Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2010 11:21:27 +0200
From: erick.heslove@gmail.com
Subject: My Married Broethr Part 2

My Married Brother Part 2, 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 welcome -- email me
at erick.heslove@gmail.com.

Enjoy ?

My married brother Part 2.

The next few seconds were a blur. I sat on my bed as I watched my brother
rummage through my closets and pull out some clothes and my back pack.

	"What are you doing Michael?"  He froze as he looked at me, with a
look on his face that I could not explain. There was desperation, and
confusion, and the one expression that his face failed to disclose was that
he was ready for a fuck. That I saw in the bulge of his pants. I slowly got
out of the bed and walked toward him, scared that at any moment my parents
would walk in on us and notice something -- me half naked and him hard as
fuck. But those were paranoid thoughts . . . I threw them out the window.

	"Macey is staying over at he parents tonight . . ."  he said to me,
and there aging I saw the sadness in his face and heard it in his voice.

I did not know what to say. A part of me was so excited and turned on I was
afraid that I would either blow a hole through the roof with my erection,
or wake up and realize that it was all a dream . . .

It had been months since Michael and I had been together, not since his
stag party the night before his wedding. He was so wasted . . . and I had a
horrible headache and ass-ache as I stood next to him as his best man at
the altar. He was smiling at me, and his wife was smiling at him, and I was
jealous when I saw him kiss her, and I noticed that he did not kiss her the
way that he kissed me.

What am I thinking? I want him and Macey to work. I want him to fuck the
living daylights out of her and pop a few nieces and nephews for me. Mom
and Dad were hoping for that too.

	"Michael," I stopped him with my hands on his. He just looked at
me, his strong hands flexing under my weaker one.

	"Yes?"  he stated more than asked.

	"This has got to stop!"  I whispered, but I was so weak, and he
knew it.

Within minutes he was out of my room, with some of my clothes, my lap top
and my mobile phone.

	"Mom?"  I heard him call from downstairs.

I followed him into the living room where mom and dad were relaxing. They
had puzzled looks on their faces.

	"James is spending a few days with me," he stated and before they
could say anything he was gone with my stuff. Dad gave me look . . . he was
pissed off. That much I could tell, and I kind of knew why . . . I followed
Michael.



Out at his car he kept my lap top and mobile on his lap as he started his
engine.

	"Get in," he said politely, "Please."

	"Mike," I stood at his door, "we have to stop . . ."  I pleaded. I
didn't dare to look back, if mom or dad or even worse -- both of them --
were watching us they would know that something was up. And by that I meant
a whole lot more than my brother's cock, which no longer belonged to me but
to Macey.

	"This will be the last time," he said, begging me, "I promise," he
stared at me with moist eyes.

I knew that this was definitely not the last time, but he was begging me,
and that was something that we did not do in our family, even from each
other.

I walked to the passenger side and sat in with him.

	"Seat belt," he instructed as he pulled out of the drive way. Mom
was at the door, watching. I smiled and waved, so did Michael. She waved
back and then we were gone.



He was not himself. He stopped the car a few roads away from our house near
the main road.

	"Kiddo," he said as he looked at me, and then he kissed me
hurriedly in the middle of the empty street, "thank you."  He was smiling.

I sat silently. I wanted this, very badly, I wanted to feel him close to
me, deep within me, breathing, asleep, warm, next to me. I'm not sure if
anyone knows what its like to be born and know this incredible guy. He
shared everything with me, saved me from every kind of trouble, and taught
me everything I wanted to know.

He became my best friend, the first person I grew to love besides my
parents -- and here I'm speaking about a non-sexual kind of live, but
definitely something infinitely more intense than that which is shared
between siblings. I can't fully explain it. When I did something wrong he
would take the blame and then be there to tell me that it was all okay,
that he had fixed it, after he got a beating from my dad or reprimanded by
the school head.

I looked at him with a lifetime of love and appreciation and knew at that
moment I would do anything for him, this strong, independent, and amazing
man.



We drove in silence for a while, his house was at least forty five minutes
away, and there was a long way to go. The music in the back ground was the
usual . . . some hard-core trance. There were moments when he took his eyes
off of the road for a few seconds to look at me. I moved myself closer to
him, and he placed his hand on my thigh to meet mine. I relaxed, and so did
he. We were together again, just the two of us, after weeks without hearing
from or seeing each other . . .



End



Okay. Now, this could be frustrating that this story has no sex scene in it
like the first on either, but I promise that it will come in the next
installment. Please e-mail me and let me know what you think about these
two guys. erick.heslove@gmail.com