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CHAPTER 29

(Not) The Only Brothers in the World

Category:  BROTHERS 

COLIN:

    I woke up on St. Patrick's Day with my head throbbing. As I looked around, my eyes fuzzy, it took me a while to figure out where I was. New York City… A bedroom with no furniture other than the bed I was lying on. The bed my brother was also lying on… The bed on which my brother had sucked me off last night.

    I stood up and put my clothes on immediately. Brock was still asleep, lying naked on his stomach, his bare ass up in the air. "What the fuck am I looking at my brother's ass for?" I berated myself and I rushed out of the room and out of the apartment.

    In the street, there was a perfect breeze that helped sober me up. The weather was sunny and people were out day-drinking in their green clothes and leprechaun hats. My head whirled; my heart paced. What the hell did I do last night?? Did I really… Did I really let Brock suck my dick? WHAT THE FUCK'S WRONG WITH ME?!!

    My first instinct was to blame it on the booze. "Yeah, that's right, I was drunk as skunk last night," I told myself, as if that was some sort of justification. Yet I knew that… by the time the blowjob had taken place, I was already sobering up. I'd gotten up in the middle of the night, and because I felt shitty I went over to take a shower. The shower helped sober me up significantly, and even though I was still under the influence in the bedroom, I can't say I wasn't acting at my own free will. 

    This made me mad, and I felt the anger build up inside me. Just then, a guy walking in the opposite direction bumped into me. He was a short fellow, 5'6" or so, and I had no business picking on him. Yet mad as I was, I shoved him aggressively and got ready to lay a punch. However, I'd clearly underestimated him. Acting swiftly, like a true New Yorker, the guy punched me square in the cheekbone, making my head spin. By the time I could react, a few other guys rushed in to separate us. They were still scrambling and cussing as I quickly turned around and made my way back to the apartment, which was two blocks away.

    Back upstairs, I realized that Brock was awake. As soon as I walked in, he appeared naked, with a semi bobbing up-and-down and asked me, "Where'd you go?"

    "Can you put some freaking clothes on!" I shouted.

    "Okay. What's wrong with your eye?" my brother asked when he noticed the bruise on my face.

    "I'll be alright," I said loudly and took a seat on the floor in the living room.

    Brock left and came back with his clothes on. He came to sit next to me, and with his hand patting my back he gently asked, "What's wrong?"

    "A guy punched me, but I don't wanna talk about it," I barked, some of my anger dissipating. 

    "Is that why you're upset, or is it… about what happened last night?" 

    "What happened last night shouldn't have ever happened. For fuck's sake, what kinda brothers do that, Brock?" I shouted.

    My brother spoke softly, in an obvious attempt to deescalate the tension in the room.

    "We're not the only brothers in the world to ever do that," he said. "But I get why you're upset."

    "No, I'm pretty sure we might be the only ones," I insisted.

    "I assure you we're not. Listen, we're both adults. I'm okay, and I just wanna make sure you're fine –"

    "How can I be fine?! I let you suck my dick! What kinda sick fuck does that?" I reprimanded myself.

    "Colin, it wasn't all you, I was there as well," Brock continued to talk calmly. 

    "How can you be so cool with what just happened?" I asked my younger brother.

    "I've… known other brothers who have done things together. And if everyone knows what they're in for and they agree to it… I see nothing wrong with it," he said.

    I was in shock. For some reason, hearing that Brock knew other brothers who have done this helped me calm down. Plus, Brock's cool and collected attitude was starting to rub off on me little by little. 

    "You… You know someone else whose brother sucked his dick?" I asked, feeling curious.

    Brock contemplated for a second before smirking at me and reaching for his phone.

    "Can you keep a secret?" he said, and he started to play a video for me. He held the phone and we watched together… as Sawyer sucked his brother Kurt's cock!!

    "Dude, what the fuck?!" I asked, unable to peel my eyes off the screen.

    "They have a page online where they actually post these videos," Brock filled me in. "And they make really good money. It's what paid for that four-bedroom house of Kurt's in Connecticut."

    "I'm speechless," I admitted. In addition to being speechless, I was also getting aroused, my cock beginning to throb between my legs.

    "Just wait till you see this," my brother teased, grinning even wider, playing the next video and fast-forwarding to the point where… Kurt drove his dick balls-deep into Sawyer's ass!

