Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2017 15:02:39 -0700
From: Daddyrob2@hushmail.com
Subject: The Cop and the Mormon

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This is a tale of married brothers incest. To my readers there are no boys
in this one - just two men who get to express their hidden desire for the
first time. For everyone who doesn't wish to proceed here on NIFTY you'll
find your fantasy. If you decide to stay, proceed with caution.



The Cop And The Mormon


Adam slammed the drivers side door. The bear was fuming. Another senseless
trip to the dryest city in the entire U.S. of A. No alcohol. No nightclubs.
Hell, no nightlife. If it weren't for his brother Dean he'd never come
back. It would all be left behind like a bad memory. It was a bad memory.
Pulling his suitcase from the backseat gave him another excuse to slam a
door.

     Check-in was a breeze. Federal cops were always rushed through. The
bell hop nervously fumbled the door open. The voice broke several times as
the features of the room and hotel were highlighted. The kid was so scared
he even refused the tip. He pulled his private phone. One press and the
other end began to ring.

     "Hey, it's me. Just now. Hyatt. 1704." Adam checked the view. "Yeah,
the bridal suite," he sarcastically answered. "Fine. Should've flown. Hell
of a long drive. Yeah, I still swear. Great. I'll order room service. No,
real food. Smuggled in a bottle of Jack. I know the law. Okay, I'll be
waiting. Oh, and, Dean? See if you can pick up some heroin on your way."
Adam chuckled at the response.

     A quick shower and change of clothes revitalized him. The food was
always reliably good so he ordered generously. Now there was nothing to do
but wait. Might as well see what's on the tube. So he sat back on the bed
settling on CNN. And waited. Waited for food. Waited for his brother.
Waited for absolution. It was the only thing that would never come.

    The knock at the door brought his senses into sharp focus. At the door
he called "Who is it?" Feds don't use peep-holes. The door opened to a cart
of tin covered food. Once set up by room service he was once more alone.
Lifting one shiney cover he took a french fry. One taste led to another
which led to the T-bone sitting with tomato slices and garnish. No more
vegetables. His finger centered the meat before he re-covered. Then came
the next knock on the door.

     "It's Dean," came the bark. As the door opened he sailed past his
brother until he was in the middle of the room. Turning he looked with a
smile spreading wide. "You've gotten bigger." It was true. Powerful before
the six footer had packed on pounds of muscle. Biceps strained his
sleeves. The neck was thicker, the stomach leaner. There was still the
smokey eyes, the thick dark brown, but the dark hair seemed thinner. Or
maybe it was due to the short length.

     "A fat cop is a dead cop." Adam moved forward embracing the smaller
version of himself. His arms wrapped about the man's shoulders as he felt
the same embrace just underneath his own. He inhaled the expensive
scent. "What's the name of your after-shave?" he kidded.

     Dean took in the younger version. "You really look good." His entire
being seemed to beam brightly. "The promotion agrees with you." The big
mitts held his shoulders as he awkwardly held Adams elbows.

     "To hell with work. Let's eat. I'm famished."

     Dean took a chair as he lifted the cover. "That's funny. The steaks
used to come with fries."

     "Shut-up. Say your little prayer and dig in."

     Conversation was easy as it always had been. That is until the topic
of religion came up. Both men had married within the faith. Dean was still
married making his younger brother an uncle six times over. Adam had
married and married and was now on his third wife. A child from each
marriage spread his paycheck through alimony and child support. He never
once begrudged his kids but he could never understand why none of his exes
wanted to work. Being at home all day would drive him nuts. So the tenets
of Mormonism was a sore topic that neither should have addressed.

     "I didn't leave the faith. It left me." Adams thumbs pushed his plate
away.

     "You need religion in your life."

     "Not yours!" His voice rose.

     "Ours. The family's. You were brought up on it." Dean watched him
raise a hand as he shook his head. "All right. I'll back off. But if you
ever change your mind..."

