Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2011 13:43:16 -0600
From: Matt Brown <mattbrown631@gmail.com>
Subject: You're Awesome, Bro  Chapter 1 (incest)

Enjoy!
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Then it hit me like a freight train. "I can't believe this is happening to
me," I thought. But it was. I didn't know whether to chuckle, throw up, or
keep on smiling. Then his video screen went blank. My head was spinning. I
closed the browser, folded the computer shut, and set it back on the desk. I
didn't even bother putting by boxers back on. I lay down and pulled the
covers over me. I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep, but I was tired,
so at least I'd lie down and close my eyes.

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It was late at night, around 11:30. Everyone else in the house had gone to
bed an hour ago or so, as had I. But as I lay in bed and watched the gently
pulsing light on my MacBook intermittently fill the room and then subside,
my mind drifted to the very naughty thought I'd had earlier that day. I
really did want to sleep--I had a soccer game early the next day, but much
as I tried to get it out of my mind, the thought persisted. The light
beckoned me with every wave of illumination. My breathing grew heavy. I
finally caved. Very slowly and deliberately I pushed the covers off, slipped
out of bed, and picked up the computer carefully, almost reverently. It
weighed on my arms as if made of lead. My heart raced. I stepped back to the
bed, arranged my pillows, then sank back in. As I sat there, leaning back
against the stack of pillows, the computer resting on my knees, I felt at
once both weightless and unfathomably heavy. I was visibly shaking as I
pushed open the lid, opened my browser, and typed in the address. I paused,
staring at the screen...

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I should take a moment to tell you about myself. At the time, I was 15. I
lived in a wonderful, loving family composed of my parents, a sister, and a
brother. Kate, the oldest, was 18 and a senior in high school. Lucas, 17,
was a junior in high school and had been my idol, my role model, and my best
friend for as long as I can remember. We did absolutely everything together
and knew each other very well. I'm Matt. I'm the baby of the family, and I'm
a freshman.

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...I took one last good look at the address bar then, still trembling, hit
Enter. The page loaded. Manroulette. I'd run across it earlier that day when
I was looking at porn. I'm not gay, and never have been. I couldn't ever
have imagined having sex with a guy in real life, and I plan to be happily
(and faithfully) married to some wonderful girl someday and have lots of
wonderful kids. However, I had found in the last few years that I was really
turned on by gay porn. Maybe it was just the thrill of doing something
taboo, but whatever the reason, I loved looking at naked guys and
fantasizing about guys--I still do

In any case, here I was on Manroulette. I was wearing a pair of dark blue
plaid boxers with no shirt; that's what I always wore for sleeping. I placed
the computer in between my legs so the webcam had a view of my nicely toned
abs (nicely toned for a 15-year-old, anyway) with the waistband of my boxers
at the bottom of the frame and my pecs and nipples right at the top. I
didn't want to show my cock, and I didn't want to show my face. I hit start.
There were some creepy old guys, some ugly guys, and a few I found quite
attractive. Some showed their faces, some their cocks, and some their partly
clothed bodies like I did. I had a few conversations with different people.
A few asked me to show my face or my cock at which point I promptly hit
Next. There was one guy who I thought was extremely attractive. His frame
was about the same as mine--pecs, abs, and the waistband of his lime green
striped boxers. The big difference was that he had a lot of hair where I
didn't. I had some pretty substantial pubes, but I had very little hair on
my chest and abs, and in the webcam you couldn't really even see it at all.
He, on the other hand, had a perfectly shaped treasure trail from his navel
down to his boxers where his pubes sprouted out from under the waistband.
Also, he had a nice sprinkling of hair all over the rest of his chest and
abs. We chatted a bit, but when he asked my age and I told him, he told me
to get off and then ended the conversation. There were less than a hundred
people on that night, so there were numerous people I saw multiple times. He
was one of them.

