Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2010 09:18:29 +0200 From: email@example.com Subject: My Married Brother My married brother, by Erick Heslove. This is my first story of this genre -- gay erotic incest. The following story is a work of fiction and is intended for use by adults. None of the events mentioned in the story are true and all characters are completely fictional. If you are not allowed to view such content and are under age, then do not proceed. If content of this type is illegal in your area do not proceed. If you have any comments or suggestions -- which are welocme -- email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Enjoy ? My Married Brother It was a quiet Tuesday night. James lay half asleep in bed in the darkness of his room. His mother and father were downstairs in the living room, probably discussing their youngest son. James found that he was a fond topic of discussion with his parents - why was he behaving so strangely these days . . . why did he do this that way when he used to do it this way before . . . He was used to that much by now. The honest truth was that he felt very lonely these days. He had a few friends on campus, but that was just about where his friends ended. He found it difficult to be friends with new people. He felt that there was no point in making new friends; they all have to leave in the end anyway. He was twenty years old, had been for the past month, but somehow he felt much older than he really was. But all of that was the big picture, through his eyes. Today had been the worst day he'd experienced in a very long time. He worked all weekend, and on Tuesday he was broke. His car had also given up on him in the middle of peak traffic that afternoon, and he felt depressed because there was no one he could call to help him out. He had no guy friends to speak of, and the ones that he did have were not going to drive across the town just to tow his car away and help him to get it fixed. James popped the hood of his green Camry as he pushed it to the side walk and looked inside. He didn't know what could be wrong with it . . . it just switched off as he took a bend and that was that. His father was away at work, and there was no way that he could leave to help him out, and his brother . . . well, he hadn't spoken to his brother in weeks. He'd definitely know what to do though. James knew that his big bro could have his engine running in no time . . . James lay on his bed, his stomach aching as he hadn't eaten. He kept thinking about his car parked in the garage next to his dads. There was no way he could have it fixed in time. He'd have to skip campus a few days just so that he could work to pay his mechanic. His thoughts drifted as he slowly fell asleep. James was so close to dreamland when he felt the weight on his bed shift. He didn't wake up, could be his dad looking for a spare mobile phone charger or medication at his bedside table. Then he felt a hand on his back, and immediately knew that it was Michael, his brother. "Kiddo," Michael spoke softly, smiling at his brother fondly. "Mike . . . what are you doing here?" James asked, slowly sitting up. Michael placed his hand on his brother's chest and slowly pushed him back into his resting position. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on his brother's forehead. "Just passing by," Michael said, sitting close to his brother who lay on his side. James found that he was directly underneath his brother's chest, and the smell coming off of him was amazing . . . he closed his eyes and took a deep breath . . . 'excellent' he thought o himself . . . "You enjoying that?" Michael asked his brother, with a wicked grin on his face. "Yeah . . . Mike . . . I miss you . . ." James said sadly, his eyes moist. Michael bent down again but this time placed a kiss on his brother's lips. James immediately opened his eyes, and pushed his brother away from himself. "What the fuck are you doing Michael?" James demanded of his brother angrily, sitting up on the bed and moving away. Michael was lost for words, not realizing what he was doing until he had already done it. "Michael," James said to his older brother in a serious tone, "we swore that our escapades and liaisons would come to an end when you married Macey." Michael was looking at the ground, guiltily hiding his face from his kid brother. He bit his lip lightly, his mind blank and his face holding a worried look. "I'm sorry Jamie," he apologized, his voice thick with emotion, "i wasn't thinking." "You got that right." James said to his brother. "Now what are you doing all the way across town?" James demanded. "Macey wanted to visit her folks," Michael said to James. Macey's parents lived two roads away from him. "Everything all right with you two?" James asked with concern in his voice. "Yeah, everything is good kiddo" Michael said with an honest smile on his face. "I just miss you." "I miss you too Mike," James said simply. "No kiddo . . . i really, really, miss you . . ." Michael said sadly, the tone of his voice filling the blanks and making his seven word sentence sound like a novel. "Get out Michael," James said to his brother, seriously chasing his 27 year old brother out of his room. "Jamie," Michael began to plead, "I love you," he said, getting closer to his younger brother, pulling him close to himself, "I love you so much kiddo . . ." Michael began to kiss his brothers fore head, then his cheek, his neck and then a peck on James' his lips. "Michael," James pleaded, "Don't do this to me . . ." "Please," Michael pleaded, "just one more time," he kissed his brother harder and James opened his mouth this time, allowing Michaels tongue to enter his mouth, "Just one more time kiddo . . ." end I know that this isn't musch, but i promise that there is more to come. let me know what you think so far. emails welcome - email@example.com.