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Painting Donovan Ch. 02

By: yeti8080k



Enjoy. Feedback appreciated. ;) ~K 

*

The first thought I had when I woke up the next morning was that I had to go take a shit right away. I threw off the covers and sprinted to the toilet, sighing in relief as the cum oozed out. He'd put one hell of a load in me. It was the first time I'd ever let someone fuck me bareback.

"Don?" I yelled from the bathroom. 

No answer. He was gone. Just like that.

Well, maybe not quite "just like that". I'd woken up covered in my own blankets. Don must have brought them down from my bedroom. That was something at least. He couldn't have been totally freaked out if he'd actually taken the time to tuck me in like Dad used to do when we were kids... 

That's when it hit me like a sledgehammer: Holy fuck, I'd been fucked by my brother.

When I'd cleaned myself up I looked myself in the mirror. Was I ok with this? The twenty-something guy with the blue-green eyes in the mirror smile hesitantly. I let it deepen into a grin. 

Yeah I was ok. Hell, more than ok. I felt great. Well, other than that twang of discomfort from having been jackhammered by my brother's massive cock, and the real possibility I'd fucked up our relationship. A lot depended on how Don felt about it.

I realized I was pacing around the house so I made myself stop and do what I always did when I was anxious – I set about painting. Everything was still laid out from last night. I studied the portrait I'd made of Donovan and started getting hard again just from looking at it. I thought about touching it up, but somehow that didn't feel right. Some things were best left unfinished. 

That's when I knew what I wanted to do. It was probably the wrong way to go about the issue, but damn, it was what I wanted to paint. I'd need a bigger canvas than what I had lying around for what I had in mind. 

As I stuffed my wallet into my back pocket and headed out, it struck me that Donovan had cured me of my painter's block. 

I'd have to thank him somehow.

* * *

As the days rolled by and I still didn't hear from Donovan, I buried myself in my work, my painting, and nightly jack-off sessions. There was only one star in my fantasies and he was always the same. 

Yeah, I had it bad.

On Wednesday my best bud JC called me on my cell while I was out buying groceries.

"So why didn't you tell me you and Colin broke up?" JC was the kind of guy who liked to cut to the chase.

"Because it's nobody's fucking business," I told him. "Least of all my sister's." I squeezed a cucumber, checking for firmness.

"What's your sister got to do with it?"

"I'm guessing she told you."

"Nope, I found out from Don."

That got my attention. "Don?"

"Y'know, big buff guy with the stubbed nose? Likes hockey? Has a brother named Darren?"

"Quit it. You talked to Don?"

"Yeah man. We play in the same league. We had a game on Monday so we talked before. I gotta tell you though, he played a pretty shitty game. He was set up with a bunch of precision passes from his mates but it was like he was aiming everywhere except the net. Which is too bad for his team because we creamed them." 

He paused. "So anyway, back to you. You guys really broken up this time?"

"Yeah. Its over." 

"Good. About time," he said brusquely. Without missing a beat, he asked casually, "Ever thought about trying out Don?"

The tomato in my hand almost exploded as I broke into cold sweat. 

"What?" He had to be pulling my leg. JC liked saying things to get a raise in me. I was pretty sure he was grinning on the other end.

"I mean you're single now and he is pretty hot. I've seen him in the showers, he's got a big one, you like those."

"But not as much as you," I retorted. "He's my brother, you asshole. Stop checking him out, he's... straight." 

JC chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, I gotta jet. You should come out to Odyssey with us on Saturday."

"I'll think about it," I replied.

As he ended the call, I was left wondering why I'd almost said 'he's mine' instead of 'he's straight.'

By Friday I couldn't deny it anymore. I was antsy. I had to know where we stood. I texted Don a simple "hey" after work and waited. 

Colin dropped in on my place around six to pick up the rest of his stuff. After he left I ordered Chinese because I wasn't in the mood to cook. The buzzer rang and I went to get the door, expecting the delivery man.

Except it wasn't. 

It was Donovan in cut-off jeans and a sleeveless blue T. Nice, I thought. He was clean shaven beneath his baseball cap, his signature smile splitting his jaw, but somehow he looked less fresh than usual, as though he hadn't slept well the night before.

"Lookie what I got," grinned Don as he lifted a spring roll from the delivery bag dangling from his hand and proceeded to munch on it. "Mmmm, yum."

"Hey, that's my dinner!" I made a grab for the bag but Don held it out of reach. He was taller and stronger than I was so it wasn't a hard thing for him to do. Struggling against him I could feel his muscles moving and smell his aftershave, which was probably what he'd intended anyway... a thought that got me hard, right there in the doorway. I lunged onto his back.

"You mounting me now?" he grunted in his familiar gravelly voice. "Now that ain't right."

"Why's that? You mounted me," I shot back.

"Yeah, but that's 'cause I know how to do you right." As if to make his point Donovan swung his body around, stepped into the house and closed the door with the back of his foot. Then he carried me on his back to the kitchen where he set the food on the table and slapped me on the ass. 

"Now get off," he said.

I dismounted and he whipped around, looking me over with heated eyes. I moved to touch him.

"Wait," he said, warding off my advance. He took a ragged breath. When he spoke again it came out in a rush. "Look, I gotta tell you this... what happened last week... we can't do that again."

I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach.

"You're my brother, and I love you. But what we did was wrong, ok? We crossed a line. We can't do that again. It would mess everything up. You understand?"

Anger and hurt welled up inside me as I turned so he couldn't see. Words, just words, that's all they were. I could use words too. 

"Sure Don," I said in a voice I thought was pretty even, "I understand."

"You sure, Darren? I mean I'm really sorry about coming on to you like that, I guess I was horny and you were probably confused..."

Confused, he'd said. Like I was some teenager with a crush. I resisted the urge to punch him right then and there. I started walking towards the studio. 

"Yup. I get it," I told him.

"Come on, Darren, look at me. I need to know we're cool." He grabbed my arm.

I turned to look at him. "We're cool."

He stared at me. I stared back defiantly.

"Ok." He said finally. A muscle on his jaw twitched. 

I was now standing beside the draped canvas. It was my turn. "Want to see what I've been working on?"

Donovan sighed. "Sure. Why not."

I pulled the drape off.

It was one of the largest works I'd ever done. The canvas was twelve feet, so Don's cock was probably twice the size it actually was. I had him sitting on a chair in profile, with his shaft curving upwards till it disappeared into my ass. Yeah I was in the painting too. I was riding him. We were looking each other straight in the eye. Don had one hand on my ass, the other on the small of my back. Cum was spewing from my cock, some of it already landing on Don's chin and shoulders. Cum was leaking from my ass too, sticky white drips down Don's half-buried cock. I'd especially liked painting that part.

I was watching Don, not the one in the painting, but the real one, so I saw him swallow before he rasped, "What's it called?"

"'Brothers Fucking'"

"You little shit..." he hissed. In a split second he had me pinned to the wall, my shirt bunched up in his fist. Lips inches from mine he seethed, "What's gotten into you? What if someone sees?" He shook me. "Eh? What then?"

"You're hard," I murmured. 

His expression changed. He closed his eyes. He breathed.

I knew I had him then.

"Fuck it," he swore, and pulled me into a kiss. His tongues delved into my mouth and mine into his and pretty soon we were duelling. I could feel his cock firming up even more as he dry humped me with his crotch and I had to remind myself to breathe. No one had ever turned me on like this.

Finally he broke the kiss and stepped back. "I want your clothes off. Right now." He took off his cap and pulled his shirt over his head. A body built to fuck, that was what he had. I watched him unbuttoned his jeans and lower his underwear enough to tease me with a glimpse of the head of his cock. It would be in me soon...

"I said now," he growled, a warning in his look. He folded his arms.

I did as I was told. I stripped till I was naked as the day I was born, my brother's eyes drinking me in all the while. 

"Shit. My lil bro..." he murmured, "...all grown up." 

He flicked my right nipple with his fingers and I shivered. 

He kissed me again and then went down on his knees. Pressing me against the wall with one hand, he took my dick in his big square jaw and started sucking. I watched as his bulging shoulder swung back and forth on his narrow hips like a pendulum. His tongue was working all along my shaft and sending good feelings up my spine. Who'd have thought my hot jock of a brother was such a good cocksucker. I was damn lucky.