    "Holy fuck!" I laughed out loud. Suddenly, I felt like a kid discovering porn for the first time, unable to believe some of the craziness that was out there in the world. My dick became even harder as I watched the fraternal fuck vid. 

    "Aaaaand…" my brother smirked, finally playing a video of Kurt – who I always assumed was straight as an arrow – taking it up the ass from his brother!

    "Bro, fuck! Is Kurt gay as well?" I asked, still unable to believe what I was seeing. If these were photos rather than videos, I would've been certain they were photoshopped.

    "Nah, Kurt's straight. He just does it for the money… and the pleasure," Brock said. He looked up at me and then down between my legs, where my cock was now standing at full erection, tenting the shorts I had on.

    "Fuck," I said. "I'm not gay either, but those videos… well, they had an effect on me," I stated the obvious. "So Sawyer and Kurt really fuck?!"

    "Unapologetically. They have no regrets. Obviously, they don't share it with everyone, but their videos make a killing," Brock explained, letting his free hand fall down to his own crotch. Looking down, I realized that my brother was just as hard as I was, as he began rubbing his bulge ever so slowly.

    "I see. I mean, obviously I knew some people have an incest fetish, role-playing videos are all over the internet. I've beat off more than once to vids where the step-daughter takes it," I chuckled, letting my hand drop down to my crotch and stroking slowly as well. "And Sawyer and Kurt are the real deal. I'm sure they make great money, even from the little I've seen."

    "Would you like to see more?" my brother asked, now stroking his cock faster through his sweats.

    "I mean… You fast-forwarded through all those videos," I said, allowing myself to rub my hard cock more openly. There was certainly no point in being coy about it now. Clearly there was zero chance of my brother freaking out about... anything, as it turned out.

    "Okay, well... What do you want to see?" Brock asked me with a smirk.
   "Do Sawyer and Kurt... kiss?" I asked, genuinely curious. In the past, I'd heard of men having sex with other men, yet they insist to be straight. I knew that for guys like that, kissing was usually even more taboo than fucking. 

    "Oh yeah," my brother replied. "It's hot as fuck." 

    He quickly found another video and skipped a few minutes into it. And there they were, Sawyer and his big brother, making out like two horny teenagers. That thought brought another question to my mind.

    "Did they... Have they always been...?" I began, not sure exactly how to phrase my question. But Brock understood what I was getting at.

    "No, not until recently," he said. "There was no funny business when they were growing up. They have a perfectly normal brothers' relationship… Just like us," my brother winked at me.

    Just then, I realized this moment was a little different for him. I was feeling mind-blown by the videos and all I wanted right now was to see more. But these vids weren't new to Brock. It was watching them WITH ME specifically that was getting my brother worked up and horny. I scooted in closer to him, ostensibly to get a better view of the screen, but also knowing he'd enjoy the added contact.

    Brock switched to another video, a different one showing Sawyer deep-throating Kurt's impressive cock. My brother's boyfriend was sliding his mouth all the way down and then back up to the head, over and over again. I'd watched a lot of female porn starts suck dicks, and I couldn't remember any of them doing it with this much ease and vigor. I noticed that with this video, the camera clearly wasn't on a tripod. Someone was holding it and moving around to capture things from various angles.

    "Who's filming this?" I asked my brother, even though I already had a pretty good idea what the answer was.

    "I am," Brock said, smiling big and looking proud.

    "I bet you love doing that," I said teasingly, giving him a gentle elbowing in the ribs.
   "Absolutely," he chuckled, adding "Though it can be challenging, jerking off and keeping the camera steady with one hand." 

    I laughed along with my brother, and then another intriguing question struck me.

    "Are YOU in any of the videos?" I asked, turning away from the screen for the first time to look at Brock.
   "Uhh..." Brock suddenly turned bright red, looking reserved for the first time. "Yeah. A few of them," he added in a quieter voice.

    "Well, let's see!" I said enthusiastically, making sure he could hear the interest in my voice. Now that we'd gotten the ball rolling, I was getting into this. "I didn't know my little brother was a porn star!"

    "I'm more of a supporting player," Brock said with a half-smile, his embarrassment fading. "Here, I think this is one with... Oh!" 

    He'd started a video and skipped to the middle, but it seemed like it wasn't the exact one he thought it was. The one playing in front of us now showed Brock getting fucked in the ass by Kurt, while sucking Sawyer's cock at the same time. Maybe Brock wanted to work his way up to showing me something like this, but my attention was now firmly on the phone in my brother's hand.