     "I'll pour myself a scotch." Adam instantly regretted the
bitterness. Not sorry for how he felt. Just sorry for firing with such
accuracy. "I am glad to see you." The face attempted a smile but failed
miserably. "You're the only one who get me to come this way."

     Dean attempted a change of subject. "I thought you'd bring Melissa and
the baby." He watched the eyes lower. "Oh, not again!"

    The grin was sardonic. "I'm still difficult to live with." Adam
chuckled as much for his brothers consternation as for the truth. "Besides,
one of the things that makes you look so good is having a fuck-up for a
brother."

     Dean threw his napkin on the plate.

     "No lectures!" Adams sudden intensity made the words a warning.

     "Not about your language. That's hopeless. But how is it you come to
see yourself as any kind of failure?" Dean leaned in. "You are incredibly
successful, not to mention the honors you've received. You're away so much
I don't even know how you found the time to meet those women, let alone
marry them. And you've got three great kids. You are not a failure or any
kind of disappointment."

     Adam grinned. "You could give pep talks to the Kamikaze."

     Dean tried to stifle the grin but couldn't. "Well, I can be a bit
much. But you... I couldn't ask for a better brother."

     Adam basked inwardly at his older brothers reassurance. "What do ya
say we get outta here? Hit the trail or rent a couple of bikes?"

     "Calling for rain." Dean waved to the dark clouds on the horizon.

     The Fed looked out. "Fuck", he muttered then grinned. "Sorry."

     "I know. This place has a pool. Let's get some trunks and go for a
swim." He was offered a quizzical stare. "Men's shop downstairs. They sell
bathing suits."

     Adam stood. "Fine. But no thongs."

     As to be expected the selection was meager. Back in the room it was
Dean who pulled the sheers closed. Shirts were quickly removed. It was Dean
who suddenly stopped. Then he stared.

     Adam followed the gaze to his shoulder. His right hand fingers felt
the scar on his left shoulder. "It lodged in the bone. Took a bit to get it
out. Doesn't bother me now."

     Dean touched the scar tissue. "What's it like to be shot? I mean how
much did it hurt?"

     "It hurt." The simplicity of the statement meant that it hurt
plenty. The bullet could have done much worse and for a moment the brothers
contemplated how much worse. They looked into each other's eyes for a
moment that only brothers know.

     They shucked their pants. Adam tossed his on a chair; Dean hung his
up. The briefs were tossed before the suits were donned. Then they
appraised each other's selection.

     "You look like you're going for a walk." Adam hated the almost knee
length surfer shorts.

     "You're indecent." Dean was more shocked that a brother of his would
even dare to wear such revealing material.

     "They're speedos. Where do you sunbathe? The 1920's?"

     Dean was almost at a loss. "But you can see everything."

     "Dark blue. You can't."

     The man was getting flustered. "I live in this town. I have a
reputation. With your broad shoulders, bodybuilder physique and matinee
idol looks everyone's head will turn. With those.. Those..."

     "Speedos."

     "You can make out everything. I can see each of your testicles and the
entire shape of your penis!" Dean was exasperated.

     "Hey!" He snapped. Then he moved a little closer, hushing his voice
conspiratorialy. "Are you guys allowed to say 'penis'?"

     Dean opened his mouth but froze for a moment.

     "Besides, at least I remind people what a man can look like. You not
only think like an Elder but you dress like a fucking nun!" Then Adam got
into his brothers space. His hand reached up to grab the loose crotch. "Is
there even a dick in here?" The paw gripped for a brief moment then
released.

     The room was suddenly still.

     Dean stared in horrified silence. His feet were glued to the spot.

     Adam cocked his head somewhat. Was that what he thought it was?

     Dean prayed for the second coming to happen right now. Or
Armageddon. Or, at the very least, a fire alarm.

     "Well..." One corner of Adams mouth curled upward. He saw his brothers
eyes look anywhere but at him. "You've got a hard-on." His brother
swallowed. "A fucking boner, man." But his words were soft.

