Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2016 22:32:22 -0800
From: Douglas DD DD <thehakaanen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rough Edges  Chapter 45

Welcome back. Phil, now starting his sophomore year in high
school, tries one last time to bond with his wayward brother,
Keegan.

Please remember that this story is mine. It does contain sex between
minors, not to mention brotherly incest. Please be safe always.

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CHAPTER 45
KEEGAN

<Phil Miller>

The summer between our freshman and sophomore years was the last
time Larry and I had anal sex with anyone other than each other. Sure, we
played around with other guys, mainly with the Wonkeys, but we decided
that making love was something relegated to just the two of us.

Ironically, my last time was with my brother, and it wasn't with the brother
you are probably thinking of. Troy fucked me pretty regularly, at least when
I was home, up until August. He even let me take him a couple of times.

Keegan had really gone into the tank after school let out for the summer.
He was away partying almost every night, and got drunk and high with
some of his low-life friends at our house as well, until mom actually put her
foot down. My classmates Carlos and Skyler found their way over here
more than once. They gave me a load of shit about being gay and about
me thinking I was too good to get high with them. Keegan didn't do much to
shut them up.

Tyson's brother Robby and Mia Cassidy came around as well. I admittedly
got naked with Keegan, Robby, and Mia once and messed around with
them. I kept away from the booze and drugs, though. By drugs, I mean shit
that was stronger than weed. I almost fucked Mia that afternoon. I had my
cock in her twat, but told her I wasn't going to do anything without a
condom. We had plenty of condoms in the house, but I suddenly found
myself turned off by the whole scene. Keegan was snorting coke and
getting fucked by Robby on the floor while Mia and I were making out on
the couch. All three of them were totally fucked up. I ended up getting
dressed and riding my bike to Larry's house. Being in my own house
disgusted me.

Not long after that was when mom put her foot down and sent Keegan off
to a rehab center—not for the first time. When he came back, he was
actually good for a while. He was a pretty likeable dude when he was
sober, which wasn't often.

Larry and I were going to be spending a week at the ocean at the beginning
of August. We would be with Larry's parents, his aunt and uncle, and his
young cousins Ryan and Justin, who were now thirteen and ten. They'd
rented a condo and it was promising to be a fun time.

We would be leaving on Friday, August 4, the day after Larry turned fifteen.
He had a Wonkey birthday party the Saturday before—a barbeque at his
house. It was a great party even though there was no sex, other than semi-
serious groping. We felt we had outgrown our middle school orgies (not
that we didn't still enjoy playing around with each other). There were even
girls there as Larry invited our two lesbian friends Carly and Margie.

I admit it—even as a gay boy I enjoyed sucking on their boobs, and I
managed to get Carly topless in Larry's bedroom and get a little bit of
suckling in. She repaid the favor by giving me a quick hand job. I'd love to
have a dollar for each time somebody shot their load on Larry's rug—I
know I added to the total that afternoon.

Larry's parents were happy that girls were at the party. I think they were
getting concerned about the lack of them in our lives considering we were
fifteen and would be starting our sophomore years. Larry and I still hadn't
worked up the courage to come out to them.

Jung, Q, Perry, and Devon spent the night. Young Devon had become
quite an active member of the Wonkeys, which none of us older boys
minded. Even his older brother Ben tolerated him. Devon was a very bright
boy and quite mature for his twelve years. Larry and I agreed that he was
more mature than Perry. Even though they had all but broken up, Daniel
was spending the night at Ben's house.

While we didn't have sex, as such, we were horny adolescents. Even
though I'd shot my load when Carly jerked me off, I was now ready for
more. Isn't fifteen wonderful?

The result of our horniness was a simple circle jerk. The only rules were
that we be naked, that we get off by masturbation, either solo or mutual,
and we keep our spooge off of Larry's rug.

"Bad enough that Phil shot his load on it this afternoon," Larry lamented. "It
really does need to be cleaned."

"If it needs to be cleaned, then logic dictates that it shouldn't matter if we
soil it a little bit more," Jung pointed out, doing his best Mr. Spock imitation.

"Maybe some of us will soil it a lot," Q bragged. "I haven't cum in two days
and I know I will be shooting buckets of jizz."

"In your dreams, Q," Perry told him.

"At least I shoot more than the twelve-year-old." Q pointed at Devon, who
was working on his four inch boy tool. "That is something not all of us can
brag about."

Perry flipped him off. It didn't surprise us when they sat next to each other
on the bed and masturbated each other. Devon kept working on his bald
erection, while Jung and I did each other. Larry was jerking himself off as
he gave Devon lustful glances.

"I want to suck cock," Devon moaned.

"You know the rules," Larry pointed out.

