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 THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES Incest Tales 10

   By DannyR (MMMM/b, t/t, oral, anal, incest, extreme pedo) Copyright
2008-2011.  All rights reserved.

   Author's Reminder: Don't forget that inquiring authors want to know --
what did you think?  So when you're done, put your fingers to a dried-off,
cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing: dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

   DISCLAIMER: Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never
will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things
depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and
then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. 
After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is
true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that we're clear
on what's what, and what's not, read on.

   Part 5.  Mind-Fuckin' Bro

   Was I really going to get my Marine brother drunk enough to relax and
start talking?  Blabbing about his conquests, like he used to do when we
were so fucking much younger?  Find out whether, well, he was like me, or
if I was just a family aberration.  I needed someone to talk to about all
this shit that was messing with my head and my cock and my new-found cunt.
Yeah, I had John and Harry and Ben, but they were a family.  They had a
closeness that locked me out even though they never consciously did it. 
I've never been a spill-your-guts guy, and I couldn't express my
uncertainties, my odd needs, to those three, no matter how much kid cunt we
shared.  So yeah, I was going to do this.

   Especially since I didn't know how long I had with my brother.  Oh, I
know he's got a damned long leave this time.  A full month.  But he's been
lucky all these years in all the places he's been and fought, wounded
twice, Purple Heart, and he could be hit by a roadside bomb an hour after
his plane arrives back in Kabul, or Baghdad, or wherever the fuck he was
going next.  So if, by some fuckin' weird-ass chance, we shared this shit,
too, then I sure the hell wanted to fucking share it with him.

   And share baby Sammy's kid cunt, too, if it turned out the pedo gene was
just as strong in my younger brother as it was in me.

   Saturday.  Dan, Jr., was off with some buds doing something somewhere.
My other nephews, Mike, Nick and little Billy, were...elsewhere.  My bro
and I were in my house, with Alicia off visiting her parents, taking Sam
with her, at my request, so I could have some quality alone time with my
brother.  Of course, she had no idea that the quality time I had in mind,
was hoping for, was quality sex time.

   While he was gone on this last tour, I'd recorded every major football
game (or well, actually, I had one of the techs at the station do it in
return for some six-packs and a little leeway on being on time), so we were
going to have a brothers' beer and football day.  Lots of beer; lots of
football; lots of talk.

   We'd always talked about the hot women we saw, and how horny they made
us, and shit like "Man, wouldn't you like to cram her pussy?" So it was no
surprise when Dan started off with some trash talk about a couple of
cheerleaders during half-time.  And a hot brunette in the stands when they
panned the stadium during a time-out.  Etc., etc.  With me chiming right
in, gradually turning the conversation away from just how hot they were to
what I or he would like to do to them or them to us.  Gradually getting
more explicit, more crude, more high on the booze.  Fuck, a cop and a
marine.  What the fuck else would we be like on a day like that?

   And then, after a really crude, incredibly sexy idea about a young
redhead in the stands...a young teenager, hell, she couldn't have been more
than fifteen or sixteen...Dan suddenly shut up, obviously realizing he was
not only getting horned by underaged pussy, but had just admitted it to his
older brother.  Fan-fucking-tastic.  I didn't let the silence last.  Just
covered it with a long swallow to finish off my latest beer, followed by a
sigh, and "Fuck, bro, that's a hot idea."

   Definite silence at that point.  We'd never been a family to openly
display emotions, great poker players because of it, but I knew him so
goddamned well.  Inside that carefully blank face was a "what the fuck!"
shouting.  So I confused him by changing the subject.  Sort of.

   "Damn, bro, you're still a fucking horn dog.  How do you stand it over
there, I mean, just using your hand?  Or do you, well, get any?" The
pointed look was our "inquiring minds want to know look"--the one that
usually resulted in the other brother "fessin' up." Especially when it was
me asking my little brother.  Worked like a fucking charm.

   This time he let his face show what he was thinking, and he was thinking
maybe he should ask me whether I'd keep my mouth shut if he told me, but
then he recognized how fucking pissed off that would make me, so he just
went right into a story about a civilian woman at the embassy, and what
they did.  And then I did something I'd never done before, hell, that
neither of us had ever done when we were swapping sex stories.  I squeezed
my crotch, and with those jeans cutoffs and being commando underneath, when
I lifted my hand to grab another beer he couldn't miss my hardon.  His eyes
widened.

   I took a swallow, leaned back, my legs a bit spread, my cock obviously
on display.  "What?"

   He looked confused and took another long swallow.

   "Shit, bro, all the times we've told each other fuck stories about our
women, you mean to tell me you never got a hardon from me tellin' you about
some cunt I fucked or licked or whatever, and went off later to jack off
thinkin' about it?"

   Marines don't blush, of course, especially not thirty-eight year old
colonels.  But damn he came close.  And the sheepish look was as much an
admission as a "yeah, I did."

   "So...what the fuck?  I'm just admitting it, and so the fuck what if
you're seeing me hard.  Christ, it ain't as if we haven't seen each other
before with morning wood.  So this is afternoon wood, just for a different
reason.  And are you really gonna sit there and try to tell me that there
isn't a hardon under that pillow on your lap?"

   "Okay, big bastard," his old nickname for me, "yeah, I'm fuckin' hard."
And he moved the pillow aside.

   "To brotherly hardons!" I held my Bud out and we clicked cans, and took
another drink.

   Time for another change of topic.

   "So, now that we've got our hardons out of the way," I looked down at my
stiff one and then his and grinned at him, "is it true what they say about
Afghani parents?"

   "Huh?"

   "I heard that some of them in Kabul and other places are so poor that
they're offering their kids to American, Brit, French, whatever, soldiers
for cash or things, kind of like World War II and Germany."

   "Yeah." He closed his eyes briefly, like he was examining some memory.
Hot damn.

   "You ever...take them up on it?"

