Date: Fri, 9 Nov 2001 17:57:48 EST
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 9 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

                      The Power - Part 9
                     By GetRealGuy@aol.com


It was 'the morning after', Thursday, a school day. Mom woke us with a
new wake-up call that she had dreamed up.

"Sue wee! Ah, sue wee!", she squealed at ear shattering volume. Later,
at breakfast, when she was sure that we were fully awake and not
sleepwalking, she revealed the reason for the weird wake-up call.

"I was just calling you guys out of that pig-pen, that you call a
bedroom, in case you have forgotten today is a school day." She turned
from the stove, looked at us to make sure that we were listening, then
continued, "I am sure that it won't look like that after the both of
you get home after school and clean it up. Take that as being 'an
appointment with destiny', if you know what I mean." She turned back
to the stove and poked at the eggs in the pan.

Some mornings Mom seemed to go out of her way to be bitchy. That was
one of those mornings. It really wasn't her nature so, on the rare
occasions that she swung in that direction, Bob and I paid attention.
That is exactly why she pulled it off, and did it well. She was more
like Bob in that respect. Both of them should have been acting in the
movies. While Dad, on the other hand, was more on the reserved,
serious side, but he did have his warm, relaxed, moments too.

That morning, Dad was buried so deep in his newspaper that he didn't
even look up when Bob finished his breakfast and got up to go upstairs
to take his shower. Soon after that, he grumbled in protest over
something that he just read, scooted his chair back and stood up. I
had my face in a cup, taking a swig of coffee so, without interrupting
me he gave me a pat on the shoulder to let me know that he was leaving
for work. On his way out the back door, he passed by Mom and gave her
a kiss on the cheek.

As Mom was pouring her coffee at the stove, I took the opportunity to
re-position my butt by squirming in my chair. It wasn't painful but I
still had a tingly feeling from the ravish of Bob's big cock plowing
me last night. All this time, I only dreamed about it with slight
reservations that being deflowered with Bob's big monster cock, I
would be sitting on one of those donut cushions, like an old person
with piles, for days after. Never happened! Actually, I was
experiencing an extended afterglow, along with, almost a pleasurable
tingle, or itch. Itch, was the right word for it because I was itching
for more. That morning, I was in the bathroom and took my shower
before Bob, and before breakfast, so all I had to do was brush my
teeth while Bob waited in the kitchen for me. Both of us kissed Mom at
the same time, on opposite cheeks, slammed the back door and leaped on
our bicycles as we always did. But, this time, my overly sensitive
spot was brought to my attention again when I swung my leg over my
bicycle seat and attempted to comfortably work my way into the saddle.
Bob noticed the expression on my face.

"Hurt? From last night, Bro?" he said sympathetically as he watched
me.

"No, just a little sore. I expected that with your monster meat. But
it sure felt good," I quickly added with a big grin.

"Man, you sure are tight! Tighter than any pussy that I ever had," he
said loud enough for me to hear plus anyone else, if anyone else had
been around.

I gleamed and was delighted that he chose to talk so openly about it,
"Then you liked it?" He was ahead of me so I speeded up. "Want more?"
I said excitedly as I caught up to him.

About then, we were riding side by side on the bicycle path. His bike
wobbled as he tried to reach out and grab my butt. I lost my balance
trying to dodge his hand and had to straddle my bike to stop. The
center bar caught me just in the wrong place causing me to almost yell
out. I restrained myself because I didn't want Bob to misinterpret the
sudden discomfort that I felt, from being goosed by the bar, as having
anything to do with the pounding that he gave me.

"Man, if I can hold out until --!" he pulled away yelling at me even
louder, "After school when we clean out our room." By that time, he
was too far ahead of me on the path for me to express how pleased I
was.

My face was still gleaming after I racked my bike and entered my
homeroom. Bob and I had different homerooms. That was because in our
freshman year, we got into a little trouble setting off a little tiny
firecracker in class. The principal took pity on us. Figuring that we
were 'in cohorts' with each other, he elected to separate us by
assigning us to different homerooms instead of expelling us. Different
homerooms, meant different class schedules. It remained that way
throughout our high school years so the only time that I saw Bob was
in the hallways between classes or in club periods if we elected to
take the same club.

