Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2006 12:10:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Enoch Root <enochthepink@yahoo.com>
Subject: Meta 2 - A Present Between Brothers

Disclaimer: This is not for the faint of heart, or anyone particularly
offended by man-man intercourse of any type.  Some sexual encounters will
be occurring between minors and adults, and are not to be actually
consummated in real life.  If any such things are offensive to you, it
would be wise to stop reading now.

Content (So you don't have to READ to find out): Fucking Between a Minor
and his Father, Mild Sci-Fi, Brother-Brother Flirtation/Sex

Comments?  Observations?  Etc?  Feel free to Email me @
enochthepink@yahoo.com

So Far...

	Eric (20) was stationed on an asteroid base for five years and has
just returned to stay with his brother, Lucas (16), and their father, Brian
(41).  Eric and Lucas got wasted in downtown New York before coming home,
where they hit the hot tub, and then bed.  Eric used the present he got for
Lucas, a Metamorph unit that can copy any person it has ever touched or any
person the user remembers (with less accuracy), and then sent it in to
sleep with Lucas until he wakes up.

Players-

Eric Roberts (20) -- 6'5", 230 lbs, built like a brick house.  He has a
military style haircut with dark brown hair and blue squinty eyes.  His
jawline is very thick, and he has an Irish nose that is always a little
red.  Eric has a light dusting of chest hair that leads down to his ten
inches of uncut meat.

Lucas Roberts (16) -- 5'7", 150 lbs, built like the swimmer he is.  He has
shaggy dark brown hair, light blue eyes, a pointed jawline and a small
Irish nose.  Lucas is smooth still, with a light treasure trail leading
from his bellybutton to his thick seven inches of uncut cock.

Brian Roberts (41) -- 6'2", 260 lbs, built like Eric, only covered in hair
and a beer belly covering his abs.  He has a military haircut as well
(being an active officer), and a heavier brow that shelters his blue eyes.
Brian has an eight inch cock, and a tattoo of a scorpion on his lower back.

Nick Dunkirk (24) -- 5'11", 280 lbs, a muscleman with no definition, he is
a Sergeant where Eric was stationed.  He has blond hair, a hairy chest, a
pronounced brow, thick jaw and angry green eyes.  His cock is veiny, and
seven inches uncut.