When he'd sucked me off long enough he stood up and held up a finger in a sign to wait. His pants and underwear came off and he kicked them to the side. From the kitchen he came back with a chair. Planting it smack in front of the painting, he sat down on it and flashed me a look that was pure sin. 

"Come 'ere," he commanded.

I came. 

I knelt. 

I sucked.

My brother had a beautiful cock. There was no denying it. It was thick and veined and curved. It flared up at the end, a mushroom with a slit for the cum. I let his dick go deep into my throat even as I worked my tongue all over it. I wanted to show him I knew what I was doing. 

Donovan was making sharp grunting noises. Suddenly his pushed me off. "Wait," he said tightly. "Stand up and turn around. Wanna get you ready."

As soon as I did he bent me over and starting working his tongue over my hole. He was using extra saliva, I could tell, getting it nice and wet. He pushed his tongue hard against my sphincter, trying to get his spit in. He sucked a finger and pushed it in roughly. 

I moaned. 

Ready or not I needed him inside. I faced him. Putting one hand on his shoulder and positioning his cock with the other, I lowered myself till his cock was right up against my backdoor. I teased it around, letting spit and precum work its magic.

"Come on Darren," moaned Don. "Let me in. We're family."

I let him in. A push was all it took for the head of his cock to break through my sphincter and entering my anal canal. The rest went in slower because of the friction and the burning all along my rectal walls. The only thing helping was the trail of precum he was leaving inside. I was letting him fuck me dry and bareback, just like last time. I'd always played safe, even when I'd been with Colin. But there was nothing safe about fucking my brother. With Don I went all the way.

"Just like that," sighed Don in his gravelly voice. "You're so tight." By then I'd taken the whole length of his rod and was letting myself get used to it. My brother was stroking my side, getting me to relax. My cock was rock hard. We kissed. I was getting to know those lips pretty good. 

I rose slowly till just the head of his cock was inside and looked over at the painting of us. We were bringing it alive, making it happen just like we'd always wanted. We both moaned as I sat back down on his shaft. Somehow that made it easier for his cock to slide in and out, and pretty soon I was riding him faster, using the floor as leverage. From the scrape of my jaw against his neck to the slap of my ass-cheeks hitting his thighs and the cock ramming my insides, everywhere we touched it was sweaty skin on skin and nothing else. 

"Been waiting for this for a long time," whispered Don between clenched teeth.

Eventually Don put both his arms around my waist and stood up from the chair, making sure he stayed inside me as he did. Taking two steps to the sofa he lowered me till I was on my back and he was on top. My legs he put on his shoulders so he could have his way with me. As he leaned in to kiss he said meaningfully, "Now it's my turn." 

After that things went crazy. The change in position had him ramming my prostate, setting me on fire with sweet pleasure. By then his cock had loosened my sphincter enough that he could plough me hard. And he did, fucking me with long strokes and short strokes, using me good. My brother was a fucking mammal in heat, and it turned me on to think I'd made him that way.

"You're mine, you hear?" he snarled, lust and need written all over his snub-nosed face. "Mine and nobody else." His arms bulged like tree trunks, sweat pouring from his body as he bred me. "Gonna mark you this time," he grunted as he sucked my neck hard. 

At first my hands were on his ass, feeling his pelvic muscles work and using it as leverage so I could get every last millimetre of my brother in me each time he plunged inside. But pretty soon all I could think of was Don's cock drilling my hole to oblivion. Sudden I realized I was going to cum without even touching my cock.

"I'm close," I warned Don. On hearing this, he bent over and somehow took the tip of my cock into his mouth. That was it. I started cumming. Semen and sperm pumped into Don's mouth even as he kept on fucking. The orgasm blew my mind. 

I was still starry-eyed when he leaned in to kiss me, letting me taste my own salty produce. Then he arched his back and with a one more thrust he exploded inside me, sending hot wet seed into my rectum. 

So in the end we'd each put a load in each other. It turned me on knowing that the DNA in our cum couldn't have been all that different from each other. Because we were brothers. 

Brothers who'd fucked.

* * *

I woke to the feel of Donovan caressing my back. 

"Wakie wakie," murmured Don in my ear, sounding especially gravelly right then, which was a huge turn on. He nuzzled my neck with his unshaven jaw, sending good feelings all the way to my cock. The fact he was still here at all was giving me a high.

I cracked an eye open. Don was lying propped up on his side, his torso exposed, the corners of his eyes crinkling from his smile. His eyes were blue-green, just like mine. Sunshine was streaming through the blinds, painting golden stripes on his rough-hewn body. 

Fully awake now, I saw that we were in my bedroom, which meant that Don had carried me up at some point during the night. I was on my stomach, covered in my blanket. I wondered briefly if we'd left cum on the sheets but then remembered we'd cum in each other. There wouldn't be a mess.

"I'm going to shower," Don said as he got out of bed. Looking over his shoulder he grinned, "You can join me if you'd like."

Now that sounded promising, especially after I caught a glimpse of the half-rigid state of Don's cock. I shivered as I got out of bed and followed my brother into the washroom. But things started to warm up pretty fast when he put his hand on my ass and started rubbing our cocks together. He gave me a full kiss. 

"Oh man," he chuckled.

"What?"

"Look," he cocked his head at the mirror, grinning.

"You gave me a hickey!" It was a big one too.

"Told you I'd mark you," said Don in a satisfied tone.

My cock twitched.

"We're gonna have to talk about all this, Don," I said seriously.

He nodded. "Yeah, I know."

We let the water run as we took turns taking a leak. It didn't take long for us to start making out again after we hopped into the shower. Fuck he looked sexy wet. I liked how the water ran between our bodies and dripped off his stiff cock. I crouched down and started sucking.

After a couple minutes of this, I was suddenly hit with a feeling of almost painful urgency. I stood up quickly.

"What?" asked Don, concerned.

"I think your cum wants to come out," I told him through gritted teeth. 

"Oh yeah?" He shut off the water and turned me around so that my back was to him. I could feel his cock nudging against my backdoor. "Let it out," his murmured, his breath hot against my neck.

"Here?"

"Yeah. Just do it. We can use it."

He bit my earlobe.

I moaned and relaxed my sphincter. I could feel some of the load my brother had put in me trickling out, still warm from being inside me since last night. 

Don lapped it up with his cock.

"There we go. Cum as lube."

And just like that, he started pushing his cock into my ass. It was tight, but Don was right, my rectal walls were well-lubed with his cum and his cock slid in easily. It didn't hurt even when he was all the way in, though I had to brace myself with my arms on the shower wall. 

"Fuck. I'm in you again. Third time," he whispered. He started thrusting, his hands gripping just above my waist, getting his cum well distributed. The feeling was amazing and I wanted more. Pretty soon I was pushing back with each plunge, helping him shove it in harder and deeper. 

He ramped up the speed and all I could think about was how something so wrong could feel so right. I was moaning almost uncontrollably. I snuck a hand under my swinging balls to touch where his cock met my sphincter. A vulnerable spot. There was something about feeling my brother's shaft piston in and out of my anal canal and my sphincter adjusting each time the stroke changed direction that was fucking hot. This was where he ended and I started. I look over my shoulder at Don.

"You like feeling your brother's cock going in and out of you, eh?" he grunted. 

"Uh huh." I groaned.

I could tell from his face he was as into this as I was. His body glistened, and I was pretty sure it wasn't all from the water. He leaned over and starting kissing me. When he reached over and started jacking me too I knew I wouldn't last. 

Without warning Don started cumming. I could feel him filling me up till there wasn't any room and it starting to drip out. Looking down and seeing big white globs fall on the bath tub sent me over the top and I starting cumming too, spewing it onto the shower wall in spurts that made my whole body convulse. This was real sex. This was what I'd been missing all my life. It was finally starting to happen.

"You've fucked the cum out of me." I gasped when I could talk again.

"Told you I know how to do you right." Don responded, his cheek on my back, his chest still heaving. He kissed my back and let his cock slide out of my ass. 

"You still want to take a shit?" he inquired.

"No, I'm good," I said.

"I'm hungry."

"I can make pancakes."

"Awesome!"

And that's how I ended up making blueberry pancakes for my brother on a Saturday morning. I'd put on my robe, but Don just wrapped a towel around his waist. The way he'd grin and lick his lips almost drove me nuts, but somehow I managed not to burn the pancakes too much.