   A long pause.  A fucking long pause while he decided whether to tell me
or not, even though he had to know the fact of the silence was an admission
all by itself.  Finally he told me.  About a seventeen year old Afghani
girl from the tour before last, about three or four years ago, whose father
exchanged her for some army rations and twenty bucks.  And about all he did
to her.  But there was something odd, and when he was done, I just asked,
"You sure she was seventeen, Dan?"

   Yeah, when Dan gets drunk his control does loosen up, at least around
me. We're too damned close, even though the subject we were about to
discuss, and we both knew there was no maybe, possibly about the discussion
happening, was one we'd never talked about before.  But he still resisted.
And inside I grinned at the thought that after all these years, big bro,
big bastard, could still get the truth out of him.

   "Fifteen, Dan?  Fourteen?  Thirteen?" I had to give him something,
something to help tip him over the edge, since he was on the verge of
admitting a secret I doubt he'd ever shared with anyone, and me, well fuck,
my new-found pedo side had already been thoroughly shared with three men
and hot baby boy cunt.  And me and my boss and my pedotrician and a nigger
teen had gangbanged young Sammy and molested my boss' grandson.  But that
wasn't sharing with my brother.  I took the chance.

   "You have any idea how much of a fucking turn on that image is inside my
head, Dan?" And then I blatantly reached between my legs and groped myself.

   "You...don't mind?"

   "Fuck, man, I'm jealous.  You fuck her ass, too?  Was it nice and tight?
She suck you off, swallow your cum?" I was nearly jacking off through my
shorts, and he was gaping at me.  And nodding.

   I stopped playing with myself, jumped up, went to the cooler, dragged it
close to the couch so I wouldn't have to get up again, got two beers out,
popped the tops, and stood in front of Dan's spread legs to hand him his.
His eyes zeroed in on the very large wet stain on my shorts.  I sat down,
saluted Dan with my beer, drank and he followed suit.  He followed suit,
too, when I squeezed my prick again.

   "Hot, man, fucking hot." Another swallow.  "I heard they, well, they
sometimes offer even younger kids.  Really little girls.  Boys, even."

   Another nod from Dan, another long swallow.

   I was pretty certain I knew the answer, but had to ask...to be
absolutely certain.  And if he got offended I could pull off the "I'm
drunk, I don't know what I'm doing, don't remember anything" bit.  "You
ever take a daddy up on one of the little ones?"

   "You're sick." But it wasn't a serious accusation.  It was more of a
last-ditch effort to get out of admitting, finally fucking admitting, and
to his older brother no less, just what he'd done over there.

   "So?  I'm drunk, too.  Intend to get even more so.  Just admitted shit
to you I ain't never told anyone, and you're too chicken shit to admit
stuff yourself."

   "You...you haven't admitted anything."

   "Well, fuck.  I have to spell it out for you?  Your ex-marine, chief of
detectives, married cop brother gets off on fantasizing about fucking young
kid cunt.  And you, you bastard, actually fucking had some, didn't you?"
Actually, part of that was a lie, as I currently had no need to fantasize
since I was indeed fucking little boy pussy.  Fairly often.

   "Yeah."

   "Boy or girl?" He hesitated, and I was pretty sure he'd had a little boy
and was ashamed to admit it, as if that was even more perverted than
fucking a little girl.  For a moment he also looked like he was going to
try to lie to me, which was an exercise in futility.  He'd never been able
to, no matter how well he fooled everyone else, including our parents,
teachers, friends, whoever.  I guess he realized that.

   "Boy."

   "Christ, that's hot!" I finished the beer, set it on the coffee table
along with all the rest, leaned back, unbuttoned my shorts, lifted my hips
and shucked them down past my knees, sat back, wriggled my legs and they
dropped to my ankles.  I kicked them off so I could really spread wide.  My
naked knee touched his jeans-covered one and he jumped like he'd had an
electric shock.  Pulled back.

   I could be patient.  I twisted and bent, got another beer, opened it.  I
have a high tolerance for beer.  Swallowed.  Started jacking.  "You're out
of your fucking mind, bro, if you think I'm going to wait until later when
I'm alone and hiding from you to jack off just remembering what you're
about to tell me, when I could be doing it while you're telling me.  Get
over it.  Now how old was he?"

   "I don't know."



   "Well, fuck, how old do you think he was."

   "Nine?  Maybe."

   I moaned and oozed precum on my fingers.  I do that a lot when I'm that
fucking turned on.  "Christ.  Get those jeans off, Dan, or at least down."

   "I...."

   "Just fucking do it, bro.  I want to see you jerk your hard meat while
you tell me about your little dark-skinned boy."

   I'd seen him with his men on occasion; I'd seen him in other settings.
He was a tall, powerful, resourceful, take-no-prisoners, high-ranking
Marine who took no shit from anyone, who was instantly obeyed whenever he
gave an order, fuck, when he even just requested something.  I was enjoying
this moment of being almost in control, knowing it wouldn't last, probably
wouldn't ever happen again.  But fuck me it was hot.  And then there was a
flicker of...fuck...something...in his eyes.  Like something was funny,
maybe.  Then it was gone and it was so goddamned fast it was just my
fucking imagination.  There was nothing the fuck funny about my younger
brother pedo fucking some dark-skinned Afghani boy and keeping it a secret
all these years.  He obeyed.  Pulled off his boots, stood, unbuttoned his
belt, unbuttoned the jeans, peeled them down, hesitated, sat, and took them
all the way off.  Commando, like me.  Like we'd always done, to the despair
of our mother when she realized all the nice underwear she bought just
stayed that way...nice and neat and laundered and folded in our drawers. 
He sat back, spread his legs so I could see, touched his cock.  "Shirt,
too, bro."