During the day Bob brushed past me in the hallway. It was merely a
brush but I became worried that he might try to play grab ass. Grab
ass was the clowning around that the 'in guys' did to purposely shock
or embarrass their buddies. Nothing but playing around. It would be
taboo to do such a thing in public, kidding or not, if real sexual
intentions were even hinted at. Bob and I were certainly "in guys" but
after last night, I wasn't too sure if my reaction would be convincing
enough for others. I was glad to see that he was cold as hell and
walked on by without even an obscure wink or smile. I understood, but
feeling paranoid, I thought that avoiding me might arise suspicion.

As I sat through my morning classes, I made plans for after school. I
would hurry home and, since this was Thursday; Mom would be out
shopping at 'the super' with our neighbor, Mrs. Preston. Dad used the
car during the week so Mom welcomed Mrs. Preston's standing offer to
go shopping with her, in their van, every Thursday afternoon. Those
weekly trips were a given.

After school, when we arrived home and put our bikes in back, we
entered through the kitchen door. There on the refrigerator door was
Mom's note. Squalled in big writing it said: "Gone for the swill". Not
only did she have a sense of humor but, in a few short words, she was
reminding us not to forget to clean our room. We both laughed as Bob,
almost simultaneously, barked out the first order.

"Get the vac' out of the hall closet, meet you up stairs."

When I entered the bedroom with the vacuum cleaner, Bob was already in
the nude. I started to get undressed. As soon as I finished pulling my
T-shirt from over my eyes, I felt Bob's quick peck on my cheek and
then a nip at my earlobe.

"Help me with the dresser before you finish undressing," he loudly
whispered in my ear, not intending to make it sound romantic.

I didn't know exactly what he was up to but I went along with it by
lifting one end of the dresser. He managed to guide the move over to
the door where we set it down to make a very effective barricade for
intruders.

"There, that should do it," he said as he brushed his hands as if he
had dust on them, "we need a lock on that door," he added as he paused
to look around the room. "I've been thinking about this all day. I
have something real bizarre in mind." He went to his pants which were
laying in a heap on the floor. With some effort, he pulled a small bag
from one of the pockets, he held it on top, dangled and shook it,
showing me. Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a small black and
white box. "I have here;" he looked down to read the label; "Trojan,
Magnum-XL, extra large condoms. And, to use with them, the necessary -
safe for use with latex condoms, water based, KY lubricant."

"Cool, Fuck'n cool! When did you have a chance to get?"

"At lunch time. At Phil's Drugs, across the street from the school,"
he said, sounding somewhat proud of himself.

"No wonder I couldn't find you in the cafeteria. Any problem getting
them?"

"Nah! Old Phil is 'right in there'. He has a boy of his own and
understands about AIDS and all of those other things. Man, when I told
him the size that I wanted, I caught him glancing down at my crotch. I
know that he had fatherly advice in mind when he went behind the cash
register and casually asked if I had the right kind. He really meant
right size, and if I knew how to use them. I almost burst out laughing
but just nodded my head. Did he think that I was going to use them for
a shower cap or something? I know how to use them alright, but he
couldn't have guessed what I had dreamed up. Not even in his wildest!
I am going to squirt a big dab of KY lube inside the rubber, can't use
Vaseline you know? It desolates the rubber."

"No kidding?" I said. I never admitted to anyone that I never had the
need to use one. Bob, of course, knew that when he continued.

"Yea, man, I didn't know it either until I pulled out of Mary Ann, one
time, and found out that the only part left was the ring that holds it
on against the bod'. I was afraid that I had started a family before I
intended to."

"With that whore? I would be more afraid of 'Vi-Doe-key', or something
worse, with all the tricks that she turns."

"Come on!" he exclaimed, "a little jealous, Bro?" He grinned slightly
to coach a reaction from me.

I bypassed that question by coming up with one of my own. "Why the big
size rubber with all the goop in it?"

"Hey, the sliding will make me feel like I have a foreskin all the way
from the tip, down the shaft to the base of my cock. And, you know how
good that would feel."

"Sensational!" I responded thinking that I would like to try
masturbating with one. "Do you have to cut off the end of the rubber
to make it feel like an extended foreskin?" I asked for my own
information. "Is that what you are going to do?"

"No, no need! Besides, I don't want to get you pregnant." Smiling
again, he reached around and cupped my ass cheeks while he pressed and
rubbed his half-hard against my pants, which were still on.