"Just like Mum makes them," said Don, pouring maple syrup with gusto. It gave me a warm feeling inside to think I was as good as Mom. By then we were sitting across from each other at the table so I gave his shoulder a punch.

"Where'd you get that?" Don asked, eying the open box on the table. There was a tie and shirt from Banana Republic in it.

"It's a present from Colin." I told him. When Don frowned I explained, "He'd bought it before we broke up for our anniversary but he decided he wanted me to have it anyway. He said he didn't want the hassle of returning it."


Painting Donovan Ch. 02



"He brought it yesterday?"

"Yeah. I came over to pick up the rest of his stuff. How'd you know?"

He shrugged. "I guessed. I saw his car on your driveway last night."

I gave him a look. I waited, knowing there was more.

He spread his hands, "Look... I came over last night, saw his car, and figured you guys were back together again, so I left, I wasn't going to interfere... drove around...but I came back later, figured we still had to talk."

"We're not together, Don. It's over between him and me. So is that why you gave me that crap speech last night?" 

"Ya, I guess," he admitted sheepishly. It was all starting to make sense now. "Y'know, I've hated him from the start."

"Why?" I asked.

"Donno. Guess I was jealous. Never been jealous of anyone before." He looked at me earnestly. "Darren, I... don't know where you want to go with this. You know, I've hardly slept the past week thinking about it. I mean, I was ok when it was just fantasy, but now that I've had you, I donno if I can stand you being with someone else. And I know you'd get snapped right up any day now 'cause you're fucking beautiful. You're my lil bro and I'm supposed to –"

I put one hand over his hand and the other over his mouth to shut him up. "You saying you want a committed relationship?" I asked, taunt as a bowstring. 

"I...If that's what you want too." he answered. His snub-nosed face was guileless.

I couldn't believe it. Donovan Bale, the hot jock who could have anyone he wanted, wanted me, his own flesh and blood. Not as his brother. Not even as his occasional fuck buddy, as messed up as that would be already. No, he wanted me as his partner. He wanted to wake up every morning and fuck the living daylights out of me.

Was I ready for that? 

Hell yeah!

"Let's do it!" I said.

He was incredulous. "You serious?" 

"I'll show you serious." I laughed, "You want to move in?"

"What? Here? Now?" 

Fuck he was cute.

"Yeah. It would solve a few things. I'd have someone to cover half the rent now that Colin's gone, and if we split it you'd be paying less than your place in Burnaby for sure. Think about it." My mind was going full throttle as I made my way around the table.

"But what are we going to tell people?"

Sitting on his lab now, I answered, "The truth. Or pretty close anyway. You're moving in temporarily, sleeping on the couch, till you work out the money stuff."

"You're seriously gonna make me sleep on the couch?" he asked. He was grinning though.

"Only if you're gonna drink milk straight from the milk carton." I laughed.

"Deal!"

That's when we locked lips. I don't know if it was from the maple syrup pancakes or what but it was definitely the sweetest kiss I'd ever had.

"I can't believe this," grinned Don. He stood up and smoothly lifted me off my feet and into his arms. "Come on, let's go up to your bedroom. Blueberries always make me horny. Want to do you properly this time." He kissed me again. 

As we passed by the studio he paused. "Wait, what about the painting? You know I love it but..."

I shrugged. "I'll paint it over."

"Aww, but you worked on it all week..."

"I can always do another one. Maybe something smaller. Besides, I got the real thing now." 

I grinned at my brother. "Now I can paint you anytime I want."



Painting Donovan Ch. 03



I'll let comments from you readers determine whether this instalment is an ending in itself or merely a cliff-hanger. –K

*

Six months after Donovan moved in we got a call from Mom.

The day was a sweltering hot one in July, which was uncharacteristic enough of Vancouver to warrant a heat-wave warning. With no air conditioning in our loft, we were hot, sweaty, and wanting to get naked. So we did. And once the clothes came off, it was just me and two-hundred pounds of sweaty hockey-honed meat sitting there getting horny. But not for long.

It was too hot to fuck in bed. So Don had me ride him while he lay on the hardwood floor, the camcord turned on a couple feet from us. The camcord was a new and sporadic thing. Knowing that we were creating a rare commodity was part of the turn on. Real Brothers Fucking: The Collector's Edition.

In the beginning, Donovan had been dead set against it, so it fell to me to make him see the light. I taped one of our sessions and uploaded it later onto our computer. The next day I sent him a text from work suggesting he check the clip I'd saved on the desktop but left out what it was. As luck would have it I walked in the door just as he'd bust a nut with the video still playing, cum dripping down his rock hard abs and a shit-eating grin on his face. 

We had fun that night. He'd gotten into videotaping our sessions after that, especially zooming in as his cock rammed my ass. He said he liked seeing the texture of the skin around my sphincter as it clung to his cock when he pulled out and gave way when he pushed it back in. We knew part of the turn on was because we fucked without a condom. It was a guilty pleasure, but we'd both gotten tested and we knew we were clean.

Clean, however, our floor wasn't, but on that particular hot day in July I didn't give a damn. Don's sticky ass was doing some on-the-spot blotting and it was fucking awesome.

That was when my cell rang.

"Hey Mom." I said, taking the call.

"What the fuck—" Don hissed beneath me.

"Hello Darren. What are you doing? You sound out of breath."

"I'm playing with Don," I told her, grinning. Don scowled but kept on thrusting.

"What are you two playing?"

"It's nothing, just a game we invented."

"Well, it's nice to hear you spending time with your brother, Darren."

"Uh huh," I groaned. Don wasn't being gentle. "So how are things in Lillooet?"

"Oh, the same as always." She told me something about a hairdresser and the state of the grape harvest. It was all real hard to process with my brother's cock ramming my ass. Eventually there was a pause on the other end.

"Darren?" asked my mother.

"What?"

She sighed. "Were you even listening to anything I said? Really Darren, I don't know why I even bother."

"Sorry Mom." I apologize with an effort.

"I was just asking you how you and your brother were doing."

"Oh we're doing great! You want to talk to him?"

"Well, actually Darren—"

I put the phone on the floor next to Don's ear and left it there.

If looks could kill..."Hey Mum," said Don through gritted teeth. "Wassup?"

Now I could have some real fun. While Don talked, I used one hand in front and one behind me to work my hole over his big curved cock. It was hard being quiet, knowing how bad we were being. Getting fucked by my brother with my mother on the other line wasn't easy to top.

I leaned over to suck Don's nipple, deliberately letting my teeth graze it. He yelped.

"Sorry Mum," Don apologized, glaring at me. "Darren's being an ass."

I was close to the phone just then so I heard Mom say, "You boys play nice, now."

Don said to me, "Mum wants to know if you want to go home next weekend to celebrate Ashley's birthday." 

"Sure. Sounds good," We could be going to China tomorrow for all I cared.

Don went back into the phone. "Ok we'll be there. Listen Mum, I gotta go now. Bye."

Chucking the phone across the room, he rolled on top of me. Taking both my arms by the wrists he put them over my head and held them there with an iron grip. 

"Now you're gonna get it," he growled. He pressed my shoulder down with his free hand as he slammed into my prostate. Bam bam bam! Shit, if he kept this up I was going to have burns from the hardwood. I was loving it.

"Mom said to play nice." I reminded him between gasps.

"Yup." Don had become a blur of sweat, muscle, and heat. There was no way of stopping this train now. We were going to blow each other to smithereens.

"Don't think fucking your bro... is nice... awwww!"

I came, hot wet spunk splattering all over Don's chest even as he shut me up with a kiss that was rough enough to draw blood. He came in me then too, my brother's cum pumping into my convulsing anal canal, coating it nice and thick. 



* * *

On the day before we were to leave, I hung out with JC at his place. He'd wanted company while he worked to change the kitchen sink. JC was hands-on guy and an electrician by trade. I was leaning against the counter with a beer and he was lying on his back shirtless underneath the sink when I told him we were going to Lillooet for the weekend.

"What, that dump? What for?" was his response. We'd grown up in the same town.

"Ashley's birthday." I told him.

"Now that makes even less sense." JC scooted out a little so he could look at me, his ab muscles flexing as he did. "Hard to see what's there for her."

I shrugged. It had puzzled me too. My sister's idea of a good time was twelve shots of tequila and a toilet.

"Maybe she's hoping to get your whole family high." JC grinned. "Dang, I'd hate to miss that."