    "Holy shit!" I said, awe-struck by the scene where Brock serviced two brothers simultaneously. This really WAS like a porn movie! I was impressed by how… good at it everyone was. From the camera angles, to the lighting, to the actual fucking and sucking, hey seemed to really know what they were doing. My brother was taking Kurt's full length like it was nothing, all while using one hand to stroke the part of Sawyer's cock that wasn't in his mouth. The three of them looked like a well-oiled machine running perfectly.

    We kept watching, and I decided to pull my cock out so I could fully stroke it. The groping through my shorts just wasn't going to cut it, and I certainly had no reason to be shy around Brock at this point. When he saw what I was doing, my brother followed suit, shucking the clothes I'd made him put on when I'd come back to the apartment. I pulled off my shirt too, so that we were both naked. We got comfortable again on the living room floor of the empty apartment, sitting up against one another with our bare skin touching.

    "Here, this one is really good. I got some great close-ups of them," Brock said, starting another video, this time one with just Kurt and Sawyer. They were in a parking garage, and Sawyer was bent over the hood of a car while Kurt was fucking him. I realized with some amusement that it was the garage of the building we were in right now. These guys were wild, not only regularly having incestuous sex but doing it in public where one of their neighbors could have easily caught them.

    True to his word, Brock's camerawork was exemplary. After only a couple of minutes, I felt like I'd seen Kurt's cock plunging into Sawyer's ass from every conceivable angle. My cock throbbed in my hand whenever Kurt would pull out and pause, because his brother's hole would stay open wide, just quivering and glistening as the light vanished inside it. Then the older brother would slide back into the still-perfectly-sized opening. It was captivating.

    "Gay or not, I gotta admit…" I said to my brother as we both stroked our cocks, "that's pretty fucking hot!"

    Brock sighed deeply. For a moment it seemed like he was going to say something, but then he held back. After a bit, he suddenly blurted out a quick question, speaking so fast that it sounded like one word: "You-wanna-fuck-my-ass?"

    "Okay," I heard myself answer almost immediately. It almost felt like a foreign force had taken control of my body. I was suddenly light-headed and felt butterflies in my stomach. Was this really happening? Was I really standing up and following my brother's naked ass into the bedroom? Was he really getting on all fours on the bed and then looking back at me? Was my cock really so hard that I was dripping precum onto the floor?

    I pulled myself together and took a deep breath as I stepped up to the edge of the bed. Brock wiggled his ass for me as our eyes met. I felt a swell of love for him alongside the excitement and arousal that were making my whole body tingle. I reluctantly broke our eye contact so that I could watch my cockhead make contact with his puckered, pink hole. I'd fucked my wife's ass before, and a few other girls in college, but it had been a long while. What I remembered from back then was that it was tough to get in, initially tight to the point of being uncomfortable.

    It felt much different as Brock's hole opened up for me. He was warm and soft, and there was pleasurable pressure without my cock being squeezed to the point of discomfort. It felt more like a gentle massage up and down my shaft.

    "Fuck, Brock..." I said slowly while I exhaled. "This is... This feels so fucking nice. Oh my god."

    "Mmmm," was the only response my brother gave at first, before adding, "It feels amazing having you inside me, Colin. Your cock is so fucking nice." 

    Those words had an effect on me, helping me brush aside any lingering insecurities about my inexperience. I knew Brock would guide me if I needed it, but right now I felt very sure that this was right where I was supposed to be.

    I got my cock about halfway in before I decided to pull it back out just a little. That felt somehow pleasurable in an entirely different way. I loved the sensation of my brother's sphincter sliding along my shaft as it slid out, so much so that I found myself pushing back in just so I'd be able to experience it again. Unable to decide which direction felt the best, I started pumping back-and-forth faster so I'd get the best of both worlds.

    "Fuck... Go deeper, Colin," Brock moaned was I fucked him harder. "Go all the way in." 

    On the next plunge I did what he asked. Then, when my balls were pressed against his skin, I just stayed like that for a while. My cock was throbbing inside my baby brother and it seemed like his ass was throbbing in response. I could tell that a ton of precum was shooting out of me, smoothing the way for me to repeat what I'd just done over and over again.

