Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2012 21:50:58 -0400
From: Patrick Stone <svustabler@gmail.com>
Subject: The Brothers Scott Part 2

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction depicting incest between brothers. It
is a complete work of fiction. If you do not like this subject or it is
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Also, I would like to think everyone for their comments and suggestions. I
apologize that it took so long to complete this second installment! But I
will try and incorporate all of them in the near future.

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The Brothers Scott: Part 2


As I dressed in my room, I looked at the clock. Fuck, it was almost 11 and
I had told my friends that I would meet them at Vans at 10:30. We had plans
to scam on girls at the mall. It was so sweet that my parents were out of
town. The only thing was that I had to watch my little brother. It wasn't a
major pain but I would have loved to have the whole house to myself.  My
dad gave a box of rubbers which was awesome. I intended to use all of them,
if possible. My friend Freddy said that he knew some chicks which were down
to fuck, so that was pretty sweet.

After I finished dressing, I walked out of my room into the hallway. I
stopped as I passed my brother's door. I thought I heard moaning. I opened
it, cracked it a bit and peeked in. What I saw was a sight! My brother
Justin lay naked on his back, hand wrapped around his dick. I chuckled to
myself. My little bro couldn't wait fast enough for our parents to leave
before he began pulling his pud. I was about to throw the door open and
scare the shit out of him when I heard him moan, "Fuck me, Toby." What the
fuck? Did he just say my name?

I looked at him. He was fingering his ass while he jacked off and I heard
him moaning my name again! His eyes were closed and he was stroking faster
and faster. What did I just hear? I mean, does he want me to fuck him? I
just stood there and watched. His legs were spread as he fingered with
appeared to be a hairless virgin ass. It looks really round. I felt myself
began to stiffen in my pants. I squeezed it as I watched, eyes amazed. He
was really working it good.

Justin's moaning started getting louder and louder. I watched as he shot
all over his stomach and hand. He brought his hand to his mouth and he
licked it all off! I never seen something like that before. His hand was
covered in spunk and he slowly licked the white globs and sucked on each
finger until his hand glistened with saliva. I couldn't fucking believe
it. My little brother ate his own cum and loved it. And I had watched the
whole thing.

I looked down. A wet spot had developed in my jeans as I had watched and
kept squeezing my boner. I looked back up inside the room and saw Justin
was getting out of bed. I quickly moved around the corner of the hallway so
he couldn't see me. I heard him mumble to himself and close the door.

I sat with my back to the wall. Justin was masturbating while thinking of
me. Did that mean he wanted to have sex with me? "Fuck me, Toby" he had
said as loud as day. Maybe he wasn't really thinking about me and he knew I
was watching and just wanted to fuck with me. But there was no way he could
have seen me and had his dick remained that hard if he was just fucking
with me and didn't really want to FUCK me....or me fuck him.

As I was running over what I had just seen in my head, I heard Justin leave
his room, walk across the hallway and shut the door behind him. I took this
was my cue and hurried down the stairs and out of the house. I didn't know
what had just happened, but I did know that I was majorly late to meet my
friends.

Since my parents were gone, I took my Dad's Mercedes to the mall. It had a
better look than my Jeep. As I drove, I noticed that I still had a half
boner. It was a bitch to drive with and I kept trying to rearrange it in my
pants. I hope that it would deflate before I got to the mall. I was wearing
black skinny jeans and it would be very noticeable running down the pant
leg. But it wouldn't go away. It didn't help that every time I tried to
forget it, a flash of Justin's ass spread wide and fingering himself would
appear in my mind's eye.

When I finally got to the mall, my dick had deflated enough to get out of
the car. I just kept thinking about my 70 year old assistant principal
Ms. Wallis in a swimsuit on a very cold day. It worked good. I met up with
my friends' Freddy and Dylan. They were sitting on the bench in front of
Cinnabon. Freddy was about my built, tall and lanky. Dylan was a bit
shorter than us but he had a really built upper body. We had been best
friends since freshman year when we were all JV wrestlers. Freddy and I
were still on the wrestling team, but Dylan had switched over to
weightlifting and football.