   No hesitation.  He just did it.  He was totally naked now, except for
his socks.  I gestured and they were gone.  Jesus fucking Christ my brother
was a hot fucking stud.  The body of a hairy, muscled stud ten years
younger.  Long thick pubes.  A cock sticking up, leaking profusely, that
was almost identical to mine in length but a bit thinner.  Big thighs,
powerful hairy calves, large feet with hair on top and curling on his toes.
Such a hot fucking marine, with his very own pedo boy story to tell.

   "Tell me about your pedo boy sex, bro."

   He flinched at the word, but didn't object.  How the fuck could he?

   "His name was Zahid, which is kinda funny, because his daddy told me it
means chaste.  Nothing chaste about him.  And I almost said no, when Asif
offered his son the next time I saw him.  I asked about the girl, but he
suggested the boy instead.  He told me what a tight little ass cunt he had,
what talent he had with his mouth, and, well, something came over me and I
knew I wanted to do it.  Try it that one time.  Even though I knew what
kind of fucking danger I was in if anyone found out.  I'm no fag, Ric.  I'm
not!"

   I waved my beer can hand at him, careful not to slosh the couch and get
Alicia pissed at me, in a kind of "yeah, yeah, I understand, you ain't a
fag, you're just a pedo boy fucker" gesture.

   "Oh, man, Ric, I'd never had sex like that before.  Such a tiny boy.  So
dark.  Hairless except for long curly black hair on his head.  Naked.  We
were in a hot stuffy room in Asif's home, the same room where I'd fucked
his daughter.  Same crappy mattress on the floor.  Same wooden chair.  Me
in my full gear, fucking helmet and weapons and all.  Chaste little Zahid
padded over to me, his naked feet raising tiny puffs in the dirt floor. 
Looking up at me with those so fucking huge black eyes, he unzipped my
pants, reached his small hands inside, and still watching my face, pulled
my aching meat out.  And swallowed me to my balls.

   "Best fuckin' cocksucker in the world was what I was feeling right then.
Nobody but fuckin' nobody, Ric, had ever sucked me like that.  Yeah, yeah,
with our size meat..." and he gestured with his beer hand (the left, like
mine, since we were both boozing and jacking with our right) at my cock and
his, "it's no big deal to get us all down.  But no woman, fuck, not even
his thirteen year old sister, sucked me down with that kind of skill.  It
was like his mouth was a trained slut's pussy, and fuck, but I guess it
was. He probably had more cocks in his mouth in his few years than I'd ever
had mine in pussy, and I'm a fuckin' pussy hound, bro!"

   "Sure are, bro!" I agreed, and finished off the beer.  "Fuckin' boy
pussy!"

   No grimace this time on Danny's face.  What the fuck.  He hadn't been
"Danny" to me since he was little and I was his big bossy older brother. 
The thought slid away as he finished his beer, crushed the can and tossed
it on the table, drops spattering everywhere.  He grinned at me, daring me
to get pissed, to threaten him with my wife's wrath, and I fucking grinned
a "what the fuck" grin right back.

   We were facing each other on the couch now, kind of slouched, his right
leg, my left bent and resting against the back, his behind mine so our
hairy calves were warm against each other.  Our other legs were stretched
out and down, our feet on the floor, calves crossed and rubbing.  Watching
each other jack in silence for a bit.  I wondered if his nips were
dick-wired, too.  Holding his eyes, I reached up with my left hand and
began rubbing my pecs, using my hand to squeeze them and push my big fat
nipples up and out.  I could feel my tits get hard and still staring I
squeezed one.  Hard.  Grunted and thrust my hips up.  Fuck me but he
thought that was hot.  He did the same.

   "How'd you cum?"

   Arrogant fucker grinned again.  Real smug.  "Which time?"

   I moaned.  Couldn't help it.  "Oh, fuck, Danny, you sexed him twice?"

   "Yeah."

   And then the fucker shut up.  Just watched me and jacked.  Motherfucker.
Okay, so he can't lie to me.  But he could nearly always wait me out
because I don't have the fucking patience he does.  Nearly always, but I
had a sense this wasn't one of the times I was going to win.  So I gave in.
I asked.  "Tell me."

   That did not come out like a whining, groveling plea.  It didn't. 
Marines don't beg.  A chief of detectives doesn't beg.  And I carefully
didn't consider the sound of my voice begging John to fuck me harder when
he turned my virgin shitter into a man cunt.

   "Like I said, he was giving head like nothing I'd ever had before.  I
was so fucking turned on, but I was afraid of hurting him.  He was so
small, so thin.  Fuck, he could've been just six or seven for all the fuck
I knew.  I looked down at his head bobbing up and down on my meat.  I was
still holding my rifle, so I looped the strap across my chest and got it
out of my way on my back.  I started to put my hands on his head.  Stopped.
That's when Asif whispered to me to fuck him.  Hard.  Told me he liked it
rough with an American soldier.  That image got to me.  There was another
man in my command, or on the base, who'd been using this kid?  Another
white dick sliding in and out of his pussy mouth, filling him with hot
white gism?  Fuck.  I grabbed both sides of his head and held him so he
couldn't move, and then skull-fucked him.

   "Christ, Ric, I'd never face-fucked anyone giving me a blowjob before.
Hell, any woman would've killed me if I tried...the few bitches who'd even
get their mouths on my dick, much less swallow.  But I knew just what to
do. Natural male instinct?  Something bred in me?  I didn't know then,
didn't care.  All the fuck I cared about was getting my nut, emptying my
balls in this slut boy's mouth.  I don't know if you've ever had dark pussy
before, but man, it was so fucking hot to watch my white wet cock punching
in and out of his mouth, his face and hair so brown against my skin.  And
then I was cramming my meat as far in as I could get it, shuddering and
heaving and pumping my balls empty.  And the little whore swallowed every
fucking drop.  And cleaned me off when I was through spewing.  Maybe it was
the sight of that bright pink tongue flickering around my knob, lapping
around my prick, that kept me hard.  Weird as shit, but I don't think I'd
stayed hard after cumming like that since I was young, or well, fucking
forever."