He came up the second time and once again nexted me as soon as he
recognized me. But then, a few minutes later, he came up the third time,
and he lingered.  He asked my a few question, and we shot the breeze. He
said he was 18 and, similar to me, didn't really call himself gay or even
bisexual; he just liked looking at guys. Then I popped the question.

"can i c ur dick?" I typed.

There was a long pause. "Your partner is typing," it told me...

"maybe" he typed back.

Another pause, but shorter this time...

"only if u show urs"

I shivered visibly. I thought about it for a long time. Then I typed the
letters, "ok." But as my finger reached for the Enter key, I hesitated. Am I
really going to do this? I hit Enter.

We each changed the angle of the camera so our full crotch area was in view.
He put his thumbs under his waistband. I did the same. Slowly, he started
pushing his boxers down to reveal more of his thick, bushy pubes. I
followed, but more slowly. In my mind, I knew this was illegal, wrong, and
probably dangerous. But my mind wasn't running the show tonight. My
hardening cock strained against the fabric, begging to be let out. The guy
on the other end could see I was hesitating. He removed one hand from his
boxers and counted on his fingers, "1... 2..." I took a deep breath. The
third finger went up, then in a single move, he slipped his thumb back under
his waistband and pushed his boxers off as I did the same. Our dicks bounced
as the waistbands popped off the end. He was uncut; I was cut. My dick was
just under 5 inches, I'd guess his was close to 7 inches, maybe more. We
both stroked our dicks a bit, not really thinking much about it. We made
small talk in the chat box.

At one point, he typed, "well, i guess since ur 15, i can tell u im not
actually 18"

"how old r u then?" I typed back.

"just turned 17"

"cool" I typed, not really knowing what the correct response to that would
be.

As it turned out, we both lived in the same state. He ran track but had a
little brother who, like me, played soccer. He was a junior in high school.
He told me a lot about his girlfriend. ("What would she think if she saw
this?" I thought, chuckling under my breath.) The way he described her, she
was an angel come to earth.

We kept chatting. We talked about school, what subjects we like, what we
thought about politics, girls, and life. I asked him what it felt like to be
uncut. My brother Lucas was uncut too, and I'd talked with him about it
before. (My brother and I were very open with each other. We had no scruples
about being naked together and talking about our bodies. We'd even caught
each other jacking off before, and we just go on like it's a normal thing
like brushing your teeth.) Anyhow, Lucas really like having a foreskin. This
guy did too. One time, my brother told me he'd asked my parents why I was
circumcised when he wasn't. They said they hadn't wanted to circumcise me,
but I was born with my pee-hole in the wrong place, so they needed the skin
to repair it. (I later learned this is called "hypospadias," and when I
asked my parents about it recently, they verified that what Lucas had told
me was correct.)

This guy had as great sense of humor and a great body. He was super friendly
with me, and I quickly forgot all about being uncomfortable. I started
stroking a little faster, and he did, too. We kept chatting, but there were
more gaps as we became more focused on the task at hand (yes, I admit, pun
intended).

At one point, I said offhand "its funny, u seem so much like my big
brother."

"that's cool. u kind of remind me of my little bro."

The conversation continued, but then as I looked at those lines in the chat
box, a strange feeling came over me. Could it be? He is from the same state.
He's the right age. No, of course not. He's a good kid--he wouldn't do this.
And besides, he went to bed an hour ago or more.

Or did he? I looked out my window toward his window. The faint illumination
on the shrubs and trees just outside his window was unmistakable.

But that doesn't prove anything. He's probably just on Facebook. It was
late, and I just wasn't thinking straight. The conversation had ended. We
were just watching each other jack off now. I couldn't get that question off
my mind, though. But how do I ask it? I can't just say, "Hey, are you Lucas
Brown? Cause this is Matt your brother." What if he wasn't? Then I'd be
telling some stranger exactly who I was. And who would answer a question
like that from some 15-year-old kid online honestly, anyway? Do I even WANT
to know even if he is? Wouldn't that just be creepy and awkward? Well, it
would me more awkward to wonder. Besides, he's probably wondering the same
thing, I assured myself.