Meta -A Present Between Brothers-

	Lucas wakes up to entirely too much light pouring into his room.
His shades and window are open and a slight breeze follows the radiation.
Lucas' mouth feels like he had his comforter in there all night, and he
decides rather quickly to go grab some water.  That is when he sits up, and
subsequently falls out of his bed in shock.  Lucas was drunk last night,
but he remembers sitting naked in the hot tub with his brother, then going
to bed.  He does not remember there being a woman involved, but there is
one lying next to him now.  Lucas is still naked, sitting on the floor,
breathing hard.  He decides to pull on some boxers and grab the water,
hoping it will strike his memory.
	Lucas comes back in the room with a glass of water, looking at the
girl.  She is probably twenty or so, with black hair and pale skin.  She is
quite attractive, thick lips, a slight frame.  She is half covered by the
gray comforter, but is obviously in just a thin nightie, her large breasts
barely concealed.  Lucas cannot remember the girl, and she startles him
when she wakes suddenly, catching him staring at her, confused.
	"Hello, Lucas..." She sort of purrs, she sits up slowly, her
breasts heaving forward causing Lucas to take a step back.  She is
gorgeous.
	"H--Hi--" Lucas stutters.
	"You don't remember me do you?"  The girl gets on all fours, and
walks herself towards him.
	"I- I mean... well, I don't... but that doesn't- I mean..." Lucas
is lost, the girl rises to her knees, to eye level with Lucas.  She is
smiling and she puts her right pointer on Lucas' mouth to shut him up.
	"I am a present.  I was just having some fun with you.  You haven't
met me.  I am Meta, a Metamorph AI."
	"Wha- Oh..." Lucas pulls it together; this is the present his
brother promised.  An illegal Metamorph, illegal because AI are considered
entities in Sol System and Meta is a glorified slave.  Albeit one that is
completely okay with being a slave, so the legal and ethical waters are
somewhat murky.  Suffice it to say, Eric must have gone through a lot to
get her out of customs lockdown and to Earth.
	"I can be whoever you want.  This is my normal look, but I can take
any person's form as long as I have touched them or I can approximate them
from reading your memories.  I can do costumes as well, but only within a
range of a couple of feet."  Meta explains, giving Lucas time to think of
his next course of action.
	"Well... I am... heh, this is kind of weird.  I don't really know
what to do with you... I mean... has my brother put anyone in yet?"  Lucas
isn't sure what is acceptable, or how to handle a thing that looks like a
real person, but is fully expecting to handle his every need.
	"I look like his girlfriend on the colony.  I also have a few
people up there encrypted.  I also have two people from down here, but only
one is encrypted."  Meta recites; apparently Eric has used Meta before.
Lucas remembers that Metamorphs are entirely sanitary to be used as such,
and wouldn't be telling the truth if he wasn't a little turned on by the
idea of using the same sex machine as his hunky older brother.
	"Who is the unencrypted person?"  Lucas gulping down the rest of
the water.  Meta starts to shift slightly, like she's leaning back, but
then her skin starts slowly flowing out, parts are see-thru, and it takes
Lucas a minute to realize that she is turning into a man.  A larger man in
a military uniform, and then he leans forward, and it is Lucas' father.
	"D-dad?"  Lucas stammers, his father?  Eric programmed Meta with
their father, and Lucas cannot manage additional levels of shock.  His cock
is rock hard, thinking that Eric was hiding in a bathroom on the base,
fucking their father.  Lucas doesn't know what to do; his mind is swimming
with confusion and lust.
	"Nice to see you, Lucas."  Brian says in his normal, entirely too
loud rumble.  He is smiling, the lines by his mouth creasing out,
alleviating the normal angry scowl that his subordinates are used to.
	"H-hi."
	"You called me up here, Son.  Did you want anything?"  Brian's
voice getting stern, same as whenever Lucas had wasted his time before.  He
stands up from the bed next to his son, Lucas is tenting his boxers.
	"Yeah... I mean..."
	His father leans in, his stubble scratching Lucas as his mouth
comes close to the boy's ear.  "I'll do whatever you want, boy.  You just
have to ask."
	"What does... I mean, what do you and Eric do, when you meet like
this."
	"I wonder..." Brian rubs his jaw.  His smile getting wide, he's
about to make fun of Lucas for something.  That smile always means that.