"What took you so fuckin' long?" Freddy asked, playing with the ends of his
long, brown hair. He was wearing a band shirt and black jeans like me.

I couldn't tell him the truth so I said, "Car trouble so I had to take my
Dad's." That made for a good excuse since I was driving Dad's car anyways.

"Yeah, that's right! Your parents are gone," Dylan exclaimed. Dylan was the
only black guy I knew who were tight V-necks. The one he had on today was a
navy blue and stretched against his muscles.  I think he did that on
purpose to show off his body. His was wearing blue shorts, almost as tight
as the shirt. He looked like the odd man out when paired with two, white
guys who dressed in a mixture of punk and stoner.

"Yeah, they are," I said, wondering how I could get arms like Dylan's. I
tried his workout, but it was so fuckin' punishing. His body did look
good. though. Now, mine's looked good too, but it was all cut with lean
muscle. I wanted to bulk up a little more.

"So what's the plan?" asked Freddy. He already looked stoned.

"I thought we was playing ball?" Dylan said, looking at the ass of a girl
who walked by.

I checked it out myself. Not bad. "Yeah, we are." I needed to do something
to get the images which I saw this morning out of my head. For the next
hour or so, we walked around the mall. It was slow on Saturdays in the
early afternoon. There were a couple of girls which I checked out, but my
mind was still on Justin and what had happened this morning. I had never
thought about my brother like that before. I couldn't believe that he
thought about me like that.

As I thought about it, it did more kind of sense. I remember one time when
I was 14 and he was 12. I had been in my room after school. I was super
horny because I hadn't jacked off in like three days. As I was beating my
meat, he busted in. Instead of leaving right away, he seemed to hover and
ask me about if there was anything to eat but the whole thing his eyes
never left my dick. Also, there were times where I swear I was missing
underwear or I was being watched in the shower. I wonder if that could have
been him?

"I am sick of the mall," Dylan announced, as we sat in the food court. The
three of us were sharing a plate of curly fries. I had barely eaten any of
them. I just thought about what I was going to do about my little
brother. I needed something to get my mind off of it.

"Lets go to the court now," I suggested. It would help. They all agreed and
we left the mall, leaving the plate of food on the table for one of the
mall staff to clean up.

We all took our own separate cars to the court. I thought about it and
maybe I shouldn't have been using my Dad's car. If I get in an accident,
Dad would kill me. I don't know why he didn't just get me my own
Mercedes. He could afford it. Parents were so cheap sometimes. I wonder if
I could talk him into getting me a new car when Justin turned 16 and just
give him mine. I mean, I deserved a new car. My grades were good. I was a
good wrestler and I had never been in trouble before. I mean, they had
caught me smoking weed a few times, but it wasn't as if I was doing heroin
or anything. Yeah, I would ask for a new car when they got back.

When we all arrived at the court, there was already a game going on. Dylan
knew some of the guys and asked if we could join. They agreed and we all
played together. The sun was coming down fast and hard so after about an
hour. We were all shirtless and glistening with sweat. I really regretted
wearing jeans to play ball, but oh well. As we played, I noticed something
I didn't before. Yes, I knew Dylan had really good body, but this was the
first time I noticed how hot it was. His skin was the color of milk
chocolate, a rich light brown. His face was chiseled with a strong jaw
line. He had full lips and dimples whenever he smiled or laughed. His chest
heaved from his body. His pecs huge and hard as steel. His 8 pack abs were
flat. Not an ounce of fat on his stomach. As he passed the ball, his biceps
flexed. Around the left one, he had a barbwire tattoo. His body looked
smooth. I think he still shaved all over; a leftover trait from when he was
on the wrestling team.