     Dean attempted a stab at dignity. "You've got the body of a Greek
god. You look like a black-haired Thor. Then you put on those... Those..."

     "Speedos."

     Dean straightened his shoulders. "Don't mock me." He took a step back.

     Paws grabbed the shoulders pulling him into a hug. Adam held fiercely
onto the man, chest to chest. The low voice echoed happily. "A fucking
hard-on. That's great."

     Dean patted the broad back. "What's so 'great'?" The raspberry-kiss on
his cheek was the last thing he'd expected.

     "I was beginning to think your kids were the result of immaculate
conception."

     "Don't blaspheme."

     Adam released the slightly shorter man enough so he could look into
those sea-green eyes. "It just means you're human. Fuck, I popped a boner
the moment you walked in the room!" The glee was bounding.

      "What are you talking about?"

      The grin never faded. "I dunno. Maybe cuz I was so fucking glad to
see you. Maybe it was your cologne. Maybe it's the fucking clouds! Who
cares?" He gave him another squeeze.

     Dean chuckled but it was because of his brothers unbridled joy. "If
you tell anyone..." But it was an empty threat. They had the shared secrets
of childhood they'd never tell. Sometimes not even to each other.

     "Tell?" Adam fumbled clumsily inside his brothers waistband drawing
out the string. "Hell, I wanna see." The bow was undone.

     Dean tried to bow away but the powerful mitt on the small of his back
stayed him. "No, don't." The words fell quickly but lacked velocity. It was
all too late. A moment later the shorts fell.

     Adam looked down. The hard-on pointed to the ceiling. "Shit, even your
cock prays." It disappeared as the paw surrounded it. Firm, warm flesh.

     Deans arms hung limp in. The hand on his back was as immoveable as
stone. But the hand on his... "Adam? We're not twelve years old."

     Adam slyly smiled. "You were twelve. I was eight." The palm rubbed
slowly but firmly up then down the bottom of the shaft. The hard-on was
pressed firmly to Dean's body by the hand. "Imagine you doing such things
to such a young boy. What would the congregation say? Hmm?" As the hand
rubbed down his fingers gave the balls a tumble.

     Deans mind swirled in confusion. This was more than wrong on so many
levels. A homosexual act; an incestuous act at that! The memory of the sins
he visited upon his own sibling. Not to mention infidelity. His poor
unsuspecting wife; how would he face her? His flesh had proven to be the
instrument of evil. His hard flesh. The evidence in the hand of the
jury. His brothers hand. Cain and Abel. The grip of Abel holding the sin of
Cain. Such a firm grip. Strong and warm. His brothers hand. By his brothers
hand. Dean was sliding into hell. His soul lost to the flames. The flames
that crawled through his week, sinful body. The fire of his brothers
massage. The massage that felt so so wonderful. Dean tried to speak. "Adam?
No. I..."

     The cop slid his paw from the lightly hairy small of the back to take
hold of the dangling wrist.  Without resistance he placed the hand on his
muscular smooth pec. The hand was rubbed across the full left of his
chest. Adam grinned. One paw pressed against cock and balls, the other
against the back of his brothers hand.

     Deans hand was pressed into the muscle. Even let go, his splayed palm
remained. Eyes stared at the fingers. Then the spaces between. His brothers
flesh. Glancing to the left he saw the dark pap. The little dark protruded
beckoning. The pinky slid over the bump then back the other way. Then he
felt his brother vice his cock in a firm grip. The nipple seemed to want to
be tasted. Would it taste even remotely like...

     Dean brought his other hand up and shoved the chest backwards. "STOP!"

     Adam fumbled a step or two in sudden retreat. His fist was
emptied. When he looked at his angry brother it brought a knowing grin.

     "So that's why you can't keep a wife!" The accusation was meant to
sting. However the dark smirk remained infuriating him further. "You are
sinking in the mire of sin!" His superior tone and stance were defensive.