"Get undressed and help me move the bed and adjust the mirror on the
closet door. We both are going to see everything! You know how we both
like that. I have seen how you like seeing yourself jerk-off in the
mirror. Now you are going to see yourself getting fucked. Not only
that, but you know what the vacuum cleaner will be used for?"

"No," I said in wonderment as I finished undressing.

"To drown out the sound of the dirty talk that we both like. If Mom
comes home early, she will be looking for us to help with the
groceries but with the dresser against the door, she won't be able to
come in. And, guess what? With the vacuum going, she won't hear
anything either. Furthermore, she will be delighted to think that we
moved the furniture to vacuum underneath."

It took some maneuvering to get the bed in the correct position so
that we would best see our reflections in the mirror. The mirror was
mounted on a hinged door which made it easy to adjust. Bob Ripped open
the condom wrapper with his teeth.

"Wait," I yelled, I want to wet that thing before you put it into the
rubber." Bob laid back on the bed and propped his head up with a
pillow to watch his image in the mirror.

"Wow! This is going to be great! I'll turn a little so you can watch
it too."

At the time I was more interested in getting all of his rapidly
growing cock in my mouth before it got too big for me to get it all in
so that it touched the back of my throat. I felt it there, not fully
hard, as the hot blood surged in and started to fill his cock. What a
thrill as I felt his complete manhood, from tip to base, swell within
my mouth, pushing deeper into my throat. In seconds it was rock hard
and so engorged that it was gagging me. I pulled off of it and started
to take long strokes from the tip all the way to the base. As my mouth
moved down the shaft, I took short swallows to savor it. I am sure
that my swallows must have pulsed my throat mussels against his full
erection, making it more enjoyable for him. It was his pleasure I had
in mind but, believe me, I was getting just as much pleasure out of
it. Maybe more! The best part of it was that, by looking into the
mirror, I could see his whole body shiver when I licked around the
ridge of the head. I dragged the tip of my nose along the edge of the
crown searching for the source of the excitement that it was sending
to my brain. My tongue dropped into the crevice just beneath the
flange of the mushroom cap while I retracted his foreskin down even
further. Even though he had taken a shower this morning, some smegma
had formed there. My saliva seemed to reconstitute it so that its
taste and aroma became intoxicating. It was like and aphrodisiac. My
head whirled. Although I had never tried poppers, I knew that this had
to be better than some chemical concoction. My heart was racing so
hard that I had to move back to take a breath. I positioned my mouth
about six inches above the tip of that lolly-pop.

"Make it jump into my mouth. Slap lips with it." I closed my mouth so
it wouldn't get snagged on my teeth.

By moving my head very slightly and shifting my eyes toward the
mirror, I could see the whole thing. It was amazing. On first swing,
it hit me so hard that it actually stung my lips. I took about three
more hard hits from the muscled missile before I opened my mouth wide.
What muscle control, direct hit! My mouth closed over on it. Bob
squirmed and shifted his body.

"Man, I want you to see what it's like to see yourself being sucked in
the mirror."

He coached my body around so that I could see the soles of my feet in
the mirror. I was astounded with what I saw next. It was the top of
Bob's head. He had turned around and now he was suspended over me in a
sixty-nine position. I felt his cock brush my lips so I opened wide.
He had raised his body above me so, if I moved my head slightly to the
side, I could still have his cock in my mouth. What really fascinated
me was by spreading my legs slightly, I could see my own dick and
balls. He grabbed my dick at the base, held it straight up, licked
around the head a few times, and then started a very slow downward
thrust. The more he took into his mouth, the higher my balls rose.
When his lips hit base, my balls almost disappeared inside of me. Each
time he repeated the action, my balls rose and fell back again as he
reached the top to take a breath and lick the head again. He raised up
and looked into the mirror as he stuck his index finger deep into his
mouth. He brought his wet finger down and circled the rim of my hole
with it. Feeling that he didn't have enough saliva on his finger, he
bowed his head down to spit on it. I could not see everything at that
point but I swear that it felt like he put his tongue in there for an
instant. Could this be Bob, I thought. Why not, as turned on as he
gets, he probably eats pussy too. He raised his head again so I could
see what he was doing. First one finger, just the tip with a soothing
action. This had a hypnotizing effect on my ring so that it became
fully relaxed. Then up to the knuckle. I stopped looking. I wanted to
take his cock. His legs were spread just enough to allow me to take
full deep strokes, which I did. Each time I had it in as far as it
could go, his balls nested on the bridge of my nose. What a great
feeling. He had two fingers in now and was loosening me up by moving
his fingers in a small circle and it actually felt good. I was ready
for his big cock. Surprisingly, it didn't take 'The Power' or anything
like that, to read my mind. Considering our unique relationship, both
physically and mentally, what he said next was no surprise.