"Dude!" I heard someone say. I was just staying there, admiring Dylan. It
was Freddy who was speaking. "What are you doing? I passed to you!" I
blinked and looked around. The ball was rolling behind me. He had thrown it
to me and I was too lost in space to notice.

"Sorry, my mind was somewhere else," I said, running to pick it
up. "Sorry." And I threw the ball back to him. I got my head back into the
game. They won 31 to 19. It was all my fault, really. I missed easy baskets
and I couldn't stop staring at Dylan as he moved around the court. He was
really gracefully, actually. I just couldn't focus the whole game.

After the game, we decided that we would stop by Mickey D's and get some
grub. As we sat at the table, I tried not to think about Justin but
thoughts of Dylan creeped into my mind. He was sitting across from me and I
could smell his musk. Before it was just another scent, but now I noticed
that he had a distinctive manly smell. I was enjoying it...a bit too
much. I had to readjust myself in my pants several times because my dick
hardened and jumped a bit every time I inhaled his scent. I could barely
eat my food because my mind was full of thoughts that I never had before. I
stared at Dylan's lips as he smiled and talked and laughed and all I could
think about if he was a good kisser. I really needed to get those thoughts
out of my mind.

My phone beeped and I reached in my pocket to get it. It was a text from
Justin. "Bro. Kyle couldn't come over. Going to his house. Back later
tonight." Damn. There goes talking to him when I get home. He wouldn't be
back before the party. Fuck.

"What you think?" Freddy asked, looking at me.

I looked up from my phone and blinked. I wasn't paying attention to the
conversation. "Umm, what?"

Freddy smiled and asked, "Dude, what is going on with you? Your head has
been somewhere else all fuckin' day."

I couldn't tell her what was really on my mind so I made up a lie. "Just
thinking about the party later. Can't wait to fuck some pussy. It has been
way too long."

"Oh, yeah, dude. My hand is getting really cramped," Freddy said, raising
his arm and balled it in a fist.

"Speak for yourselves," Dylan spoke. "I got some last night."

"No way!" exclaimed Freddy. "From who?"

Dylan grinned. "Remember that chick I told you about from Harris College?"

"The one with the pierced clit?" Freddy sipped his drink as he listened to
Dylan.

"Well, the clit isn't actually pierced but like the lips. But yeah."

"Holy shit. Nice!" Freddy said, raising his hand for a high-five with Dylan
returned.

I sat there. I didn't really want to listen to some conquest that Dylan
had. It made me feel weird. "So, what time we meeting at my house to
party?" I changed the subject. We talked about it for about ten minutes. It
was almost 4 in the afternoon. We decided that we would gather at my house
around 8:00. Dylan was going to bring the liquor. His older brother Robert
was a senior at Harris College, which was a small liberal arts college on
the edge of town. He was available to buy booze when we needed it. I wasn't
sure if I wanted to have this party now. I had told Justin that he could
come and I'd get him laid, but after this morning, I am not sure if he
would be into that. Also, I wanted to talk to him about it when I got home
but he wasn't going to be there. This day was quickly turning to shit.

We stayed at McDonald's for about another half an hour. I really wanted to
leave and get home. I hadn't showered after playing basketball and I didn't
smell too fresh. Plus I wanted to change and rest before the party. I
thought about texting Justin but I wanted to talk to him face to face about
what I had saw. Of course maybe it was a good thing that he wouldn't be
home when I got there because I had no idea what I was going to say to him.

When I got home, I walked in the house and went straight for the kitchen. I
couldn't eat at McDonald so I grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on the
kitchen table. I peeled it and gobbled it down as fast as could, throwing
the peel in the trash as I walked out of the kitchen. I headed through the
living room and up the stairs. When I walked past Justin's door, I
stopped. I reached for the knob and twisted. Hmm...he didn't lock it. I
opened the door and looked inside. He was still gone. I walked into my
little brother's sanctum.