"Fuck you guys and the rules...I want to suck cock."  Before anybody could
react, Devon was between Larry's legs, his lips wrapped around Larry's
almost six inch erection. None of us were surprised when Larry instantly
forgot about the rules, too. We all knew they were made to be broken; it
was just a matter of when and by whom.

Devon jerked himself off furiously as he sucked Larry's cock. Larry was the
first to cum, filling Devon's mouth with his creamy teen cum. We were all
impressed that the young boy did not lose a drop. Devon came next, his
clear, watery emission landing—yes, you guessed it—on the rug. Q and
Jung came almost simultaneously over their chests and bellies.

When I felt ready to blow, I rolled over on top of Jung and humped him,
mixing my load with what he had already shot over himself. That left Perry
to cum last, an honor usually reserved for Daniel. He got bonus points for
shooting the farthest, his first shot landing on his left cheek.

"I got the power," he screeched.

"What you got is water that will shoot anywhere," Q teased him.

Perry wiped his cheek with a finger and showed it to Q. "Looks pretty white
to me," he retorted.

"Let me taste it."

Perry placed his finger in Q's mouth. "You win," Q admitted. "It is very tasty
and very ripe."

That was the extent of our little orgy. Larry slept with Devon, who still had
his boy crush on my lover, while I slept with Perry simply because I liked
sleeping with somebody more than I liked sleeping alone. Nothing
happened between Perry and me other than some serious cuddling, but
Devon managed a second orgasm as he humped Larry from behind.

I spent Sunday night at home and in Troy's bed. I was thinking about what
Larry and I had discussed that afternoon. He thought it was time for us to
consider being monogamous when it came to anal sex.

"That would include with Troy," he said.

"Are you telling me what to do?" I asked defensively.

"No. All I'm doing is saying we should think about it. We could think about
doing everything the way we've been doing it. I just think we should make
fucking...er...making love something special between the two of us."

"But anything else goes, right?"

"It would be tough to give up Wonkey sex," he said. Not to mention giving
up blow jobs with a couple of other jocks we'd met as our ninth-grade year
played itself out.

"Okay, I'll think about it," I conceded.

The crazy thing is I thought Larry was being stupid until I found myself in
Troy's bed making out with him. I didn't know if I could give up the hugs
and kisses from my older brother, but I realized I could do without his
fucking me. I thought about how many times I fantasized about sex with
Larry as Troy pounded my ass. I also thought about how many times I
wished I was doing Troy instead of him topping me.

As Troy lubed my ass that night, the thought crossed my mind that this
might be our last fuck, and the idea didn't bother me at all. It didn't take
long for lust to wipe any thoughts other than immediate sex out of my mind.
We kissed, we licked, we sucked, and we made love. Outside of Larry,
Troy was the person I loved most in the world. He filled my ass, tickling my
sweet spot with his big cock. Larry had grown big enough to do the same,
so I wouldn't miss that aspect of having intercourse with Troy.

I creamed over his sheets within a couple of minutes of Troy's orgasm. If
this was our last time, I was happy that it had been a wonderful job of
making love. I was also happy that no matter what, I'd still be making out
and cumming with Troy. I fell asleep in my own cum with Troy's strong
arms wrapped around me. I always felt safe in my big brother's arms.

A couple of days later I was home with Troy and Keegan. Troy had taken
us all to a late morning AA meeting. I'm sure he got more out of it than
Keegan or I did, although I heard a couple of things that made me think.
Keegan did his best to act like he was too cool for recovery.

I made up some sandwiches for lunch. I loved working in the kitchen and
was becoming quite adept at making sandwiches. Troy, Keegan and mom
loved them; Larry loved them; the Wonkeys loved them, and I loved feeding
all of them. While I was making up lunch, Keegan had kicked off all of his
clothes, which didn't faze either Troy or me. Sometimes I walked around
the house in the raw, too. Troy was the most modest of the three of us, at
least outside of our bedroom, but he didn't care if Keegan and I were
naked. Mom had given up the battle long ago. If one of us sprouted wood,
she would look the other way, pretending she didn't notice.

After we finished eating, Troy left for the part-time job he had at a hardware
store on Stevens Street. I was now alone with Keegan.

He surprised me by helping clean up the kitchen. Like I'd said, a sober
Keegan is a different creature than what Keegan usually is.

"Want to fuck?" he asked as he put some dishes into the dishwasher.

"Damn, Keegan, nothing like being subtle."

"I was just wondering. I mean, I always ask and you always say no, but I
thought I'd ask anyway."