I stopped stroking. I took a few deep breaths. I didn't know any better way
to ask it, so I just asked it.

"u know how i said you seem like my big bro?" I typed. I waited for him to
respond.

"yeah"

"and u know how u said i seem like ur little bro?" I waited again.

"yeah"

"i think you r" I typed. That didn't make any sense.

"i think ur my bro i mean." I typed.

He didn't respond. I wasn't jacking off anymore, and neither was he. I knew
I didn't say that right. What if he is? Now things are going to be totally
awkward between us. I dragged the pointer over to the the little red
button, but just as I was about to tap it, I saw the stranger on the other
end reach a hand toward the webcam. He slowly tilted the screen back. As
the frame move up his abs, chest, and neck, I began to breathe hard. I
still wasn't sure I wanted to know, but I waited, pointer still hovering
over the red button.

I stared as his face came into the frame. It was unmistakable. He lingered
with his face in view for a few seconds, then tilted the screen back down so
I could see his abs. He didn't say anything. I still couldn't decide what to
do. Then without really thinking much, I tilted back the screen until my
face came into the frame.

"Matt." he typed. It's funny, but I distinctly remember it was the first
thing either of us had capitalized and one of the few periods either of us
had used the entire conversation.

"Lucas." I typed, capitalizing and using a period like he had done. Then he
slowly brought the angle back up until we were both looking each other in
the eyes. He didn't look upset, grossed out, or even lustful. He just looked
at me the way he always did when we were having fun together. I recognized
that little twinkle in his eye. It was always followed by a hand on my
shoulder accompanied by the words, "You're awesome, little bro."

I was staring straight into his face, but then I happened to glance at the
chat box, and saw it. "ur awesome little bro." I smiled.

Then it hit me like a freight train. "I can't believe this is happening to
me," I thought. But it was. I didn't know whether to chuckle, throw up, or
keep on smiling. Then his video screen went blank. My head was spinning. I
closed the browser, folded the computer shut, and set it back on the desk. I
didn't even bother putting by boxers back on. I lay down and pulled the
covers over me. I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep, but I was tired,
so at least I'd lie down and close my eyes.

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I don't know how long I lay there, the scene replaying in my mind over and
over. Then I felt something on my shoulder. It startled me. It was a hand.
The hand started moving, gently rubbing my back up and down. I just lay
there. Then the hand rested once again on my shoulder. I felt him get
closer, his breath rustling my hair. He whispered in my ear, "I mean it.
You're awesome, little bro." I smiled. I knew everything was okay.

He just stood there, hand on my shoulder, breath blowing through my hair for
a long time. Then his hand let go. Instinctively, I reached back and tried
to hold his hand there. But then I felt him pull the covers back and slowly
climb in with me. My back was to him and I scooted to make room. He pulled
the covers back over, then pulled me close to his body. The rod pushing
against my lower back told me he wasn't wearing boxers either. At first, it
shocked me. I tried to move away, but he pulled me back to him, and I felt
warm and safe. I turned my head to look into his eyes. We looked at each
other for a long time.

Lucas and I always found we usually knew what the other was thinking without
saying it. Some combination of similar genetics, a similar upbringing, and
spending so much time together. I'm not sure, but our thoughts tracked right
together. And in that moment, we knew EXACTLY what to do. In tandem, we
slowly brought our mouths together.

The moment my lips met his, the feeling was electric. His right hand, which
had been stroking my chest slowly made its way downward and began to stroke
my softening dick, which perked right back up in response to his touch. He
broke the kiss, and in one smooth movement, pushed off the covers, turned me
on my back, and enveloped by cock in his mouth. I knew I wasn't going to
going to get much sleep that night, but it was okay. This was going to be a
great night...

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Hope you enjoyed. Let me know if you liked it, and if you want to hear part
2.