"You've never done anything before have you, Lucas?"
	"I... well... no."
	"A boy your age, still a virgin?  I thought I raised you to be a
man, not a eunuch..."  His father laughs with his belly, his eyes watering
slightly.  Lucas shrinks back a step, his father hitting a sensitive spot.
	"Hey, it's okay.  Just means that dear old Dad can teach you right,
doesn't need to worry about all the stupid shit other people taught you."
Brian smiles.  Lucas looks down at his feet, but smiles too.
	"So, what's first?"  Lucas asks, looking his father in the eye.
Brian's grin turns smirk, and he walks to Lucas, his arms held out slightly
at either side.
	"Undress me."  Brian says authoritatively.  Lucas looks in his
eyes, and they flick down, and then his grin gets bigger.
	"Okay... Dad..." Lucas stammers, his hands fumbling with Brian's
tie.  His father puts his meaty paws over Lucas', and together they manage
to get his tie off without choking him too badly.  Lucas is left alone with
the shirt, the buttons are all snaps, so all he has to do is pull.
Nervously, he pulls just one button at a time, until he gets down to the
middle of Brian's stomach, and his Dad breathes out heavily, forcing the
last few buttons loose all at once.  Lucas pulls the shirt off, and his
father stands before him, his hairy pecs covered in a mild sheen.  Lucas
had remembered it being cold when he woke up, but now it is kind of hot.
	"I don't have all day, Lucas."  Brian mumbles as Lucas spaces out
staring at his father's broad chest, his thick belly.  Lucas is biting his
lip, but suddenly awakens, and nods.  He gets on his knees and grabs at the
silver rectangle holding his dad's pants aloft.  It disengages easily, and
he pulls it out of the loops.  Brian is wearing fitted uniform pants, so
they only sag slightly without the belt, as it is there mostly to keep his
shirt straight.  Lucas looks up sheepishly as he grabs at the top button of
the grey slacks.
	"It won't bite.  Now, pull them off already!"  Brian is getting
inpatient, and Lucas takes that too seriously, and nearly ruins the zipper
as he yanks his father's pants down to his ankles.  Brian is still in a
pair of khaki boxers as he steps out of the slacks, and kicks them out of
range.  Lucas looks up at his dad, who nods, and then thumbs the boxers at
both hips, and pulls them down swiftly.  As such, his father's full cock
rebounds up and grazes the boy's left cheek.  His prick startles Lucas at
first, who pulls back, as Brian tosses his boxers away.
	"Now, lose yours and get back over here.  I think you need to start
learning how to suck a fucking prick."  Brian rumbles.  Lucas obeys,
tossing his boxers in the corner of the room, and kneeling at his father's
feet.
	"So... I just..."  Lucas stammers, grabbing the thick piece of
meat.  It's warm, the tip of the head just peering from under his father's
foreskin, a red spearhead hidden under thick peach skin.  Lucas' mouth
waters, and he opens to accept the first couple of inches of his father's
thick pole.
	"Hmm... good.  Now put your lips over your
teeth... Yess... Perfect, Son.  Take it slowly at first, don't swallow too
much.  There you go, back and forth.  Don't be afraid to use your
fist... Hhhuuhhh..."  Brian moans his pointers, massaging his son's
shoulders.  Lucas tries to do his best, bobbing on his father's nob just
like in the vids he downloaded on his computer.  It's not as hard as he was
expecting, well the cock is hard, but sucking it...
	"Yeah.. push a little more in there.  Try pushing
my.. fuck... Exactly, the foreskin is key... fuck yeah.. You got it
now... fuck."
	Brian grabs Lucas left hand, and places it on his ass.  Lucas looks
up, continuing to jack his father while sucking as much of the eight inch
monster as his sixteen year old mouth can contain.  "Your finger.  Use
it... hhhuuhhh... You know..."
	Lucas bobs faster, his cock infuriated at its utter neglect, and
his left hand pushes between his father's hairy globes, finding the small
pucker within.  His pointer probes around it for a moment, eliciting a hiss
from the man of the house, and then enters, slowly, into the tight orifice.
	"Fuck... push it in... Fuck it already... yeah... faster... You
won't hurt me, Son.  Don't be^×fuck.."
	Lucas pushes another finger in, fucking his father with one hand,
and slurping and jerking with the other.  Lucas is managing to swallow
about two thirds of his father's python, but can seem to manage any more.
Brian is fucking the boy's face, Lucas holding his father back with his
right hand, egging him on with his left.  Quickly, Brian intensifies his