JC was a good looking guy with a weird sense of humour. If you were to compare them, Don always came across as the rougher, more untrustworthy of the two, but JC was the real one to watch because he was smarter and infinitely more dangerous. Anytime there'd been funny business in Lillooet you could pretty well bet JC was behind it. Moving to Vancouver he'd developed street smarts and a lean and mean torso that screamed 'fuck me'. He had one of those chests that looked completely hairless all the way down unless you inspected closely because he was an au-naturel blond. Growing up as the only gay guys we knew in Lillooet we'd gone the whole nine yards in our exploratory phase. Gradually we'd realized our interests clashed (JC discovered he was a total bottom) and we were better off as friends. 

"Hey, I just thought of something. Since you and Don are going anyway, you think you could ask Don to pick up the toolbox I left at Mom's place last Christmas?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Why don't I just go over there myself?" I paused. "Your mom still hates me that much?"

"'Fraid so, Darren... You know how much I've tried to fix that. It's better this way, trust me." He rubbed my leg. It was rare these days for him to be affectionate. Still, he'd saved my life once, and there was no one I trusted more in the world other than maybe Don. We'd put our friendship to the test more than once, and none more so than the time he was alluding to now. 

I'd decided to come out to my family three years ago. I'd made the decision after a guy I'd been seeing threatened to out me if I broke up with him. By that point I'd already realized he was a nut case and just crazy enough to do it. For a month I stalled, waiting till I was back in Lillooet for the summer. If I was going to be outed, I wanted my family to hear from me first. 

Naturally I told JC of my intentions. He'd wanted to have the guy "taken care of", but I told him no. He'd been mad, which he never got unless he was scared. It wasn't just for me, but for himself, because he knew he'd be outed by association. We'd been too close and the town too small. 

I told Don next. I could tell it bothered him, but when I told my parents and Dad flipped out as expected, he'd stood there next to me with his arms around my shoulders. I told our half-sister Liz in Toronto and she'd been surprised. Ashley I told last. She'd simply snorted and rolled her eyes, "Finally. Was wondering how long it would take." Apparently she'd known all along. 

JC I didn't hear from until weeks later, when he showed up on my driveway. He said he'd told his mother (his father had died years ago) and apologized for being an ass. That would have been that if his mother hadn't decided on her own that I'd somehow been the one to "turn" her son. I wasn't welcome in her house anymore, and when I saw her in the grocery store days later, she'd ignored me, which hurt because she'd been like a second mother to me. 

As for the guy who'd threatened to out me, I found out a couple weeks later that he'd been hospitalized for smoke inhalation and second degree burns after the townhouse he was renting caught fire. In the ensuing investigation, a loose wire had been found to be the culprit, a common enough occurrence in houses of that age. I had my suspicions, however. When I told JC afterwards he'd shot me his dimples and murmured "funny that," with a gleam in his eye. 

I had a policy of letting sleeping dogs lie. He, on the other hand, had no such inhibitions. 

With his voice muffled beneath the sink, JC asked now, "So, who's this mysterious new guy you've been seeing for the past six months?"

I was glad he couldn't see me, otherwise he might have seen a deer caught in the headlights. I decided to temporize. "What makes you think I've been seeing someone?"

He sighed in exasperation and pushed out of the sink enough to look at me. "Come on, Darren. You know better than to try to pull this kind of shit on me. I'd known you, what, how long?" 

"What you talking about? I'm enjoying the single life."

"Bullshit. BULL SHIT. See, me and you, we're different. Me, I'm a slut. I own up. You, on the other hand, are a serial monogamist. You think I don't notice all that stuff in your room that's not yours?"

"It's Don's." It was true.

"Uh huh. Your brother leaves his underwear in your room?"

I almost panicked. I'd been so careful...Then my eyes narrowed. "There's no underwear –"

JC laughed. He actually laughed. "I know. You should have seen your face though."

Did I mention he was evil?

"The truth of the matter is, your room's been so fucking clean these days, it's obvious that you clean up before I come. You never used to do that. So that got me thinking. Why'd you go through all that trouble? The answer was obvious – you're trying to keep me from figuring out who's been hanging around. It's someone I know, isn't it?"

"So the fact that I decide to clean my room means—"

"Yup."

"Pffff. You're crazy." I folded my arms.

JC just smiled. "Alright, keep your secrets. But just so we're clear, if you ever wanna talk, no matter how crazy it is, I'm here for you, 'k?"

"Yeah." I said tightly. "I'll keep that in mind."

* * *

Lillooet was town of about a thousand people about four hours northeast of Vancouver. The fastest way to get there was to take Highway 99 through Whistler. We ended up not leaving till noon because Don had wanted to get in one more plough before we left. Resistance had been futile – he'd started talking in his coaxing tone, rubbing my crotch with his, and before I knew it I was flat on my stomach getting rimmed. 

Late in the afternoon, we drove past the Lillooet Welcome sign and the little one-way bridge where the fishing was good in the fall. A little further down was Lois's Diner where you could get fish and chips for $5.99 and a drink for another buck. Then that brought us to the Bale Market. This was the little convenience store our parents had operated since as long as I could remember. It was, unsurprisingly, closed. A hard right turn later we pulled up into the driveway of the blue one-story bungalow that I'd called home for eighteen years.

Donovan killed the engine, flashed me a wordless smile, and gave my thigh a squeeze. I watched as he lumbering out of the car and stretched, his back muscles rolling beneath his shirt. 

Damn. This wasn't going to be easy.

Dad got the door with Mom close behind.

"Well, better late than never," said Dad gruffly by way of greeting.

"Oh Nick... the boys got here safe and sound and that's all that matters," said Mom warmly.

And there you have it. Our parents. Dad stood in for Mr. Character while Mom managed Health and Safety. Don had a lot of Dad's looks – the square jaw, the hooded brown eyes, the dark hair (though Dad's was starting to grey) – but Don's personality was thankfully devoid of our father's moralizing. Mom, meanwhile, had what could be described as a full figure, though from looking at her old high school photos I knew there'd been a time when she'd been as thin as Dad. I'd inherited her pointed chin and nose, but Don and I had the same eyes.

Suddenly, two bundles of legs and arms burst into the hallway.

"Uncle Don! Uncle Don!" cried the older one, whose name was Nathan. He was five. Christie, who was three, contented herself with dragging a doll across the floor. Both gazed worshipfully up at Don.

"Heya there, squirt!" boomed Don, a broad smile on his face. Crouching down he easily lifted both kids into his arms. They giggled as he stood back up, carrying them clear off their feet. Don was good with kids, a thought that gave me an unexpected pang of sadness. He wouldn't have any if he stuck around with me.

"Darren."

"Liz." I smiled as I looked up. We hugged. At 35, my half-sister was a good ten years older than me. Liz was the "accident" that had resulted in Mom marrying another man at the tender age of nineteen. She'd never been pretty, but what she lacked for in looks she more than made up for in smarts. Liz was a lawyer, and married. Her husband hadn't come because he had to work.

"So you're the mother of these brats, eh?" I grinned.

She sighed. "So it seems. I sometimes wonder."

"They sure have grown."

"You're telling me! Nathan's gone through three pant sizes in the past year. Three!" she shook her head in disbelief. 

"It's too bad Christie's a girl. All Mom had to do was give me Don's hand-me-downs," I said ruefully. In actuality had been a bit of a turn-on to wear my brother's clothes. Maybe that's how it all started. 

"So how was Rome?" I asked Liz. I knew she'd just come back from holidaying there.

"Oh it was fabulous! You would have liked it, such a beautiful city. Oh, and you too Nick. All those Ferarri's!" Liz always referred to our father by his first name.

"You know Liz," remarked Dad, "I once thought I'd travel the world."

"Really? When was this?"

Dad turned to Mom. "How long have we been married?" he deadpanned.

"Twenty-nine years." She didn't looking at him.

"There you have it. Twenty-nine years ago."

"Nick."

"Yes dear?"

"Your fly is down."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Dad zipped up sheepishly. "Was I putting on a show?"

"No," she sniffed. "A dead bird won't fall out of its cage." 

There was an awkward silence with the score tied at one all.

"So," I chimed in, "Where's Ashley?"

Mom frowned. "I thought she was coming with you."

Don and I shook our heads.

Dad threw up his hands in exasperation, "Her birthday and she doesn't deign to show up. That girl has no sense of decency."