The room looked a lot tidier than mine. There was a few scattered pieces of
clothing on the floor, but that was too be expected. I laughed, thinking
that my room always looks terrible. Justin's bed was unmade. The room
smelled like his cologne with a hint of sweat. I inhaled it. I looked over
and noticed that Justin had left his computer on. This screensaver was a
homage of pictures from some TV series called "Pretty Little Liars." Each
picture after the next were of guys, though. I had a girl once who watched
that show and I remembered that it was about four girls, not guys. But
Justin's screensaver was all guys. Hmm, interesting. I decided to be more
nosy and I sat down at his desk.

As I moved the mouse, the screensaver exited and his desktop popped
up. Wow. He didn't have it password protected like I did. I always worried
about Mom coming into my room and going through my folders and stuff. There
was enough porn on my hard drive to launch a website. I wondered if Justin
had any porn on his computer. He had a bunch of folders labeled different
things.

I noticed a folder labeled "Marketing." Why the fuck did Justin had a
folder named "Marketing?"  Curiously I double clicked and opened it. It was
Justin! There was dozens of pictures of him...all naked. I strolled
down. There were videos too. I couldn't believe it. My little brother was
recording himself jacking off!

I opened one of the videos. Justin was shirtless, talking to the camera.

"Hey, boys, Jay is back and I got a surprise for you," Justin said, on the
screen. I watched as he pulled a giant dildo in the camera frame. It was
black and huge!

"Tonight, I will be using this. Let's just say...I need a challenge." I
couldn't believe my eyes. He began sucking on it as he looked at the
camera. It looked bigger than mine. It was a good 9, 10 inches...at least!
As I looked at the screen, I felt a stirring in my pants. Absentmindedly, I
reached down and squeezed. I was getting hard.

"Tonight, you all will get to see me make this beautiful cock disappear
inside my hungry hole," Justin moaned. He closed his eyes, sucked on the
dildo some more as his left hand begin to touch and rub his
nipple. Wow...he looked like he had such soft skin. I looked behind me and
back the computer screen. Justin had moved the camera downward. His dick
glistened. Wow...my little brother was packing a nice one, I thought. I
squeezed my own hardened dick in my pants. I never thought that he could do
something like this. I watched the screen as he stroked his boner at the
camera. His balls were smooth. I wondered if he liked them sucked like I
did. He liked worked them a lot I noticed. His face was still in the frame
and he looked directly at the camera. It was almost like he was looking at
me.

This was a mindfuck but I was really turned on. I leaned back in the chair
and unbuttoned my pants. I unzipped them as I lifted off my ass and slid
them to my knees. My dick slapped against my shirt. I lifted it over my
abs, as I didn't want to get pre-cum all over it. It was raging. I had had
a half woody all fuckin' day and was happy to be finally able to touch
it. I moaned as I rubbed my thumb around in the pre-cum that had began
collecting on the head. My head was really sensitive and I learned my head
back and moaned.

I wrapped my hand around the shaft and slowly moved it up and down. I tried
to think about this chick in my English class that I had been wanting to
fuck all semester, but all I could think about was Justin. I opened my eyes
and looked back at the screen. His eyes stared directly at the camera as he
played with both of his nipples. His dick was standing straight up and he
licked his lips as he groaned.

"This just makes me so fuckin' horny," he said. "It is time to use my
friend." He smiled and got out of the chair. I noticed that he was sitting
in the same chair as I was. That thought made my cock twitch. I watched as
Justin aimed the camera toward the floor. Afterwards he got down on all
fours and aimed his ass at the camera. Wow...I thought. It was all smooth
and round. It looked kind of like a chick's ass but between the leg
Justin's balls were visible. His asshole, pink and small. It winked at the
camera. I watched as he looked back at the camera and started sucking on
his right index finger. He winked as he used that finger to rub up and down
his crack.

I stroked as I watched him spread his hole. He brought his stomach to the
floor, arching his back and bringing his ass further into the air. I
couldn't believe what I was seeing. He used the finger to invade his
insides, moaning like a chick the whole time. I watched as he inserted a
second finger. With his other hand, he brought his dick between his legs
and pointed it as the camera. The little fucker sure did know how to be
playful.