thrusts, and Lucas knows what is next.  He sticks his fingers in his
father's tight hole looking for the magic spot he read about, and then
tries to gulp his dad down whole.
	"Swallow ever drop Lucas, hold my cock all the way in and let it
coat your insides."  Brian grunts, his cock in Lucas up to the hilt, Lucas'
tongue swirling under the thick shaft.
	"F-fuck!"  Brian blasts Lucas with thick white juice, his son
accepting every last drop as his father spasms slightly in his wet grasp,
his asshole gripping at Lucas' fingers.  Brian pulls his still hard cock
from Lucas' mouth, and kneels in front of him.  His meaty paw pulls his son
in for a kiss, and Lucas shares what is left of his father's seed, as
Brian's right hand moves down his son's chest, over his tight abs, through
his patch of hair, and grabs the boy's urging cock firmly.  Two swift
jerks, and the boy grabs his father in a bear hug, as his seven incher
unloads into his father's hand.  Brian palms as much boy fluid as he can
muster, and holds it up to Lucas.  Lucas goes to lick it, but Brian's hand
absorbs the white stuff, and he grins.
	"If, that... then..."  Lucas realizes that the come he just
swallowed was his brother's.  He slumps back against his bed, breathing
heavy.
	"Fuck... that was a good one.  We should do it again later."
	"Yeah... Fuck, what time is it?"  Lucas jumps up suddenly, checking
his alarm, it is well after eleven, and his brother is going to be
wondering where he is.  And his dad... his real dad... will be up too.  And
will not be understanding about the whole, illegal sex robot thing.  Quick
thinking time.
	"Okay, you can be anyone I have a DNA sample for... Right?"
	"Yes.  Do you want me to change form?"  Brian grins.
	"Yes.  Let's see... Okay, I have a t-shirt I borrowed from a guy at
school.  Can you..."
	"Let me check."  Brian rubs his hand over a dirty t-shirt
supporting an indie band from the Abrol colony.  Lucas had recently heard
of them, and having nothing band related to wear, had borrowed one of
Andy's, his best friend from school.  There had been a mosh pit, and Lucas
had stumbled into it, or more accurately Andy had thought it would be funny
to push him in.  Either way, there should be at least one other guy's DNA
on it, Lucas thought.
	"I have two matches, besides yourself.  I will take one now."
Brian leans back, his skin spilling into itself, as if he were becoming
liquid, but staying somewhat the right shape, the colors not mixing as they
slide around each other.  What takes form is a twenty something man, he has
very thick muscles, his jaw junts squarely.  This isn't Andy, it must be
someone from the pit.  His cock is huge, and has a thick ring through its
head.  Lucas wonders how Meta could tell if the guy had a cock ring.
	"This man's name is Mark Hendrikar.  He has a small criminal
record, accessing..."  Mark's face grows stubble, and his bald head grows a
short mohawk.  His chest has leather spilling out of it, that dances around
to form a sleeveless shirt with thick gold buckles, and then pants appear
to match.  "This is how he looks in the mug shot."
	"Fuck... he's hot."
	"Yeah?"  Brian's gruff rumble replaced with Mark's smoker drawl.
Lucas laughs, and then stands.
	"Okay.  You can stay like that, but you need to change into
something a little more civilized.  I say go for a short haircut, a t-shirt
like the one you're holding and some jeans... no wait, gym shorts."  Lucas
licks his lips as Mark stands, his chest covering with light gray fabric,
and his leather pants switching to a gray pair of loose fitting gym shorts.
His bulge is visible through the fabric.  Just like the guys Lucas tries
not to stare at in the gym.  "Perfect, now let's go grab lunch... Mark."
	"Sure."
	"The story is, you are a friend from my new job.  A programmer sent
in to train me, you don't have a place to stay, so you are staying here
while you train me.  Okay, Mark."  Lucas pulls on a pair of red boxers and
the band t-shirt Mark used to create himself.
	"Sure.  Come on, your brother is going to get anxious.  He knows I
am with you."
	"Oh yeah, right."  Lucas laughs as they walk down the stairs.
Brian is still nowhere to be seen, but Eric is sitting in the living room
in his boxers watching a soap opera.  He looks over his shoulder as Lucas
and Mark get down the stairs.
	"Hey, Lucas.  Hey..."  Eric is grinning, Lucas turns red.
	"I am Mark Hendrikar, I am training Lucas for his new job."  Mark
laughs, jumping over the side of the long sectional to sit next to Eric.
	"Nice to meet you, Mark."  Eric laughs.  Lucas sits in a armchair
that encloses the slightly lowered living room area.  Eric puts his feet on