   He closed his eyes, his head back, his hand moving a little faster on
his dick, remembering.  Fuckin' fine, but I wanted him remembering out
loud, giving me suck pics and fuck pics...pedo boy suck and fuck pics in my
head.  He wasn't being deliberately evasive just then so the "Tell me!" out
of my mouth was a captain's order to a young fucked up rookie who wasn't
paying attention.

   His eyes snapped open and the expression was...amused, and horny, and
hot.

   "I'd let his head go when he was finished, my own head still looking
down on him, as he looked up at me.  So fucking innocent.  Yet his lips
were puffy and slimy and no one could have mistaken them for anything other
than lips to a mouth cunt that had just been royally fucked.  That's when I
heard his father tell me again to fuck him.

   "I looked up then, and just barely managed to keep my face blank.  Asif
was fucking naked!  And hard.  And jacking.  He could've been twenty and
just looked forty plus.  Thin.  Wiry muscles.  A lined and ravaged face.  A
thick mustache.  Black eyes like his chaste little boy, burning like
fucking lava or the daytime summer heat in that damned country.  A belly
like the start of a basketball inside.  Hairless chest.  Really hairy bush.
And man, what a fuckin' cock.  Yeah, I've seen other men's cocks in porn.
Can't help seein' `em when you're pissing side by side, or taking a shower
in the barracks, or standing in line for the makeshift outdoor shower at
camp.  But I'd never seen another man's hardon before.  He was fucking
huge, Ric!  Eight inches?  Nine?  Fat.  Uncut.  Huge motherfuckin' balls
hanging way down.  He moved his hand forward, squeezing, and a huge glob of
precum worked its way down the long foreskin and dripped into the dust.

   " `Fuck him, sir,' he whispered again.  `You fuck him hard in his pussy.
He like that.  Sar..." he stopped himself from saying the name, but I now
knew one of my sergeants was a boy-fucker.  `He fuck Zahid rough.  Zahid
like.  Zahid like pain.  You hard.  You fuck him cunt.'

   "My balls felt like, well, what a car's gas tank must feel like when
it's just run out of gas, and then it's pumped full again.  I looked back
down at the boy's not-quite-so-angelic face.  His eyes burned like his
father's.  He licked his lips.  Put his hands up to his little tits and
squeezed.  Hard.  And grinned.  I asked him, `You like rough?' He nodded
eagerly.

   "Ric...I swear to God and all the saints, but I'd never thought of doing
anything like that.  Any more than I'd thought of face fucking a young boy
in a dirty room halfway around the world from home.  But my cock and balls
were on fire themselves with the idea.  `I fuck rough,' I told him.

   "He just turned and dropped to the floor, apparently too eager to be
bothered with the filthy mattress.  Not that I fucking cared.  His weight
was on his forearms, head bowed, his scrawny ass thrust in the air.  I'd
fucked ass before, not often, but never without, well, preparation,
loosening her up, lubing us both, easing in.  Pausing.  Giving her a chance
to get used to me before starting.  But in that moment, `fuck that shit'
wasn't even a conscious thought.

   "I dropped to my own knees, rested on my haunches for a moment while I
dropped as much spit as I could, which in that heat and dust and dirt
wasn't fucking much, on my cock, spread it and the fresh precum around,
straddled his thin legs, bent over him, covering him, oh fuck, Ric, doggy
style like that his head didn't even reach the top of my chest, held myself
up with my left hand flat in the dirt, used my right to get my knob against
his cunt lips, and fuck, I just shoved in.

   "Zahid squealed and writhed, and almost got away but I clamped my right
arm around his body and he was fucking stuck.  In more than one fucking
way. Jesus, Ric, but he was so fucking tight.  Tightest, hottest hole I'd
ever had my dick in and that was counting the mouth pussy I'd just cum in.
I reared back, clamping my hands almost completely around that little boy's
waist, and then started slam fucking him.  He squealed again, fucking loud.
And I was so fucking horned, so fucking out of it that it never occurred to
me I could get my fucking head blown off by some irate Afghani parent, or
some Taliban bastard, I just went right on fucking.

   "Then the next mind-blowing thing happened.  I was building up my cum,
chin tucked into my chest so I could watch my white cock power fucking that
dark little boy pussy hole and Zahid was writhing again, but not to get
away but slamming his hips back to get my cock as far into his cunt as
possible, moaning and muttering in his own language.  And his father said,
`I fuck too.'

   "I just fucking stopped fucking.  It was half a statement, half a
question.  That was fucking sick.  A father fucking his own son?  Yeah,
yeah, I was fucking his son, but that was different; his father was pimping
him out and I was just a horny marine officer who needed something tight
and hot to dump a second load in for the day.  My mind said `no, get the
fuck away, the kid's mine.' My mouth said `yes.'

   "I looked up into Asif's eyes, so fucking huge, so wide I almost
couldn't see whites, his face so close to mine since he was on his knees in
front of his kid, I could have leaned forward and kissed him.  Which was a
thought that fucking turned me on, turned me fucking off, too.  Then we
looked down together as Asif grabbed his boy's hair viciously with one
hand, yanked his head up, and just rammed all fucking eight or nine or
whatever the fuck inches down into his gullet.

   "I was motionless, my meat buried in the boy's shitter.  Asif looked up
again and we stared at each other, two adult men from different worlds,
different cultures, different fucking races, joined by the frail boy body
between us, our cocks trying to meet each other somewhere deep inside.