I stood in the middle of the kitchen gazing at my older brother. He was a
good looking kid. He had medium length reddish brown hair, dark brown
eyes, and a light sprinkling of freckles on his cheeks. The freckles had
been more prominent when he was younger and he made no secret of
hating them, but I always thought they made him look kind of sexy. His
body was soft because of his lifestyle and because he wasn't an athlete like
Troy and I were. But he did have a nice round, slightly freckled ass, which I
knew had seen more than its share of cocks.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

"You."

"I figured that much out, but you're looking at me funny. It's kinda weird
having a gay guy look at me like that."

"Sheesh, Keegan. First, you're the one who decided to take your clothes off
before lunch. Second, I'm your brother. And third, I wanted to get a good
look at the dude who is going to fuck me."

"Whatever," he said uninterestedly. "Hey, wait a second. Did you just say
what I thought you said?"

"I think so." I was stringing him along a little bit.

"You think so? It sounded to me like you said you would let me fuck you."

We headed to the living room where I sat on the couch. Keegan sat in
dad's old lounge chair and kicked up his feet, his flaccid teen cock flopping
onto his thick pubic hair. Keegan was sixteen, and while his body was still
mostly hairless, he did have a thick patch of pubes and hair on his balls. He
also had the slight beginnings of a treasure trail as well as underarm hair.
Other than that, he had no hair on his body and his smooth face had yet to
feel a razor.

"Yeah, that's kinda what I said."

"What made you change your mind?"

"You're sober and you've been nice to me and I know you could have
raped me a couple of times in the past and you didn't."

"So you're going to reward me for being good? That doesn't happen to me
very often."

"Probably because you're not good very often," I pointed out.

Keegan ignored my veiled insult. "You remember when you and me got
fucked up and got off on each other?"

"Yeah, it wasn't that long ago." It was the last time I'd had alcohol and
smoked weed.

"I was ready to fuck your ass and you were ready to let me."

"I don't remember that."

"I ended up humping you instead because I couldn't get my cock in your
ass—I was too wasted to find the hole. So I got on top of you and came all
over your stomach."

"I do remember that. But why are you telling me this?"

"Because maybe I'm really not very good very often." He was playing with
his cock with his left hand and it had gotten semi-hard. "Do you still want to
do it after I told you that?"

"We haven't gotten along that good as brothers," I told him. "I want to do
something we'll remember as special between us."

"Fair enough. Want to go up to my room or do it on your bed?"

"Before we go, a couple of things."

"Go for it."

"You use a condom. You've fucked a lot of different guys and girls."

"Fair enough."

"And we kiss and make out before we fuck. I don't want no slam bam,
thank you ma'am fuck. I want it to be special."

"I don't kiss dudes."

"You're gonna do it this time."

"You're an asshole, you know."

"Yeah, but you've known that since we were little kids."

"Does Troy kiss you?"

I nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it this one time."

"That's good, because we're probably only going to fuck this one time."

"Gonna stick to Troy?"

"No, I'm gonna stick to Larry."

"I keep forgetting I have a queer brother."

"Bullshit. You never get tired of telling me you've got me as your queer
brother."

Keegan got out of the lounger and sat next to me on the couch. He now
had a full blown boner, which looked like it was between six-and-a-half and
seven inches. It wasn't very thick, but had an elegant arc to it. He reached
for my shorts and unbuttoned them, getting my half-hard cock to spring up
in a hurry. Being undressed by somebody was a huge turn-on for me.

He unzipped me and my boner slid right through the pee hole of my boxers.
It was already leaking precum. I was much more excited by this than I
thought I would be. I lifted my ass and let my brother pull off my shorts and
boxers, leaving me clad in a t-shirt and socks. I was about to pull off my t-
shirt, but Keegan brushed my hands away, so I simply lifted my arms and
allowed him to pull the shirt off of me.

"You are beautiful," he whispered. "You are really beautiful."

"How can I be beautiful? I'm a boy and you're straight."

"Shut up. You're my brother, and you're beautiful." He stood up and took
my hand, lifting me up off the couch. We padded to his bedroom and sat on
his unmade bed. I pulled off my socks and we were both now totally naked.

We were soon next to each other on the bed, lying on our sides. I planted
my lips on his, expecting him to pull away even though he'd said he would
kiss. Instead of pulling away, he pushed his tongue into my mouth and right
away we were tongue wrestling. We rolled around the bed, with Keegan on
top and then me on top and then both of us on our sides.

Our lips stayed locked as we explored each other's bodies with our hands.
Keegan and I had had sexual contact numerous times since we were
preteens, but now, for the first time, it had meaning. I could not believe how
badly I wanted him or how much I cared for him.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said once again as we broke our kiss and
fought for air.

"Fuck me, Keegan. I want you to fuck me hard and long."