"I hope she isn't still on the road when the storm hits tonight," said Mom. She had a worried crease on her brow.

* * *

The storm turned out to be one whopper of a tropical depression. We finished dinner just before the electricity was cut. With still no sign of Ashley, there was nothing to do but to turn in for the night. Don and I went to our separate rooms. For about half an hour after everyone had gone to bed I listened to the pitter-patter of the rain and the drumming of distant thunder. 

Then I crept into Don's room. "Hey," I whispered, opening his door a crack.

"Hey," back came Don's gravelly reply in the darkness. I closed the door behind me. 

"Still scared of the thunder, lil' bro?" he drawled, referring to the countless times I'd coming knocking on his door in the middle of the night when we were kids. I scooted into bed and he enveloped me in his big arms.

"Not when I sleep with you."

"So why'd you stop coming?"

"I was more scared of you noticing how hard you made me."

"Hmm. You weren't the only one." Don took my hand and put it on his underwear-covered crotch. He was as hard as a rock. In an instant I was too. 

"I used to steal your underwear." I confessed.

"Fuck, really?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do with them?"

"Sniff them as I jacked off."

"Fuuuuck. That's sooo...." he growled, "...hot." He started humping my crotch.

I groaned. "Don, we can't. I don't know if I can be quiet."

Don arched his back and slid his underwear off. With it bunched up in his hand he cooed, "Open wide."

"What—" He stuffed it into my mouth. "—Mrrrrh!"

"Yah, I love you too," he chuckled softly. "Now turn over."

The full aroma of sex hit me and the last shreds of my caution morphed into cock. I turned over. I went on all four, looking at him expectantly. Maybe I even wagged my butt a little. Really, there was nothing I could do at this point. 

He slowly slid my underwear down to my knees and then left it there. "Mmm... my lil' ass," he marvelled between kisses on my butt cheeks. 

He slapped it once and said, "wait here," as he rubbed the burn in.

I looked over as he went over to the window where he'd left his pants and rummaged through his pockets. A flash of lightning caught him in profile, bringing out the contours of his body. There was the outline of his jaw, the dip of his massive trap muscles, the deep cleft in his chest, the meander of his abs, and at the end of it...his long hard cock. In his hand he held a small bottle. Lube.

Back on the bed, he knelt as he applied it to his cock and pawed some around my hole. He leaned over me and ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my head back to rumble in a low voice, "You have no idea how long I've dreamt this, you coming into my room, and we doing this." He teased his cock up and down my crack. "God have mercy," he rasped. The gag muffled my moan. There was always something about the full weight of Don on top of me that felt right. That and the heat rising between us. 

"You ready for some friction, bro?" growled Don.

"Mrrrh!" I enthused.

Achingly slowly, he slid his cock up my chute. The lube smoothed the way, making it easier than when he fucked me dry. He started thrusting. The sweet fucking sensation had me pounding the bed with my fist before long.

There was a flash of lightning followed by a thunderous boom.

"Aw don't let the thunder scare you Darren," Don grunted. "Your brother won't let anything happen... while he's fucking you."

My brother's bare cock always got adventurous when he started talking like that. He'd plow new depths and probe new niches till every pore of pleasure was tapped. One of his palms smeared sweat and lube across my chest as he rode me. Shit, I thought. Mounted and mated to my brother. But Don was the hottest guy I'd ever been with, and I knew I was his match. Why else would God make two animals like us than to have us breed each other like bunnies? With Don's underwear clenched between my teeth, his sweat dripping all over me, and my dick swinging with each slap of flesh, it all seemed to make sense. This was wholesome and good fucking. I was going to get my brother's strong seed. We were wise to mate in this place where we'd grown into men. 

Sweet. Fucking. Brother. He was going to burst my cum well soon, I could tell. All he had to do was punch his meat into my hot anal cavity a couple more times...

Suddenly, there was a bang, and some part of me distinguished it as a door and not thunder. But I was being fucked. I was close. This was more important.

"Darren?"

A female voice. Ashley. 

I was cumming, hot jets of well-fucked semen. And then Donovan was cumming too, but he was already pulling out, desperately spewing in me, on me, everywhere.



Painting Donovan Ch. 04



Alright, so I decided it was unfair to end this series on a cliffhanger. If you read this and want more, say something. 

-K

* 

"Come on, Don, get up. We're going to the lake." 

It was the morning after the storm. Donovan lay on his stomach with his face half-buried in his pillow. I gave his body a shove, but my brother was built like a brick shithouse. There was just no give. I shook him harder. A hand shot out and grabbed my ass. 

"Naw," grunted Donovan lazily. "Wanna fuck you first."

Donovan still smelled like sex. His shirt had ridden up, exposing a wedge of his backside, and the way he squeezed my ass had my dick pushing up against the crotch of my jeans in no time. I wanted to jump him bad. But it was too risky.

"You want Ashley to catch us?" I reminded him. 

Donovan swore and rolled over. Sitting up, he yawned and scratched an armpit. Then he pulled me down and French-kissed me.

* * *

Last night had been a close call. My room was just down the hall from my brother's, so between when Ashley figured out my room was empty and when she'd flung open Don's door I had just seconds to scuttle beneath the bed. Lying on the floor too scared to even breathe, all I could think of was Don's cum cooling on my skin and on the bed. Thank God the room was dark.

As my sister stood in the doorway I could just make out the outline of her shapely legs. At twenty-one and the youngest of the family, Ashley was the kind of girl that attracted boys like flies to dead meat. She looked different enough from everyone else in the family that once, when she'd been little, she'd asked if she'd been adopted. Dad had replied dryly, "Yes dear. But they gave you back." 

On the night she'd almost caught us she was a walking disaster. The rainwater dripping off her and pooling on Don's hardwood floor did nothing to alleviate the smelled of booze, cigarettes, and cheap perfume. But Donovan's priority was always family. It didn't matter that she smelled or that he was buck naked. He went to her straight away and got her out of her clothes and beneath a warm towel, mumbling reassuring words all the while. Only when he was satisfied that she was safe and dry did he start getting dressed. It took a while, but amidst her chattering teeth and broken sobs, we learned that she'd hitchhiked into town and that she was three months pregnant.

"Shit, Ashley," Donovan swore softly. Sitting together on the bed, I could see my brother's feet planted on the hardwood floor while Ashley's dangled twitchily beside him. 

"Who's the father?" he asked.

"Gone!" she sobbed. 

A confusing story ensued. At first, Ashley seemed to imply that she'd been raped, but when Don threatened violence on the perpetrator she backpedalled, saying instead she'd been involved in some kind of "misunderstanding". She'd been "sleeping" (read: wasted) at a wild house party. One of the other girls at the party had been intoxicated, and had gotten jealous about something, which then resulted in them fighting. The other girl had wrestled her to the ground ... and that was how she'd become pregnant. 

This all left Don and I scratching our heads. I had half a mind to ask Ashley what fucking a transvestite felt like because nothing in her story made sense.

Eventually Don asked, "So what you going to do now?"

"I don't know," she mumbled.

"You have to tell Mum and Dad, Ashley."

Seemingly out of the blue, she asked, "Do you remember when Darren told Dad he was gay?" Without waiting for Don's response, she leapt into a rambling story, the grist of which was, "Dad started saying those awful things, his fucking sarcastic jokes. But then you came up and put your arms around Darren and you said, 'Nobody talks to my brother that way, you fucking got that Dad?' You said it really quiet, but it was like you were total different person." She ended it by sniffling, "No one's ever stood up for me like that."

"Aww, Ashley. You know I'd do the same for you. I won't let Dad push you around," he said earnestly.

"Why?" she asked in a voice that sounded broken and vulnerable. 

"'Cause you're my sister," was his gruff reply.

For me, the exchange was raising red flags all over the place. Ashley had my dumb brother wrapped around her fingers and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. What was it that JC used to call her? He'd dated her once...

"Would you help me with my baby?" she pleaded.

"What d'you need?" offered Donovan immediately.

"Money." 

Ah... that's right; JC called her PMS, short for Poor Manipulative Slut.

"How much?" asked Donovan. 

"Just a few th—" she began, but then stopped, distracted. "Why's your bed wet?" she asked, her tone curious.

I heard Ashley inhale. I imagined her sniffing her fingers, realization dawning on her. 