the recliner when Lucas leans back to grab the remote.  "You guys have fun,
bro?"
	"I^×I mean... Me and Mark didn't do anything... He's just a
disguise, okay."  Lucas starts stumbling, Eric teasing him into a corner.
Lucas knows what Eric has done, but he still isn't sure if he should blurt
that one out.
	"Whatever.  Do what you want.  I say it isn't like being gay or
whatever, because it is all just a fantasy, right Mark?"  Eric grabs Mark's
cock through his gym shorts.  "He's even got a fucking cock-ring!  Who is
this guy?"
	"I had some DNA from him on a t-shirt I wore to a concert.  He must
have been in the mosh pit or something."
	"Oh yeah?  Fuck, the stairs.  Nada on all of this, both of you.
Hey, Dad! How you feeling?"
	"Uuuuhh... like shit warmed over.  You have breakfast yet, kiddos?"
Brian mumbles, scratching his balls through a pair of cotton gym shorts.
Lucas turns red, and Eric looks at his brother, then his father, and is
confused slightly.
	"Nah, Dad.  You want me to make something?"  Eric stands to move to
the kitchen, Brian swats the air as he turns to the tile floor.
	"I can handle it, you just came in so relax.  Who's you guy's
friend there?"
	"Just a guy from my new job.  His name is Mark."  Lucas blurts a
bit too fast.  Eric smirks.
	"Oh yeah.  Well he can stay for lunch too.  One of you come set up
the table, we are going to eat on the patio, it's nice outside.  Too good
to be spending watching shitty television."
	The boys set up the patio table with dishes and whatnot, and all
sit down.  Brian emerges with sandwiches and beers.  Eric and Lucas look at
each other, then their father.
	"Hair of the dog.  You guys were out last night too, eh?"  Brian
nods at the boxers hanging on the banister by the hot tub.  Eric laughs,
and grabs a beer, throwing one at Mark across the table, and handing one to
his brother to his left.
	"Yeah.  Lucas knew this place in the City, and we all ended up
getting a little to drunk.  Lucas crashed early, and me and Mark ended up
in the hot tub.  He dared me to take off my boxers, and then we just kind
of enjoyed the night.  I crashed pretty early, and he was still down here
when I left."
	"I just like the cool air on as much of me as possible.  I'd be a
nudist if all those people weren't all old and wrinkly."  Mark chimes in,
slapping Lucas on the shoulder.
	"Wouldn't we all.  Hey, guzzle beer much, Son?"  Brian laughs,
Lucas pounded his whole beer during the explanation of last night.  A
little too nervous at the level of lying in the house.
	"Welp, finish up the food and we can all take a dip in the pool."
The Robert's backyard is rather expansive.  The wooden patio has an inlaid
hot tub at its left (from the house), and past that is a small yard, with a
rounded rectangular pool with a short slide on its right back corner and a
diving board centered on that side as well.  It gets about ten feet deep on
that end, and with the heater, stays at about eighty degrees year-round.  A
tall wooden fence, and grey shed at the left, and a couple of apple trees
and miscellaneous bushes, round out the backyard.
	The boys all finish their food.  Brian tells them all about work of
the previous week.  Eric explains in detail the exact workings of the
asteroid colony's customs agency.  And the hair of the dog gets out of
hand, and becomes a drunken afternoon.  The summer heat pulses up as it
hits around one p.m.
	"Boys, I do believe I said we were going swimming..."  Brian
laughs.
	"Well, it's been thirty minutes... Soo I am in."  Eric grins,
grabbing Lucas' waistband and snapping it.
	"Welp, I forgot the bathing suit, so..."  Brian grunts, thumbing
his shorts off, and tossing them on the patio.  He struts to the pool, and
dives.  Without looking back.  Eric laughs, looking at Lucas, who is beat
red.  Meta's portrayal of their father was spot on.  His rounded fuzzy ass,
his broad shoulders.  The little scorpion tattooed his above his ass crack.
Lucas didn't remember his father being that hairy.
	"I'm in."  Mark strips, being sure to throw his clothing into a
bush, so that he will need to `look for them' later.  He stands there
naked, looking at Lucas.  "Come on guy, last one in and all that."  He
turns and dives.
	"Common, Bro... What'll it hurt?"  Eric slaps Lucas on the back,
and throws his boxers on the table.  He runs over to the diving board and
cannonballs between Mark and Brian.
	"Yeah... what'll it hurt."  Lucas pulls down his shorts in one
quick tug.

To Be Continued...

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Hope that was fun!  We'll see some more hijinks in the next one...
~Enoch