     Adam began to pinch his own nipples. "Buddy, I'm the poster boy." One
hand slid down washboard abs. Slowly now it slid further to rest on his
pouch. "Maybe it's your fault. Maybe you shouldn't have raped me." The
words struck the target with powerful velocity.

     Deans face reflected each memory, regret, penance. His eyes reflected
the sin of sexual transgression. They echoed his regret. And his shoulders
stooped under the burden.

      Adam had meant to loosen the pomposity. Perhaps his arrow had missed
the apple and instead hit the heart. His paw clasped the back of his
brothers neck. A forceful pull brought the man into his arms.

      Dean hugged back. His hands clasped the broad back. The grip on his
nape along with the power about his back felt like safety. It felt like
forgiveness. Regret rued his soul. "I'm sorry for..."

      "Shush." The hand on the back was now in the crown of the man's
head. "We were kids. It is what it was. No more, no less." They pressed
cheek to cheek. For a moment there was peace in the universe. "Truth be
told, I've jerked-off to the memory."

      Dean sighed. "Adam, Adam. Masturbation is a..." It was his turn to
chuckle. "So've I." His brother laughed. "Well, if I was perfect God would
have nothing to do." A kiss pressed his cheek. Dean said a prayer to let
this moment last. He hadn't felt this close to another human being in so
very long. Do sinners have their prayers answered? Answer this one. His
brothers paws slid across his shoulders to cup the ends. Cheeks
parted. Turning their heads their open eyes were near. They shared
breath. Dean wanted to say something. Anything. Just to make this...

     Adam moved in as he pulled the shoulders. Their lips met.

     Dean closed his eyes instinctively as the face closed in. Lips?
Lips. Adams. Adams?

     His lips were gentle, without any tension. So were his brothers. The
paws slid back to the crown of Dean's head. He began to move his lips
slowly.

     Dean felt the sensuous lips ply his own as if to coax the same
response. Adam?

     Tilting Dean's head Adam kissed gently. Lips rolled over lips. They
plucked the loose flesh.

     Dean felt the growing heat of strain on his cockhead as the nylon
crotch pressed against his. The lack of space created its own heat. The
lips pulled at his. Hands slid up the powerful back to cling to the
muscular shoulders. His own lips finally betrayed him as he returned Adams
kiss. Oh, Adam.

     As the kiss deepened, Adam pressed his crotch into his brothers. His
own growing hard-on became uncomfortable. The bend downward enclosed in the
unforgiving material was its own sweet torture.

     Dean felt the tongue begin to flick his lips. The pit of his stomach
warmed. Heat surged through his loins. The insistence let his lips
part. The tongue tentatively scooped in, retreated, then scooped in
again. A slight brush of mouth muscles. Suddenly they were swimming with
each other. Like otters the tongues frolicked. Rolling in the swapping
spit. Bodies pushed against each other. Nostrils flared. Noses
snorted. Brother to brother tongues united.

     Dean suddenly struggled free.

     Adam prepared for attack. "So help me, if you mention 'sin' I'll take
you out!" His shoulders squared.

     Dean guphawed. "I needed to come up for air." Sheepishly he looked at
him. "I guess I do come on a bit strong." Stepping free of the fallen
trunks he took a step back. "Look, we need a reality check. This is wrong -
no matter what you say. And I am married. I made a vow when I married to
remain faithful." The voice trailed off as he saw the hand raised in a stop
command.

     Slowly Adam walked forward. "Reverend, you're full of shit. You may
feel guilty, sinner that you are. You may lust in your heart. Homosexuality
is a sin. Incest is a sin. But, dear old Reverend, your cock is still rock
hard." Standing in front of his brother he forcefully challenged, "Now, you
put your fucking arms around my neck and kiss me like you've always wanted
to."

     Dean swallowed hard.

     "I'm waiting..."





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