Leaping off the bed as if she'd been scalded by hot water, she gasped, "Please tell me this isn't what I think it is." Suddenly, she didn't sound vulnerable at all. 

Donovan just chuckled and shifted his weight on the bed, making it creak. 

"Oh my God," she cried in outrage. "You were jacking...? I've fucking got... OH... MY... GOD! Ew Ew Ew EW!!!" 

Shrieking, she ran out the room, slamming his door behind her. I breathed a sigh of relief as my brother started laughing, a deep rumble that echoed the receding thunder.

* * *

After the tricky business of getting Donovan out the door without being fucked, we drove about fifteen minutes out of town before pulling over. With the path to the lake overgrown and still wet from the storm, I had to do a fair bit of bushwhacking, which in a way was a good thing since it meant it wasn't likely we'd be disturbed. Still, it was slow going. The bulky canvas and easel my brother was carrying for me kept getting caught in the underbrush. 

"So how'd you find this place?" asked Don, trudging up a hill behind me.

"JC and I used to come here lots," I told him. 

A little further down the trees began to thin and the lake came into view. It was a small protected cove with wooded cliffs on both sides. Standing on the sandy beach in between, I was hit with a wave of nostalgia.

Donovan looked at me thoughtfully. "So you guys used to fuck here, eh?" There was a glint in his eye.

"Jealous?" I queried, raising an eyebrow.

Donovan let out a throaty laugh. Dropping his load, he manhandled me into his arms. "You bet. He's lucky I like him. Otherwise I'd knock out a few of his teeth the next time I saw him on the ice." Licking the back of my ear, he murmured, "Nobody fucks my little brother except for me." 

I felt like vanilla ice cream melting, melting...

"I gotta set up." I said, pushing him away. "Start getting naked."

Between setting up the easel and preparing the paints, I kept an eye on my brother. For the past three months he'd been the inspiration that had kept me churning out some of the best works I'd ever done. It didn't matter that I couldn't display them publicly, let alone sell them. Painting Donovan made me happy, and not just because it usually ended in an amazing fuck. 

Sex, though, was definitely on my mind as I watched Donovan undress. The plaid shirt that he was wearing made him look like a fucking lumberjack. Each button he undid showed off a fresh patch of skin. The ridge of his collar bone was followed by the cleavage of his pectorals, from the sheen of which I could tell he'd worked up a nice sweat on the way here. His treasure trail began at his solar plexus, a narrow, dark tongue of hair that winded its way between the weave of his abs. As he shrugged off his shirt with his massive shoulders, Donovan winked and shot me a devilish grin.

We both knew this was just foreplay to some hardcore bareback fucking.

Unbuttoned his cut-off jeans, I realized he hadn't bothered with underwear. His treasure trail flared into a mat of dark, roughly-trimmed pubic hair, from the midst of which a fat, hungry beast reared its head. It was enough to make me salivate. The purple vein that ran along the length of Don's cock seemed to pulse with raw energy. It wanted to be touched. It wanted to be buried inside a hot, tight hole where it could release a torrent of baby-making sperm and semen. My sphincter clenched in yearning...

"Stop that." I said reproachfully, snapping out of the trance.

"I ain't doing nothin'," drawled Donovan, trying to look innocent but failing. His cock twitched.

"Take your shoes and socks off," I ordered. "I want you wet and in the water."

My older brother usually did what he was told when I was painting. He'd bide his time in the knowledge that he'd be in charge when we moved on to the fucking. It was part of the give-and-take that made our relationship work. Now and then I'd make him hold awkward poses just to piss him off, knowing that he'd take revenge afterwards by giving it to me nice and rough.

Donovan ambled across the short stretch of beach and wadded into the water. He swam out free-style, his long, powerful strokes propelling him into the lake in a matter of minutes. Swimming back to the beach, he sat sprawled in the breaking waves, slowly stroking his big cock. With the morning sun setting his skin and the water sparkling, it was a damn beautiful sight. 

About fifteen minutes into the session, Donovan stood up and started walking towards me.

"Hey!" I called, "I've still got five minutes on you."

But Donovan kept moving till he was standing right in front of me. With his brawny arms hanging loosely by his side while water dripped from his crude form, my brother radiated untamed masculinity. His expression was hard to read in the glare of the sun, but from the way his cock stood straight out, I was pretty sure he wanted to stick it into something.

"Look, " I started. "We can fuck after I—"

"Nope," said Donovan, shaking his head doggedly. 

Then he closed the distance between us so fast that my paintbrush brushed his skin. Moving it left a dark blue gash across his chest. It was the color I'd been outlining the lake with, but on Donovan, it looked like the marking of a primitive barbarian. My brother grunted, glanced at his chest, and then back up at me with a crooked smile. At least this barbarian seemed friendly. He gave my body a playful once-over with appreciative eyes. 

Just as I was beginning to think getting raped and pillaged might not be such a bad idea, Don's snub-nosed face suddenly lit up and he yanked the paintbrush out of my hand.

"Hey!" I protested. What was he going to do, use it to discover fire?

"Lift up your shirt," said Don.

"What? Why?" I demanded.

He waited patiently. Reluctantly, I lifted my shirt.

"Higher," he said. I lifted it higher. "Ok, hold it."

Dabbing at the pallet he started painting on my chest. The strokes felt cool and the hairs tickled as he brushed over a nipple.

"Hold still, will ya?" said Don, frowning. "It's hard enough doing straight lines on your body -- you're too fucking ripped -- without you squirming around."

I complied and Donovan resumed painting. 

Eventually he stopped and stepped back. Satisfied, he snapped a few shots with the digital camera and showed them to me. Starting just below my lifted-up shirt he'd painted the words:

TODAY I WAS FUCKED BY MY BROTHER

I couldn't take my eyes off it. In crude black font emblazon across my chest my brother had staked his claim on me. It was fucking beautiful.

"Well well well," grinned Donovan. "I guess we've got no choice now. You don't want to make a liar of yourself, do you?"

"Fucker," I shot back, sprouting a boner. 

"Yup. Brother fucker," my brother said, licking his lips, his voice thick and husky. Pulling me into him, he kissed me enthusiastically, lingering to nip at my lower lip. He smiled as he lifted my shirt the rest of the way over my head and tossed it aside. A tug of a string later, I was as naked as he was.

Getting behind me, I felt his long hard cock slid against the crack of my ass. I leaned into him. "Go on, get wet for me," he murmured, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth as we trotted into the lake. 

When the water was still just ankle deep, he told me to lie down. This close to the shoreline, the water was warm and felt amazing. My cock was a stiff meaty pillar in the waves. Don stood over me for a moment, owning me just by the way he was looking at me. 

"Fuckin' A," swore Don reverently, "I'm gonna fuck you so good, you won't know what hit you."

"Do it." I was hungry for some loving.

He knelt between my legs. "You gotta make some lube for me first, lil' bro." Running his rough hand up and down my thigh, he slowly jacked my dick with the other. Up and down, up and down, my brother was warming me up. The next thing I knew, he was straddling me, both our cocks rubbing together in unison in his big hand.

"You like that?" he rasped, a big fat grin on his face.

"Hell yeah," I breathed, watching his forearms ripple as he worked. Don leaned in and kissed me. Lickity split, he went from sucking my tongue to sucking my cock, his square jaw making a surprisingly tight seal as he coated my dick with his saliva. If my big brother had been a good cocksucker when this craziness started, he was now a pro. I felt up his thick neck and boulder-sized shoulders, liking how they powered his milking motion. And to think he was burning protein and carbs just to make me spew my seed... fucking unbelievable. 

Don knew exactly what he was doing. Each time he'd bring me to the edge, he'd scrape the underside of my cock with his teeth and pull back. Then he'd start building again. I wanted to cum bad, but I owed it to Don to deliver an extra big load, so I held back. More cum meant more lube for a longer, harder fucking.

Finally, Donovan sat up. Putting both hands over my cockhead like a benediction he said the magic words: "Cum."

And just like that, I started ejaculating, right there on the beach. Throwing my head back, I spasmed uncontrollably, soaking my brother's hands with creamy white spunk. When I finally managed to come back down, I could see the cum seeping between his fingers. He'd milked one hell of a load out of me.

"Damn," said Don, staring at it. He transferred his now cum-dripping hands to his own cock and began stroking. He closed his eyes briefly in bliss. "That's good lube, Darren." 