   " `You feel,' he said.  He stretched out his left arm, gently lifted my
right hand away from its definitely bruising hold on the boy's waist,
tugged me a little forward, brought my hand down and under so I was fucking
cupping the little boy's tiny face and chin and feeling his own father's
thick cock buried in that mouth, feel his enormous balls rubbing against my
skin.  The boy was whimpering now, trying to get away, trying to breathe,
panicking, but he was impaled at both ends by two adults who weren't
moving...until Asif moved his hips back and that long, slimy father meat
slid out of his son's mouth, leaving my hand grasping my first hardon other
than my own.  Still holding my wrist he used my hand to jack himself, and
then he slid his not-quite-so slick any more cock through my curled palm so
that I helped guide it back into the son-mouth.  Felt it slide all the way
in, felt the movement when Zahid's tiny tongue began to work on the father
dick inside his upper cunt.

   "I spread my knees wider for better balance, rested my helmet against
Asif's head, fumbled with the strap and managed to unbuckle it with my left
hand, then lifted enough to pull it off, drop it on the floor.  So fucking
awkward, so fucking turning me on.  I was bent over now, my sweat dripping
face close enough to see that fat dick beginning to fuck the kid mouth
cunt, like my hips were slowly starting to fuck the little boy's shitter
again.  I was resting my weight on my elbows, close enough I could smell
the sweat pouring off both the kid and his dad, smell the raunchy scent of
Asif's crotch, undoubtedly no more musky and raunchy than my own had anyone
been inhaling right there.

   " `Hurt him,' Asif half whispered.  `He need hurt.'"

   "Oh, Ric, I fucking did.  I clamped my hand around his mouth filled with
cock, held his nose, reached under with my left hand and squeezed first one
tit and then the other really fucking hard, hard enough to leave more
bruises.  The boy bucked and whimpered and writhed and tried to throw us
off and then I let him loose and put my palm on Asif's chest and shoved. 
He fell back on his haunches, his cock sliding out of the boy's mouth.  The
boy's gasping, coughing, choking mouth as inhaled huge gulps of air.

   "My cock in his cunt was relentless.  It didn't stop as I lost all
control of grammar and talked to him like his father talked to me.  `You
like, Zahid?  Like hurt?  Need hurt?'

   "The boy, this tiny little cunt boy who was clearly way stronger than he
looked, bobbed his head up and down rapidly like he was deep throating the
best fucking cock in the world.  `Yes, please,' he begged, and no fucking
question he was begging.  He twisted his head to look up at me and there
was no fear in his eyes, no being forced, just raging fucking boy lust, boy
need.  `Fuck.  Hurt.'

   "I looked up at his father, my eyes telling him to move back in, to fuck
his own son's mouth like the sick pervert he was, we were.  We started to
build our fuck strokes again, not trying to work together.  I bruised the
little one's tits some more, slapped his belly, played with his daddy's
dick as it fucked his face, got my fingers slimy with boy spit and precum,
reached between Asif's wide-spread knees and with first a gentle touch to
find my target, rammed my first two fingers up Asif's hairy fuckhole, not
particularly caring at that moment what I'd find up there.

   "Asif gasped.  Part pain, part outrage.  Not enough to lose his hardon.
Enough to stop the boy fuck and flail at my right arm, before grabbing it
with his left hand.  `No!' he almost shouted.

   "But he didn't pull away, didn't fight to get his ass free of my buried
fingers.  `No!' he said again.

   "I looked up at him and the expression in my eyes must have shocked him.
Fucking scared him.  `Yes.' I half pulled my fingers out and then shoved
them in again as far as they would go.  He grunted.  `Fuck Zahid, hurt him.
Boy want hurt.  Yes.  Hurt Zahid, yes.  Hurt Asif, too.'

   " `No!  No want hurt!' Asif begged.  Started to say something more, shut
his mouth.  He could see I was too far gone, way beyond whatever the fuck
he'd thought would happen when he introduced another American marine into
the delights of boy fucking.  Something in my posture, twisted though it
was, something in my face told him that if he didn't fucking do what I
wanted, he might actually get hurt a lot more than whatever I might do
while fucking his baby boy and fucking with him.  And a flicker of fear let
me know he realized a couple of other facts.  Yeah, I was vulnerable with
my cock and balls out of my pants, down on my knees on a dirt floor with my
dick buried in little boy pussy, and my fingers up daddy's ass, but...he
was naked, didn't have a weapon in the first place, and I might just
fucking pull my cock out, grab my gun and fucking blow him away before or
after I finished fucking.  He nodded.

   " `Tell me, Asif!'

   "He sure the fuck didn't want to, was desperate not to, but in spite of
his fear, fuck, because of his fear?, he was still hard.  He shivered. 
Gave in yet again.  `Yes.  Hurt Asif, too.  Like boy.'

   "Fuck, Ric, I wouldn't have.  I don't pull that kind of shit.  But right
then I almost believed I could, I would, if he defied me...and he pretty
obviously believed it, too.  I pulled my fingers out, held them up to his
mouth.  He hesitated, looked at me for a reprieve, found none, sniffed,
winced, sucked both fingers in, slobbered them with his tongue, getting
them slimy since he knew just where they were headed for.  I forced another
finger in his mouth, shoved them down his throat until he was choking and
gagging himself.  Let him work overtime to try to control his gag reflex,
to breathe, yanked them out.

   "The boy was braced with his hands on his father's knees, his own
wide-spread knees braced against mine.  `Zahid's tits.' A smart son fucker,
Asif.  He spread his legs wider to get his ass closer to the ground, closer
to the three fingers I'd made into a kind of triangle shape, and when I
rammed them into his ass he just grunted loudly, determined not to give way
any further.  But he had to bend forward to get both arms around mine and
under Zahid's body to work on the boy's pain-filled pointy nips.

   " `Hurt Asif,' I murmured as he bent close, his face near mine while I
worked his cunt with my fingers and with my left hand repeated what I'd
done to Zahid.  But with a lot more strength behind the grabbing and
twisting on his much bigger and thicker man tits.  He couldn't stop the
loud `Aieeeeeeeee!' that screamed out, though he managed to catch it and
stop it before it went on very long.

