searching kiss. I knew what he
wanted from me and I surrendered myself willingly.

As his kiss grew more passionate, I raised my legs and slipped them around
his hips. I offered myself to him as a willing repository for his
need. This I had done for so many other men, but never before in
love. Wanting, yearning for the sweet pain/pleasure of his entry and the
driving strength of his desire.

But as strong as that desire was, so long delayed, it was Kyle's love for
me which drove him. He entered me slowly and gently so that there was no
pain, only the sweet pleasure of feeling filled by him.  When he had
completely entered me, he raised up and looked deeply into my eyes. In that
instant, I knew that we were no longer two people. In that moment, we had
become one in our love and desire for each other. It was a feeling which I
had never felt before. I suddenly felt completely fulfilled, like something
which had been missing, that I never realized fully was missing, was
finally complete.

And as he began to drive into me in the ancient human rhythm of sexual
union, he eyes never left mine. I reached up and stroke his beautiful face
with my hands and he turned his head to kiss my palms. I reached further
and ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him down to my lips once
more.  We kissed as our intense pleasure in each other's bodies grew
exponentially until I could barely breathe. It was at this point that Kyle
broke the kiss and I felt his rhythm become stronger but ragged and I could
feel him begin to go over the edge. What amazed me, however, was that I
felt myself going with him.  With no other stimulation than his powerful
thrusts, I began to reach the point of orgasm myself.  We moaned in unison
as he filled me with his essence and I expended mine between us.

Kyle collapsed on me, and I held him in my arms, feeling his deep, rapid
breathes and the fine sheen of sweat on his body. Finally he regained his
normal breathing and he started to withdraw from inside me.  I quickly
tightened my legs around his hips and held him inside. He realized what I
desired and instead moved deeper within me.

"Are you planning on keeping me prisoner forever?" he joked softly in my
ear.

"I only wish I could." I replied. "But I'm just not ready to let you go
yet. I'm still trying to believe that this really happened. I've loved you
and wanted you for so long, I can't believe that you feel the same way."

"I know." said Kyle. "We've wasted so much time. And it's all my fault. Can
you forgive me for being so afraid?"

"Not only do I forgive you, but I truly understand why you did what you
did. But none of that matters now. All that matters is finding a way for us
to stay together."

"Yes, you're right. I've just been a little too busy to really think about
that." he grinned at me and I reached up and kissed him.

As our kiss deepened, I felt him growing and hardening again inside
me. Even though we had things to discuss, I would rather make love to Kyle
than anything else at that moment and so I began to clench my muscles to
hasten the fullness of his penetration. I was successful and within a few
moments, Kyle again began thrusting within me and I began to ride the
roller-coaster of our passion with him.

And though we had both climaxed just a few minutes before, it seemed our
desire was as intense as if we had never touched each other. As Kyle drove
himself into me, I became lost in the feelings of love and surrender but at
the same time, I suddenly became more aggressive as well. My fingers raked
his naked back and he moaned at the feeling. I then leaned forward and
locked my teeth on his shoulder, biting and sucking at his sweat-drenched
skin.

Kyle threw back his head and growled in a tone I had never heard before. I
withdrew my mouth from his shoulder and, when I drew back and looked into
his face, there was a Kyle I'd never seen before as well. His violet eyes
flashed with almost mindless desire and I knew that, in his mind, I
belonged to him and nothing would ever change that. For my own part, the
sense of being desired by and belonging to him, was not just overwhelming
but far beyond anything I ever believed I could feel.

Rapidly, Kyle reached to point where I knew he could not sustain his
passion much longer and, again, I was riding the crest of that wave with
him. I couldn't believe it. No man had ever been able to make me achieve
release by merely the thrusting of himself inside me. But our body's seemed
to be so perfectly made for each other that each stroke brought intense
contact with the pleasure spot inside me and, as he continued to thrust
within me, I knew that I would again reach my own release with him.

And I did. As Kyle began to reach his climax he leaned down and again took
possession of my mouth with his. We moaned our mutual ecstasy into each
other's mouth as he filled me once again with his seed. I, again, poured
out my passion between us, bonding our skin together in the warm, slick
wetness.

Kyle broke our kiss and again collapsed on top of me. I could feel his warm
breath on my shoulder. At the same time, my senses became aware of the
mixture of scents surrounding us. I could smell the scent of Kyle's sweat,
my essence spilled between us as well as the heady scent of our
love-making. No one walking into the room could have any doubt as too what
activity had taken place there.

Gradually, our breathing slowed and this time I didn't object when Kyle
moved to withdraw from me.  He rolled over on his side and pulled me into
his warm embrace. He gently kissed my forehead and then my hair as he
gently pulled my head to his chest, wrapping his arms and legs around me in
a decidedly protective gesture. And truly, I never felt safer or more loved
than I did at that moment in his arms.

"I hate to bring this up," I spoke into his chest, "but we still need to
figure out some way that we can be together."

"I know." said Kyle sleepily. "But you've worn me out. I can't even keep
any thought but of you in my head for more than two seconds at a
time. Let's worry about this tomorrow after I've gotten some sleep and you
aren't lying naked in my arms."

"Since Mom and Dad are away for the weekend, you will sleep here with me
tonight, won't you?"  I asked, afraid that he would leave.

"Just try and get me out of here!" he said, pulling me closer and tighter
to him. "Now quiet down and let's get some sleep. You've really worn me out
tonight." he chuckled.

Then he leaned down and kissed me. I buried my head against his chest and
quickly fell asleep.

End of Part 2

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