He shot me a look. "Get on your knees," he growled. "We're gonna fuck now like we were meant to fuck." His expression was harsh and hungry.

I put my hands and knees in the sand and arched my back like the good little bro I was. The tip of my dong, still hard, dipped into the water. Don smeared the leftover cum over my asshole. Rearing up, he brought my ass to his cock and held it there. 

"Fuckin'..." he snarled, even as he pushed in. I felt the bulb of his cock nudged open my sphincter and slide against the walls of my rectum, making intimate contact with the nerve cells there. The fit was as snug as a bug, even with the natural lube.

"We keep doing this..." he hissed. "...but you're still so fucking tight." 

I yelped as he pushed again, this time sliding all the way in. 

"That's it. Make some noise. It's just me and you now. Nobody's gonna find out."

Pulling out part way, he slammed back in shit, cum, and cock. I howled like a bitch. He'd hit my sweet spot. Somehow he always knew where it was. My brother bent over me, letting his full weight lie on top. Don liked it when I kept my back arched and my arms straight, because it showed I was strong enough to support him. For me, the position was about maximizing the body contact between us and revelling in the feeling of being mounted. So maybe we were a little fucked up, being related and all, but we weren't hurting anyone. We were just two horny animals doing a little harmless inbreeding. All Don was doing was jamming his cock into my available hole. Someone had to do it. Why not my brother?

"Shouldn't feel so good," rasped Don, panting. Thrusting. "But it does. It just fucking does." I turned to look at him and he kissed me. But he didn't let up on my ass. It was a rhythm, a beat, like the breaking of the waves on the beach, except harder, faster, hotter.

Suddenly, Donovan slipped all the way out and wordlessly flipped me on my back. Facing me now, he slid his cock back in and went back to plowing me, his plain brown eyes taking me in even as he grunted with pleasure. His eyes flickered to my chest, where he'd painted me, and he shot me a sexy grin. 

"Don?" I managed.

"Yeah?" grunted Don.

"You got more lube?"

He barked a laugh. "You ok about using mine this time?"

"C'mon," I panted between thrusts. "We can share anything."

As he leaned over to kiss me, he growled, "Hold on," and then went full throttle. Don's balls slapped against my wet ass crack even as they churned up a load. He was whipping up a big batch of 100% pure man juice just for me. My brother was an efficient cum-making machine.

"Here ya go." Straining, he slammed in deep, detonated good thick cum into my already drenched anal cavity. But he didn't stop. He didn't even slow down. He just kept on pumping, lubing up his cock inside my ass, mixing our fluids together and comingling our cum. 

"Better?" rasped Don.

"Yeah. But I want more." I took my dick in my hand and started stroking. I placed my other hand on one of his pecs so I could keep time with his heart beat.

"Greedy lil' pig, aren't ya," chuckled Don, smacking my face with a wet palm.

"You can do it Don, I know you can," I gasped, spurring him on. If he kept fucking me I knew I could come a second time.

"Just one way to find out," he gritted his teeth over the slap slap sound of a wet pelvis hitting a wet ass. For an instant, Don pulled out all the way, my sphincter making a slick sucking sound. And then he plunged back into the hot reservoir of shared seed, my body shooting up on incest-tinged pleasure. I wondered if this wasn't just a dream, if my older brother was really knock me up, right here in the open. Was that really dirty spunk spilling out of my ass? Was my brother cock really going to fuck the jizz out of me balls? Was that really love I saw in Don's eyes?

His eyes crinkled. "Close," he grated.

"Me too," I choked. Don's fucking and the thought of my brother inseminating me had me on the edge of euphoria. I was going to spurt hard any second now.

Don abruptly pushed off his knees and onto his feet, bringing my legs way over my head. Staring open-mouthed at my own swollen member, I started cumming, salty white cream spewing out the slit of my cock directly into my mouth. I sloshed and swallowed, cum going down my throat like warm butter. Don was a considerate lover. He made sure I got my protein. Somewhere between the fifth and sixth shot I felt Don's own cum hit my inner walls. My brother roared as he dumped his second load in me, replacing the old cum that had leaked out from the raw fucking with a fresh supply. Don's slick cock was buried in my ass all the way to his pubic hair, which I could see were dark but flecked with cream. He liked to plant his seed deep because it stayed in longer that way.

Don leaned in, his chest heaving, and locked our lips, tonguing the cum I hadn't swallowed yet. 

"Taste good," murmured Don easily, his cock still inside me.

"Uh huh," I sighed, tuckered out and just plain happy.

Suddenly, there was a splash. Don whipped around, both of us gripped with terror. A pair of beady eyed peered suspiciously from just above the surface of the water. 

A beaver. 

We burst out laughing. 

"Guess it's official now. We got a witness!" Hooted Don as he tackled me, sending splashes everywhere.

"What you mean official?" I asked, struggling to get the upper hand in the impromptu wrestling match.

"You've been FUCKED, bro!" he chortled. Donovan slapped my chest. The paint was an unreadable mess by now. 




Painting Donovan Ch. 04



"Now wait a sec..." I said, finally pinning him. "...that's definitely debatable."

My brother stuck a finger into my ass, making me moan. He pulled out a glob of cum and held it in front of me.

"Really?" he grinned in his gravelly voice. His cock was waking up. He stuck his cum-covered finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. It was fucking hot.

"Yeah really..." I taunted.

It took Don three more times to convince me.

* * *

By the time we got back, the trees were casting long shadows on the lawn. 

Dad stood at the doorway with his arms crossed. "And where in seven Hells were you two?" he asked.

"We went for a swim," I answered cheerfully.

Dad narrowed his eyes at my brother. "Ashley said she'd already told you everything." It was more an accusation than a question.

"Yup," said Don.

"And you didn't think to stick around while we discussed it?" Dad shook his head in disgust. Turning away, he waved in the direction of the kitchen. "Well, dinner's on the stove. The cake's all gone, but eh...it doesn't take a genius to see you cats already had your cream, as the saying goes." 



Painting Donovan Ch. 05



This one was a real bitch. Just count the number of orgasms I had to bring my guys to in the time frame of 1 1/2 pages. Ow. My hand hurts. Seriously, count them.

So...Which of my guys would you fuck? 


-K


*

Donovan's jeans were down at his ankles. I was naked with my back smeared against the door of the washroom stall, my legs wrapped around my brother's torso as Don's cock dredged my anal canal for the good feeling. He was screwing me at work.

"Three days," grunted Donovan. "Been too friggin' long." 

Yeah he could say that again. Don's pay was better with his new job at the airport but his schedule was lousy. For the past couple months he'd worked the night shift with two weekdays off, an arrangement that didn't leave a whole lot of time for us. 

The sound of footsteps warned us someone was coming in. I knew the hardest part for Don wasn't holding me up while the guy pissed and ran the water – my brother was built like a forklift – but having to stop mid-fuck with his dick buried inside me. I could tell from his clenched his jaw and the glazed look on his face he was fighting the urge to breed me.

As soon as the guy was gone, Don went back to jamming his cock in and out of my ass. I grunted in pleasure as he dragged his curved, hard shaft along my shit hole. His dick was pressing at the floodgate to three days of backlogged cum. From Don's expression, I was pretty sure he couldn't wait to let it all swim up my chute. I tightened my arms around his warm shoulders, moaning faintly.

Suddenly, Donovan slammed into my backside, crushing me against the door hard enough to make the hinges jingle. He swore as his cum surged inside, flooding all my cracks with wet seed and hot juices. That did it for my swollen cock; I started splattering white sticky stuff all over Don's chest until it was dripping between the grooves of his abs like wet paint running in the gutter. We were each other's cum-collector. The thought cracked me up.

"Shhh," murmured Don, kissing me. It was strangely tender given we'd just fucked in a dirty toilet stall. I let myself float a bit in the afterglow before my feet found the linoleum floor. Don wiped the cum off with toilet paper and we got dressed fast. We were almost regular guys again by the time we stepped out of the stall... if you didn't know about the load sloshing around inside.

"I want you to meet someone," I told him before he'd gone too far down the hall.

"Ok," he said, agreeably. Don was always agreeable after a good hard fucking.

He followed me up a flight of stairs and down another hallway until we came to a green door. I knocked. A thin old man with small slits for glasses peered out. His long nose and narrow face gave him a pinched look while a large emerald ring shimmered on his fingers.