   "We were pounding that boy's cunts hard then, no matter how awkward and
nearly fucking impossible the positions we were in.  The two men looking at
each other over the frail little boy body they were relentlessly fucking.
And suddenly I knew something more was gonna happen, had to happen. 
Another "never thought, never figured" thing.  Couldn't have told you then,
can't tell you now why I said it, wanted it, ass-pounding motherfucking
needed it.  I said the word, he looked horrified and then obeyed.

   "I kissed my first man, Ric.  I was in fucking Afghanistan, Ric, alone,
vulnerable from being alone, even more vulnerable because I was fucking
Afghani boy cunt, paid for or not, dripping sweat, rivers of sweat, hot,
uncomfortable, so fucking turned on I could've run the lights in Chicago
for a week, vulnerable from using an Afghani father, my career at fucking
risk, my fucking life at fucking risk, and I didn't care.  I kissed him. 
Mouth open, tongues and fucking all.

   "It was...fucking horrible, and a fucking turn on.  I could
taste...Christ, Ric!  I could taste the tobacco he'd been smoking or
chewing, the booze he'd been drinking, religious ban or no, could taste and
smell his ass, my fingers, his cock, his raunchy pubes.  Somehow I
tongue-fucked his mouth, finger-fucked his ass and fucked that hot, tight,
young boy pussy all at the same time, all at speed, and...."

   "Fuck, Danny, fuck!  I can't take it!" I'd been stroking my meat faster
and faster, trying to hold off until the story was over, until we could
both cum, but I was too fucking turned on by the words, the images, my
greasy cock from all the precum I'd spread with every stroke, my own
hurting nips.  "Fuck you pedo boy fucker, bro!  I'm cummmminnnnnnnnnng!"

   And with that I fucking sprayed everywhere.  My face, my mouth, my
chest, the couch, my belly, gasping, panting, praying the neighbors hadn't
heard although I knew how loud I'd bellowed.  I brought myself back, still
breathing hard, opened my eyes, saw Danny frantically working his meat, his
head thrown back again, eyes closed, lost in the boy fucking past, trying
to reach his own cum.

   But I'm a selfish prick, a greedy cop bastard and I wanted more.  "Tell
me, Danny, tell me the rest of it, you bastard."

   His eyes snapped open, but his hand didn't stop moving until I grabbed
his wrist.

   He was so far gone in lust he was willing to beg, probably not even
aware he was doing it.  "Ric, for chrissake, please.  I need...."

   "I know what my little bro needs, Danny.  Tell me the rest and I'll
fucking give you what you need."

   The "huh?" of incomprehension was in his eyes.  I obviously didn't see
when he figured it out because that was probably right about the time I
scrambled and twisted around, got on my knees on the floor, and swallowed
his cock, inhaling his own raunchy, sex-sweaty scent.  I wasn't an expert
yet, fuck, I'd only had a few lessons on John's cock and once with Harry,
but I was a good enough cocksucker for this, especially as far gone as he
was.

   Danny was always quick with the essentials.  He grabbed my head, decided
to give his older bro the best skull-fuck he was capable of at the moment,
and got started.  Got started talking, too.

   "Christ, Ric, oh Jesus your mouth feels so good.  Oh fuck, a pedo fag
cocksucking older bro!  Yeah, we were so fucking horned right then, all
three of us.  The moment my chaste little boy cunt cum whore heard his
father squeal he began shaking in such a violent dry cum I thought he was
going to throw us off him.  It didn't go on for long as I hurt Asif and
kissed him and finger fucked him and we fucked his boy, and he twisted and
bruised those boy-tits.

   "Oh, yeah, big bro, such a fucking talented mouth.  Suck baby bro's
dick, Ricky, suck that lean marine meat."

   Not that I had much choice with my hands braced on his hard thighs,
holding on while my face got fucked the way I imagined, the way I could
fucking see the tiny boy's cunt getting fucked.

   "Zahid only slowed down and then started another fucking seizure, dry
cum, what the fuck, clamping his cunt muscles down on my cock, twisting and
turning and thrusting and never losing a stroke of his father's meat, and
then it was my turn to cum and I screamed into Asif's mouth and he in mine
as he came, too, blasting load after steaming load of steaming cum into
both ends of his young son.

   "Christ, Ric, getting' close, gettin' close.  Not done, though, not
yet."

   Danny was gasping even harder, sweating, too, the smell from his pits,
his pubes, wafting into my nose, turning me on again.

   "We...we...pulled out of his cunts, fell apart, collapsed.  But the
little fucker was first to recover, pulling himself up, turning around to
lick my prick clean, then doing the same with his daddy.  I could see
bright white cum oozing out of his almost raw cunt lips.  And then Asif
yanked on his son, turned him around, lined his cunt up and plunged his
still hard cock right into the boy's pussy.

   "I could barely fucking stand it.  He was fucking his own son!  Ramming
his meat in and out of that tortured pussy, pulling the ass lips back out
to form a flesh ring around his dick before shoving it back in again.  I
went fucking crazy, Ric.  Please, bro, please don't hate me, but I, aw
shit, fuck, suck your bro's sleazy cock, your slut bro's meat, Ric.  I
fuckin' asked Asif to fuck me.  Fuck that.  Told him to fucking fuck me."

   My marine brother got fucked?  By an Afghani man?  Fuck!  I sucked
harder, worked his meat more eagerly.

   "He yanked his dick out of the boy, shoved him aside so he slumped on
the floor, while I was undoing belts and buckles and zippers, shoving
everything down my thighs so my cock and balls and shitter were open. 
Available.  I was jacking my dick as I bent down like little Zahid had
done, raising my butt in the air.  Asif came around.  Half-squatted, half
knelt behind me.  I could feel his knob touching my virgin hole, and then
he said the words I knew he'd say.  `Hurt marine.'