"You are ready for my big cock," he said with conviction, as he looked
at my image in the mirror. He slowly moved into a kneeling position
and reached for the rubber and lube at the same time. "Here," he said
as he tossed me a condom that he had remove from the packet, "Put it
on for me."

I had never put one on myself or anyone else but using logic, it was
obvious how it had to be done. I stretched it over the tip of the
smooth head and started to unroll it down the shaft.

"No! No!" he reached over and handed me the tube of KY, "unroll it
just a little and squirt a big glob of the stuff into it than put it
on."

He helped roll it down and then he worked the lube that was inside
down the shaft. Then he put a blob on his finger and worked it into my
waiting hole. I was on my hands and knees at the time but he managed
to direct me so that there was a good side view of me in the mirror.
He got off the bed, when over, plugged in and turned on the vacuum
cleaner.

"Now we can start with the talk." He slapped me hard on the ass when
he said it.

"Fuck me with that big fat cock," I yelled out, not believing what I
said while I reached around to guide it in. It excited me just to yell
it out. I yelled it again as I felt him pressing harder. My hole was
welcoming it and almost reaching out and grabbing it.

I turned my head toward the mirror in time to watch his huge, thick,
cock slowly disappear into my pucker. I soon found out that the few
seconds of the initial insertion can be almost as exciting as the
final climax. Bob let out one continuous moan as he felt the warm
walls of my tunnel passing over the head of his cock and gripping his
shaft as he pressed in. I was feeling complete surrender as his warm
gentle monster, slid slowly inside of me. Then, he became part of me
and I, a part of him. He started pumping very slowly as we moaned in
unison. I was in heaven as I felt and watched his thick cock move in
and out of me in the mirror. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Bro! I screamed.

"Like my big cock, don't you? Say it! Tell me!" he slammed in hard to
force and answer.

I was encouraging him to get a little rough because I wanted him to
demonstrate that he was the dominating male and I wanted to surrender
to him. "Yea! I love your big cock in me," I whimpered. "Please fuck
me harder," I pleated.

"You are my little whore, aren't you? Answer me!" he demanded as he
pushed in as far as he could go and gyrated his butt in circles
causing his cock to swirl inside of me.

"I am your little whore and you can have me whenever you want."

"And you will suck my dick when ever I want! And eat my cum, get that!
Get that?

"I want your cum! Fill me! Shoot it in me!

He speeded up. Spasmodically, he reached down and grabbed my cock and
unsuccessfully tried to jack me off. From his intense excitement, I
knew that he was about to go off so I reached down and took over his
attempt to force my climax. He started to swat my ass as I furiously
pumped to meet his climax.

Suddenly the door was shaking. It was Mom. We couldn't stop. I banged
against him to meet his plunges. Then it happened. His cock hit my
prostate and I let out a loud, throaty, vocalization that was part
moan and part scream.

"What's gone on in there!" Mom yelled, shaking the doorknob and
banging on the door. "Are you guys fighting?"

"No Mom, We are vacuuming the rug and there's furniture blocking the
door," he slowed a little but he didn't miss a stroke as he reached
around and cupped his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. "Oh, and
Bill stumped his toe, not hurt, no problem."

His breath quivered as he pushed in all the way. The throbbing cock
felt like it was going to explode with each pulse. His body started to
tremble. It was like his cock was letting out a number of
uncontrollable, stifled, sneezes when he unloaded into the rubber. I
was sure that the once insignificant reservoir on the end of the
rubber had filled up to become about the size of the head of his cock.
I didn't have to pound any further. It was instantaneous as
instantaneous can be. With muffled gasps from both of us, we burst
forth with the ecstasy of a sensational, simultaneous, climax.

"Well, come down and help me unload the groceries when you finish,"
Mom said as she calmed down, "I left the heavy stuff over next-door in
the car. Go get them later, when you are finished with what you are
doing."