"Oh my Gawd, you really do want me. Fuck, I can't believe this...I kept
thinking you'd back out."

"Fuck me, Keegan," was all I could think to say.

He reached into a drawer on his nightstand and pulled out a pack of
condoms. I was surprised he had any—I'd anticipated having to get some
from my room. He opened the package and slid a condom onto his cock.

Then came Keegan's next surprise as he pulled open my ass cheeks and
started rimming me.

"You're licking my ass," I moaned.

"No, duh. Nobody's ever licked your ass before?  What's your fucking
boyfriend doing with his tongue, anyway?"

"I been rimmed before, I just didn't think you'd be doing it."

"If I can eat pussy, I can eat an asshole as long as it's clean." He stuck his
face back in my butt. I could feel his tongue licking my crack, and then I
could feel it pushing into my anus, licking into my private depth. I groaned
hard and long—mine was for sure not the first ass Keegan had licked.

"I think you're all lubed up," he said.

I was on my back, my legs up, waiting for him to shove his teen cock up my
teen ass. But he didn't shove it into me. Instead, his entry was smooth and
practiced. I could feel his long cock enter me and before I knew it, it was in
me. We kissed again, and he started to slowly fuck me. He maintained
what seemed like a slow steady rhythm, but in reality he was spreading
things out. I wondered how he became this good when most of his sex
happened when he was drunk or stoned. Then it occurred to me that he
actually had days when he wasn't drunk or stoned, hard as it was to
believe. Whatever, he was proving to be a good lover—better than Troy, in
fact.

Soon, Keegan was fucking me hard—his balls slapping against my ass as
his sweat dripped onto my sweat sheened body. I moaned, he groaned—I
groaned, he moaned.

"Oh shit, fuck me Keegan. Fuck me hard. Fuck me as hard as you can."

Keegan hammered my ass, slapping my cheeks with his bare hand,
something nobody had done to me before. He didn't slap me hard. It was
just enough to sting me at the same time his cock rubbed against my sweet
spot. Both sensations sent bolts of electricity shooting through my body. I
felt connected to Keegan like I never had before, and like I never would
again. I think we both knew that this was going to be a one-time thing, and
we both went at it with the idea of getting as much out of it as we could.

We were rutting teenagers, but we were also brothers. We were lost in our
lust, but I had no doubt about what this session on Keegan's bed meant to
both of us. Keegan was hammering my ass so hard the bed was banging
against the wall.

"Oh, fucking fucking fuck," Keegan yowled. "You're so fucking tight...so
fucking beautiful...I love you bro...I fucking love you."

I'd never heard Keegan utter those words, at least not as far as I was
concerned. I knew he didn't suddenly concoct them. I knew he did love me,
which is why he had wanted me sexually for so long. I realized sex was the
only way he knew how to display his love.

Somehow, we ended up side-by-side, his cock still inside me, ramming me,
hammering me, banging me, his lips glued to mine, his tongue inside of my
mouth, his cock inside of my ass, and for an instant we were one. The bad
feelings we'd had between us for so long were buried under the bed
somewhere as Keegan screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, Phil, oh
fuuuuuuuuuuck," and he unloaded himself into the condom wrapped
securely around his cock.

"I fucking love you, Keegan," I yowled as I emptied my load over Keegan's
already dirty sheets. It was the most intense orgasm I'd had all summer
and it was with the last person I would ever have picked for that moment.
But the moment was special, one I would not have traded for anything,
ever.

After he removed his cock from my ass we fell asleep. Just as with Troy
earlier, we lay in my sticky cum, but didn't care. When Troy found us naked
and asleep in Keegan's bed and smelled the sex in the room he knew what
happened. He told me later he'd smiled when he saw us and got an instant
hard on. He said he'd pulled his pants off, sat on the end of the bed, and
jerked himself off to a hard climax, which explained the extra stickiness on
my backside.

That was the first and last time Keegan and I ever kissed. It was the first
and last time we fucked. It was the first and last time he told me he loved
me, but not the last time I told him.

While we traded a couple of blow jobs over the next couple of months, our
sexual contact ended for good when he went back out at a Halloween
party. As I'd learned in the meetings Troy took me to, there is no half-way
in sobriety. Keegan returned to where he'd been before rehab and probably
even worse.

 Keegan started his junior year, but never finished it. He dropped out of
school in February, a skinny wreck of a boy. He'd started using meth and
was soon gone, a boy lost on the streets. I rarely saw him again, but when I
did, I always told him I loved him, even though those words seemed to
have no meaning to him. I've always been grateful that we were able to
make love sober and for a brief moment were able to feel the kind of love
that only brothers can feel for each other.

Next: It's All Relative.