   "Jesus, did he ever.  He ripped open my ass, shoved all eight, nine,
fifty, telephone pole inches into my butt and my eyes glazed with pain,
like a fucking thousand watt spotlight shined into them, and my sergeant's
non-reg Bowie knife was slicing up my insides.  He didn't stop.  Didn't
care.  Didn't have to care.  He bottomed out, yanked clear, repeated.  And
repeated and repeated.  I guess whoever was around figured that it was the
American who screamed so loudly they didn't need to rush in for help.

   "He started fucking me harder and faster, muttering at me, humiliating
me and I just, oh, fuck, Ric, I just let him.  `Fuck marine,' he said
again. `American not man.  American pussy boy.  Cunt.  Slut boy like Zahid.
Fuck marine pussy!" He shouted that, whispered it, said it over and over as
he worked my ass, and then suddenly little Zahid was crawling and wriggling
under us, gulping down my meat, and Asif was cumming in my torn ass, and I
was cumming in the boy slut's mouth, and...

   "Fuck shit cocksuck motherfucking Christ, Ric!  Fucking suck my cum
down!"

   And my baby bro shoved his meat into my mouth and exploded with even
more spooge than what I'd shot moments ago.  I could tell, since I was
having so fucking much difficulty swallowing it all, but even former
marines and current cops manage to get the job done.  When he finally
stopped shaking and cumming, I lifted my head, dropped back on my haunches.
Looked at him.  He'd put his arm across his eyes.

   Embarrassment at what we'd just done?  What he'd just revealed?  Fuck,
what I'd just revealed by going along with it, encouraging it?  Fuck that
shit.  Looking away, that's what he'd done when he was eight and I was
sixteen and I'd caught him out at something.  But not now.  No way.

   I pulled his left arm down to rest his elbow on the arm of the couch. 
"Look at me, bro."

   He did.

   I grinned at him.  A wicked, unrepentant big brother grin.  "Jesus
fucked and wept and fucked again, bro, but we're a pair of sick fucks,
aren't we?"

   The return smile was only a baby one...appropriate, I guess, for what we
both just admitted we were.

   I lightly rested my hands on his thighs.  Grinned again at the sudden
thought.

   "What?"

   "Just thinking, bro, about how much time we wasted.  If I'd known you
could be fucked...."

   "I don't get fucked!" he snapped back.  Then shut up.  Since he did. 
Had.

   "I just remembered...that time when you were eight.  We were skinny
dipping at Foster's pond, and we got out of the water and onto the blanket
and we were all wet.  And you got a little hardon.  You were so fucking
embarrassed, too.  Christ, if I'd only known that you liked dick in your
pussy, that I'd like pedo fucking a boy, fuck, even my own brother, I
could've put you belly down on the blanket, and maybe eaten your cunt out,
and then slid my big bro dick inside you and fucked you good."

   There was a softening to his "I don't get fucked" expression.

   "Jesus, Danny, think about it," I whispered, leaning in.  His eyes were
wary, but he automatically spread his legs wider to let me get closer.  I
was so fucking hard.  Like I hadn't cum just now, hadn't cum for days,
weeks.  I rubbed my hands over his hairy pecs, gently squeezing, used
thumbs and forefingers to roll his big nips around, squeezed them, too,
leaned in and used my lips and tongues to work his tits.  And then my
teeth, while my hands were working his slimy cock and sweaty balls,
teasing, fondling, stroking.  Yeah, he got hard again, all right.

   I sat back on my haunches.  He'd slumped down so his hard Marine ass was
right at the edge of the couch, big balls hanging over.

   I stretched to my left, grabbed the big throw I'd been sitting on,
straightened, stood up, my hard and leaking cock sticking out.  My left
calf edged back to move the coffee table out and away.  I held out my right
hand.  "C'mon, little bro, get your fuckin' Marine ass up and off the
couch."

   Danny gave me a half-assed grin, and then raised his right arm so we
were gripping forearms, and allowed me to pull him up.  Right up so we were
pressed together.  Close to identical in height, our meat pressed upwards
against our bellies, our faces so close we were almost breathing each
other's air.  "Kissed any other men besides your Afghan fuck-daddy?"

   It was his eyes that told me he hadn't.

   "Got a kiss for your bro, then?"

   No need for any answer other than the obvious one.  We leaned in the
fraction of an inch necessary and kissed.  Not a fuck-me-now passionate
kiss, but almost gentle, with plenty of tongue and no fucking rush.  The
rush was all down below as I could feel, knew he could as well, both our
dicks spewing a steady stream of thick, sticky precum.  We parted after a
few seconds, minutes, hours, how the fuck could I tell?  How the fuck could
I ever have really expected this?  Hoped for a maybe pedo brother, fuck,
yeah.  But not this, not what I got.

   "That's how I would have kissed you that day, Danny.  I'd have picked up
your hairless eight year old body, resting your tight little ass in my
arms, holding you just right so we could kiss.  And I could feel your
little boy hardon against my abs.

   "And I would've set you down and you'd have seen how hard my teen cock
was, and how much it was leaking.  And I would've told you how beautiful
you were, and how I wanted to fuck you, and asked you if you trusted me. 
Trust me, Danny?"

   "Yeah." His voice was soft and he was grinning, almost that same little
boy grin from so many years ago.  Fuck, thirty fucking years, but right
then I could see my scrawny young bro that skinny dipping day, standing
next to his sixteen year old brother, tall, and lanky and hairy and horned
up like fucking crazy.

   I stepped back, pulling him with me, away from the couch.  I let him go
for a moment, spread the throw on the couch seat and part of the arm, and
down to the floor and stretched it out.  "Remember that big log?  You
wanted to lean up against it while you dried off and rested, and I draped
the blanket over it so the rough bark wouldn't hurt you, so you wouldn't
risk splinters.  But if I had to do it over again, I'd have told you to get
on your knees, to bend over the leg so I could see your hot, tiny, tight
eight year old ass."

   "You sure, Ric?  You sure it won't hurt?" I could've kissed my bro right
then, but that would have shattered the mood.