"We just finished Mom. We'll be right out," Bob yelled back. I don't
know how he was able to speak because I wasn't even able to breathe,
more less talk. Bob ran over and unplugged the vacuum so we could
listen for her to leave. As soon as she did, he pecked the end of my
nose. I wiggled it as he nipped at my earlobe. Then in a stifled
giggle he whispered, "I almost told her that I just unloaded the
groceries in you."

The next few minutes must have looked like one of the old comedies
where the only special effects that they knew was to speed up the film
about ten times its normal speed. We got dressed, moved the furniture
back, ran the vacuum through the traffic area, threw the junk laying
around into a box and shoved it into the closet. We passed through the
kitchen on the way to next-door while Mom was putting stuff into the
refrigerator.

"You guys better have done a good job because I am coming up to
inspect as soon as I get everything put away." She didn't even turn
around as she said it. It was as if she was speaking to the bottle of
milk that she was putting on the first shelf.

Both of us scaled the hedge on our way next-door to unload the van but
we had to use the long way, the street sidewalk, with the two loads of
groceries. We weren't quite as ambitious returning from the second
trip, slowing, we had time to talk. Bob was carrying a box and walking
ahead of me.

He showed concern as he turned back and looked at me. "Hey guy, you
are not going to be hurting from what we did, are you?" he dropped
back so we didn't have to talk so loud.

"Nah, I don't think so. Even if it did, it was worth it. Man, that
felt good."

"You really like it, don't you?"

"Sure do! And don't deny it! You liked doing it too. I bet if we keep
doing it, I can make you lay off pussy for awhile."

"Well, maybe so. I'm not sure, but keep trying. I love your ass."

"If you knew how good it feels to have a guy's cock up your own ass,
you just might tell all those cunts that you are fucking with to go
fuck themselves. You wouldn't want anything to do with them."

"Oh, really? I didn't know it could feel that good. I'll have to try
letting some guy fuck me someday but I'll let you get first try at
it."

I almost dropped the bags that I was carrying. "Shit! Get real! You
can't be serious?" I said as my jaw dropped. He quickened his stroll
ahead of me.

He turned around and looked back, "oh," he yelled back, "but I am!"
Then he turned forward and went straight into the house.

I stopped dead in my tracks. I thought that maybe he wasn't just
fucking with my mind. Maybe that is why he had me tie him to the bed
that time. I know he will try anything. I have seen that. Then, maybe
I just don't know my own twin brother, and maybe, he is more like me
than I think.

When we got the groceries in the house and on the kitchen counter I
tried to catch his eye. He didn't speak or turn to face me. When I
turned back after asking Mom if she needed help unpacking, he had left
the room and was headed upstairs. Mom always said that she preferred
to do it herself because then she would know where things were. As
expected, I got a 'no' answer. I figured that Bob had gone up to our
room to give our cleaning job its final touches. We knew that when Mom
was ready for her inspection, we had to make it look like we spent
hours cleaning and we had only about five minutes to do it in. When I
got to the room to help Bob, I decided that it was not the time or
place to pursue our previous conversation. We both got to work and
were stretched out, each on our own bed, resting from the ordeal when
Mom came in.

"Ready for the inspection," Mom shouted out as she entered the room.

Her hands were mysteriously clasped behind her. When she put them out
in front of her, our eyes bugged. Like a commanding officer ready to
carry out a military inspection, she had white gloves on. She reached
up and ran one hand across the front edge of the dresser. Then turned
her palm up to examine the tips of her gloved fingers for signs of
grime or dust. Unexpectedly she broke into laughter. She wasn't able
to follow through with her well planned joke so she spread out her
arms and raked us into her in a tight hug. The three of us embraced as
she kissed our cheeks and thanked us for the good job that we had
done. In the embrace, Mom squeezed us so hard that at one point she
pressed Bob's body against mine. I felt Bob's hand accidentally(?)
brush against my ass. My whole body tingled and my butt spasmed
slightly under his hand.

After we got out of her clutches, Mom turned and walked out of the
room. Bob followed her and I followed closely behind Bob. When Mom was
well ahead of us, I moved in close to Bob's back and I hooked my chin
on his shoulder. While looking straight ahead, I patted him gently on
the ass and whispered, "Tonight? -- Which bed? --- Your ass, or
mine???"

TO BE CONTINUED
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