    There was no way I could keep count of my thrusts. Brock and I spent about ten minutes, slowly fucking there on the bed. My hands were on Brock's hips initially, but soon, I let them wander up my brother's back and down the sides of his thighs. A few times, I reached further and even gave his cock a few strokes. I was starting to have fun doing that, but it was slowing down the fucking, so soon my brother pushed my hand away.

    "Focus on my ass," he asked me tenderly, "and on cumming as deep inside me as you can." 

    Although I didn't want it to end, I could feel a big load churning in my balls, and the thought of blowing it balls-deep in Brock's amazing ass got me even more worked up. I was in an almost primal state of mind when I heard my phone ringing. I glanced down and saw that it was on the floor right next to the bed, where I must have dropped it last night.

    Glancing down at it, I saw my 16-year-old son's face staring back at me. Tanner's contact photo was one I'd taken of him the last time we were at the beach. He was wearing sunglasses and a big smile, the sun beating down on his face and bare shoulders. The ringtone sounded a few more times. I'd intended to just ignore it, but suddenly feeling daring and adventurous, I reached down and grabbed my phone, answering the call as I brought it to the side of my head.

    Immediately, I felt a deep, perverse thrill surge through me. I realized that was specifically because it was Tanner calling me at this moment, as opposed to one of my other kids. My oldest, who I was closest with. And the one that we were all pretty sure was gay, though he hadn't yet discussed that with anyone in the family. Would he be turned on if he knew I was fucking his uncle right now? And why the HELL am I wondering about that??

    "Hey, buddy... What's going on?" I stammered, hoping I sounded normal.

    "Hey, Dad. Not much. I just missed you," he said, sounding a little emotional. He was aware that things between me and his mother weren't that great, and I hated that it was something he worried about. "Happy St. Patrick's Day," he continued. "Are you going to see Uncle Brock today like you wanted to?"

    "Yeah, Tanner, I've... seen him already," I replied, trying to sound upbeat. "I've seen a lot of him actually." Between Brock's muted gasps, I could have sworn I heard him snicker after I said that. And then, suddenly, he was pounding his ass back against me, in a way I'd never had a woman do before.

    "Oh, cool!" my son replied. "Well tell him I said hi, and that I miss him too." There was a pause, and even though my breathing was getting faster, I was able to sound normal when I spoke. Mostly normal, anyway.

    "Tanner, I've gotta run, I'm sorry..." I said, realizing I'd almost said "I've gotta cum," which was much more accurate. "I'll call you later, okay?"

    "Okay, Dad," my son replied. "I love you."

    "I love you too, Son," I said, my voice cracking on the last word as I suddenly realized I was about to start releasing a huge load into Brock's tight ass. I moved the phone away from my face, making sure I hit the button that terminated the call, hopefully before too much of my loud moan was audible on the other end.

    "Fuck!" I shouted, hearing the sound echo in the empty apartment as I tossed the phone aside. "Fuckin' hell!" I grabbed Brock's hips tightly and shoved my cock in all the way. It felt like I was diving a little bit deeper in my brother's ass than I'd been able to up to this point, which made it feel even more amazing as I started to blow. The added pressure helped me feel the warmth of my cum. Even though I'd just emptied my balls down Brock's throat a few hours ago, this felt like the biggest load I'd ever shot in my life.

    I realized my brother was moaning just as loudly as I was. It felt like his ass was squeezing my cock even tighter now, and I understood that he was cumming too. As we both started to come down from the orgasmic heights, I was suddenly very aware of our sweaty, naked bodies pressed together. And I wanted even more of that.

     I reached an arm around Brock's waist and then let myself fall forward and sideways onto the bed, pulling him over onto his side along with me. With a pang of regret, I felt my softening cock slip out of his ass. I pulled my brother close and we laid there like two spoons nestled together.  As we relaxed into one another and caught our breath, I was suddenly in awe of what had just happened. 

    "So... what do we do now?" I asked, giving voice to the hurricane of thoughts and uncertainties in my head. But there was a lightness to my tone as well, matching the same feeling in my heart. The question was a big one, with many possible meanings. I almost regretted asking it. But like the carefree spirit he'd always been, my brother brushed aside any weighty interpretations of what I'd said.

    "It's St. Patrick's Day, Colin," he said, pretending to sound astonished I'd even thought to ask about what we'd be doing next. He cocked his head toward the window, through which we could hear the increasingly rowdy noise coming from the street below. "We're going out there to get drunk."

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