   Our eyes were locked together.  I kept him focused on me, willing him to
continue going along with what I so obviously wanted, what I hoped he'd
fucking want, too.  "Yeah, baby boy, it'll hurt some, but you're a Harman.
Harmans can take pain."

   Danny got on the floor, knelt, bent over the couch and spread his knees
a little wide to lower his hairy ass.

   "Oh, Danny, you're such a beautiful little boy.  So tiny right now.  Not
a big hulk like me." I was on my knees, too, caressing his back, his ass,
his balls, his hard cock.  Imagining him hairless like he'd been back then.
Skinny, too.  Just a little round in the butt.  Fuck, but I was remembering
more than I ever thought I'd looked at back then.

   "Such a fucking hot eight year old, little brother.  Just kneeling there
with your virgin cunt in the air.  Whimpering when your big brother's fat
wet tongue slurps and licks your asshole.  Whimpering more when he reaches
around your head and shoves two fingers in your mouth, nearly choking you,
and you instinctively know you need to get them really wet and sloppy.

   "Such a good fucking mouth, Danny.  Your big bro is gonna enjoy that,
too, but not right now.  Right now he needs to take your cherry, to fuck
your virgin boy pussy.

   "You're gonna love it, too, little brother.  You look around and see
your big brother, all six feet of him, rebelliously long hair down to his
shoulders `cause it pissed off dad, kind of skinny himself, just starting
to develop, but so fuckin' hairy, sitting back on his heels, using thumb
and two fingers to stroke his teen boy meat.  Not big, but fat.  Wider for
sure than any turd that's been in your little shitter.  He reaches between
your legs to fondle your own dickie and sure enough it's hard.

   "So hot, baby brother, so fucking hot when you know the cunt wants it.
When you know the cunt is scared shitless of the pain, but still wants it.
Just like you.

   "You watch me drop huge globs of spit on my dick, my mouth drooling like
my teen meat, and you shiver.

   "Your sixteen year old brother is gonna fuck your tight eight year old
shitter, baby bro.  Change your fucking life forever.  You want it, you're
desperate for it even if you'd never thought of it before he started
working on you.  Tell me, Danny boy, tiny, hot eight-year-old virgin cunt
baby bro, you want your teen brother's dick eased into you all nice and
gentle, or do you want it up your pussy deep and hard and fast like the
marine you say you want to be when you grow up?"

   The last was near-growled, and it was all I could do to ask the
question, even though I knew the Ivory soap answer: 99 and 44
one-hundredths percent sure he'd ask for a marine fuck.

   And he did.  In a soft voice that right then sounded so very fucking
young and innocent.  "L...like a marine, Ric.  I'm a Harman.  I can take
it."

   So I did.  Fucked him marine hard, cop hard.  And the bastard only
started a loud, nasal "ahn" of pain and just converted it into a grunt. 
Not like his older brother getting his pussy fucked and screaming that
first time; thank God he'd never hear that story, or I'd never fucking hear
the end of it.

   Okay, so marine colonel pussy isn't as tight as a little boy's cunt,
even a slut boy like Davey, but it's still tight and hot, hotter than my
wife's cunt, but that was a thought that slid away and vanished.  So
fucking hot.  I just held my position, only for a moment, feeling his pussy
muscles adjust to me, feeling him start to move and then I yanked my cock
all the way out of his cunt and shoved it back in.  And repeated it several
times until Danny was sighing and moaning.

   "Oh fuck, Ricky, so fucking hot to have your dickie in my ass.  Feels so
good."

   I heard those words with a kind of shock that my tender young brother
could have such a foul mouth.  "Not a dickie, little brother, and not an
ass.  I got my cock in your cunt.  Hairless, skinny little boys with dicks
up their backsides don't have assholes, they've got pussies or cunts."

   "Yes, Ricky." Such a hot, fucking submissive boy sound from my marine
cunt's mouth.  "Fuck my boy pussy, Ricky, fuck it hard."

   "Got it, baby bro, you fuckin' got it."

   And I did.  I bent over him, holding his belly with both still well
muscled arms, pounding his new cunt, raising up a little and still slamming
in and out while I caressed his body with my callused hands, squeezed his
pecs and nips, fingered his lips and mouth, rubbed his back and sides and
chest, leaned forward enough to rest my cheek on his shoulder, my right
hand up and under, hooked onto his left shoulder, my left hand down working
his cock.  Danny began writhing under me, eager now, pushing back, helping
his pretend cherry fuck.

   "God, baby bro, your hot little cunt has got me so close.  So tight, so
fucking tight.  Gonna do this again, you know, gonna fuck your mouth, your
cunt, so fuckin' often you won't be able to walk straight and you'll have
to explain to daddy why you look like you got somethin' up your butt all
the fuckin' time.  Years, baby, fuckin' years of fucking your boy cunts,
and later, oh baby, your bro is so fucking smart, when you're older and you
start gettin' hairy like me, we'll find us another little boy, `n both of
us c'n pedo fuck the kid.  Miz Thomson's got a new baby boy, bro.  Maybe
him.  When he's four or five?"

   "Christ, yeah, Ricky.  Both of us, fuckin' his cunts at both ends.  Pedo
fucking that baby boy, oh Ricky, I feel so funny, all tingly and weird `n
like I gotta pee, Ricky?  Ricky?"

   "That's your cum, baby bro.  Let it go, let it happen, dry cum like your
big bro is gonna wet cum right fucking now!"

   I rammed in hard and began spraying another gallon of spooge into my hot
marine brother's, hot eight year old brother's cunt, just as he started
spraying his own cum all over my hand, the floor, the blanket, as he
shouted out, "Yeah, Ricky, pedo fuck your bro's baby boy pussy!"

   We were still shooting when we heard the sharp "Dad!" behind us.  And
the stuttered "U...uncle Dan?"