As I stroked my cock, I looked at the screen. Pre-cum was getting all in my
foreskin. It made it easier to stroke and I was enjoying the smell of my
own body as I did. I still hadn't showered and my dick and balls were still
a bit ripe. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck a girl's asshole. I
never had before. Would her ass be as smooth as Justin's? Would her asshole
be as pink? Would it wink at me like Justin's? Would it excite me...like
Justin's?

On the screen, Justin removed the fingers. I watched as he spit on the
dildo and rubbed it between his cheeks. He was really going to use it. I
couldn't believe it. He inserted the red monster, groaning as it popped
inside. I felt my own asshole twitched. I couldn't imagine something like
that inside me. But Justin seems to be enjoying it. His cock hung between
his legs, still erect and leaking it seemed.

I watched as inch by inch disappeared inside Justin's ass. I was slowly
stroking my own meat. Justin seemed to be taking that dildo without much
resistance at all. Chicks were complaining that my own 8 and half inches
were too much for them. That's probably why I never fucked any of them in
the ass. But if Justin was taking that monster...I wonder if he was a
chick, could he take my dick?  Would he take it?

It disappeared completely into his ass. All that appeared was the base. He
had taken the entire thing. It was amazing to watch. All 9 or 10 inches was
firmed inside his asshole. He groaned and I noticed that it looked like his
breathing patterns were getting labored. He must be getting close to
cumming, I thought. He wasn't the only one. As I watched, I had been
slowing stroking myself. I was getting close.

I watched as he pulled the dildo almost fully out of his ass. Then he
slammed it back inside again. He was moaning something...Something that I
couldn't understand. With my free hand, I grabbed the mouse and increased
the volume so I could what he was moaning. "Fuck me harder...Toby..." he
was what he was saying. He was imagining that dildo was me as he fucked
himself with it. Hmm...what if it was me? I thought. He pulled it up of his
ass again and slammed it back inside. Out....in....out...in. He started to
pick up more and more speed. I began to stroke to the rhythm that he was
fucking himself with the dildo.

I licked my lips and let my thoughts drift. Images of Justin on the bed,
legs spread, asshole winking at me entered my head as I watched him on the
computer screen. I thought about what it would be like to finger it. Girls
always loved the way I played with their clits. I bet I could get Justin to
moan just like that. He looked like he loved playing with his ass. I
thought about what it might be like to fuck him as harder he was pistoning
that fat dildo in and out of his smooth pink hole. I wondered if his
asshole would be as velvety soft as it looked on the screen. I thought
about what position I might fuck him. From the looks of it, he was a fan of
doggie. My personal favorite. Or with a chick riding me. I bet he could
ride it good, I thought, looking down at my cock. It throbbed inside my
fist.

I leaned my head back. "Ride it, Justin," I began to moan, closing my
eyes. I wanted to feel inside of him. The video had me so fuckin' horny. My
thoughts wondered and I thought about being balls deep inside that
beautiful ass. My hands, roaming all over his body, as he moaned for more
of my dick inside him. I would pound him good. I bet he could take this
dick balls deep.

"Oh, god," I groaned. I was so close. I reached my shirt and started
playing with my nipple. As I stroke my aching cock, I rubbed the head with
my thumb. My foreskin covered it as I motioned my hand up and down. Fuck,
so close....

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I heard from behind.

My eyes popped open and I turned my head. Justin stood there behind me. He
looked at me, then down at my dick in my hand. Then he turned his head
slightly and looked at the computer screen, covered in his full spread
ass. FUCK!!!!

I didn't know what to do......


Thank you for reading. I promise the next installment will include actual
sex. Also, I would love to hear any suggestions about the new characters,
Toby's friends Dylan and Freddy, and if you guys would like them to become
involved. Or possibly Dylan's older brother. All comments are welcomed!