"Oh, hello Darren," he stammered in a fluted English accent, his hand fluttering to his chest.

"How's it going Mr. Princely?" I greeted, giving him my best smile.

"Oh marvellously well!" he flushed. "What can I do for you?"

"I want to introduce you to my brother." 

Mr. Princely pushed up his glasses as my brother smiled and stuck out his hand. "Hey. I'm Donovan," he said in his gravelly voice. It had the predictable effect. Mr Princely gawked, wide eyed and blushing, before hastily shaking Don's hand. "Warren Princely... at your service," he tittered.

"He does some modelling for Mrs. McTavish," I revealed.

"Oh does he now?" he breathed as his eyes did the undressing. Everyone knew the only models Mrs. McTavish used were for nude portraits. 

We spent the next five minutes talking about his latest projects. I had Donovan meet me at the parking lot when I say him getting restless. As my brother disappeared around a corner Mr. Princely cocked his head and gave me an arched look. "I take it you didn't come here just to chit-chat."

I handed him a piece of paper. "Donovan's birthday is coming up and I wanted to get him something," I lied. 

In fact, we'd only just celebrated Don's birthday a month ago. The two of us had drank and fucked all night, on the bed, in the shower, and on the balcony at three in the morning with just our body heat to keep us warm. But Warren Princely didn't need to know that.

"Silver?" he enquired after studying the design for a moment.

I bit my lip. "Platinum," I said.

The old man whistled, "It won't be cheap, my dear. It's usually two hundred just for the labour."

It was time to throw the bait. "Yeah, about that...l was going to ask if you'd be interested in dropping by Don's next modelling shoot..."

"Darren! I'm shocked at you..." Warren Princely giggled unexpectedly. "Well, perhaps I can charge you just for the materials. Come back tomorrow and I should be able to give you an estimate."

On the drive home, Donovan asked curiously, "So what was that all about?"

"I needed a favour from Warren," I explained. "Figured your good looks might soften him up."

Donovan laughed as he squeezed my thigh, "I'm pretty sure you softened him good all on your own."

We were going on two years since the night I'd first painted my brother, and somehow it had worked out better than I could have imagined. But it hadn't been easy keeping a secret this big and it was only a matter of time before people started asking questions. We'd had to move once already. 

Lately, we'd started talking about moving again, this time to Kelowna, a pretty town in the Okanagan Valley. Donovan was sure he could get a job at the newly-expanded airport, while the city's big summer festivals made it tourist central. It was a perfect place to set up shop.

Pulling into our narrow driveway, Donovan hopped up the flight of stairs to the door while I unloaded a few things from the trunk. I was thinking about how cool it would be to open my own studio when Donovan called out from the top of the stairs.

"Darren, you need to see this."

I knew the cadence of my brother's voice well enough to know something was up. I dropped everything and leapt up the stairs two at a time. What I saw stopped me dead in my tracks. 

In front of our door was a baby in a cardboard box.

The baby was sleeping swaddled in a blanket with a note tucked into its folds. I got a sick feeling as I picked up the note and read aloud the pencil-scrawled message. "Need Help. Can't take care of him. Signed, Ashley." I was careful to keep my voice low.

Ever so carefully Donovan lifted the baby – Ashley had named him Owen – out of the box and into his arms. He was barely the size of Don's triceps. His hair was the same colour as mine. For a moment I was so mad at my sister I couldn't see straight. Fighting for control, I said, "We should get him to a hospital, get him checked out." My brother nodded mutely, eyes trained on Owen. "Get in the car, I'll drive," I told him as I dialled our parents.

"Hello?" Mom's voice came over the phone.

"It's Darren. It's about Ashley."

* * *

It was less than a month later when Don and I held our going away party. It was a big one. Over the years we'd been careful to keep our friends separate, but we figured we'd just invite everyone this once. At first we weren't sure how our friends would mesh, but with the booze flowing, the differences between straight and gay got fuzzy. By the night's end, it was all just one big gyrating mob of sweaty bodies. 

It was late in the night when I went upstairs looking to use the toilet. I found both our bedrooms locked and the sound of more than a few guys moaning inside. 

Back downstairs, I passed JC in the hallway. Lately he'd taken to buzz-cuts, giving him a blond Spartan look. Slapping me on the back, he hooted, "Best party ever!" 

"Some guys are fucking in our rooms." I said in surly tone. I really needed to pee.

JC laughed. "I know. I saw them." His eyes were bright.

"Who—"

JC ticked off a list of names.

"You're fucking kidding," I said incredulously.

He chuckled, "Go figure, eh? Half of them are my hockey buds, guy's guys to the bone." He took a swag of his beer. "Did you know Luke's been in a committed relationship for the past five years?" Smirking, JC patted a rectangular bulge in his pocket. A camera.

"You're going to blackmail him?" 

It was JC who'd started the mingling by flirting with the straight girls and luring them all into the gay side of the room. The straight guys, finding themselves devoid of pussy, had no choice but to follow. The alcohol did the rest.

JC just grinned. "Like I said, best party ever," he repeated cheekily.

I snorted, and said, "Yeah thanks... anyway, I think I'll go piss in the garden."

"If you see Phil out there, tell him I said hi," JC chirped, "Last I checked he was giving Jake head on the patio." He laughed again. "Looks like all kinds of secrets are coming out tonight."

Across the hallway, I caught Don's plain brown eyes. His smile was sexy as hell. For a moment I forgot the noise, the people, even the goddamn party, because in my mind's eye, it was my brother down on his knees with my meat in his mouth. All of a sudden I wanted this party to be over.

Three hours later, it was. After dragging the last of the boys and their clothes out of our rooms, the only ones left were Don, JC, and me. 

JC was washing the dishes.

"Dude, you don't gotta do that," I told him.

"It's no big deal," he shrugged.

"No seriously," I insisted. "It's late. Go home man. Me and Don can take care of it in the morning." I was horny as a bitch in heat, and all I wanted was to get laid. I was pretty sure Don felt the same.

JC gave me a shrewd look before wiping his hands on the dishtowel. "Alright, one more drink?"

I found JC a beer. Donovan, who'd been stacking the bottles, joined us on the sofa. JC sprawled between us. Looking first at me, and then at Don, it seemed as though he wanted to say something. He gave an amused chuckle instead and got up, camera in hand. "I want some pics of you two. Scoot closer together, will ya?"

Moving next to Don, I caught a whiff of his pheromones, and started feeling anxious.

JC snapped a few shots. "Alright, now take off your shirts," he said.

I blinked. "What?"

"Take it off." His repeated with a dimpled smile.

I forced a laugh. "Nah. Not tonight man."

His expression melted into a pleading look. "Dude, come on... It might be years before I ever see you guys again. It's not like there's anything you guys got I haven't seen before. Is one shirtless pic really that big a deal?" 

Don and I exchanged a look. My brother shrugged.

"Alright, whatever," I said, caving. Pulling my shirt over my head, I tried not to look at Don as he did the same. Shit, I was getting a semi. Not good.

"Why so serious, Darren?" drawled JC, his face hidden behind the camera. "Now, how about a kiss?"

We were on our feet in a flash. 

"Fuck you!" I reacted, now in full-blown panic mode.

Looking amused again, JC murmured, "I ain't the one you've been fucking," and his eyes slid sidelong to Don.

I couldn't breathe.

His tone was frank. "Darren, you've been throwing Bambie eyes at your brother since friggin' puberty for Christ's sake. And Don never passed as a straight to me, even when he was nailing girls left and right. I knew you guys were an item as soon as you moved in together."


"Shit," I mumbled.


"Look bud, it's cool, this thing you got going. Honestly, I think it's fucking hot," he grinned, sticking out his tongue. 

He pulled out a rumpled envelope from his pocket and tossed it at me. Inside were two plane tickets and a brochure.

"So anyway," he explained. "I figured you lovebirds could do with some quality time together. So I got you guys an all expense paid one week trip to St. Bart's. It's pretty gay-friendly as far as the Caribbean goes, so you two could be a couple in public and no one would give a fuck. I've already talked with your mom about Owen, she says it's no problem taking care of him another week. Everything's taken care of." 

I was stunned. "JC... I don't know what to say."

JC snorted. "Well, if you don't want them, just give them back and I'll probably find some fuck buddy to –" 

"Oh, shut up!" I shot at him as I tackled my best friend with a hug that held more feeling than a boatload of get-well cards.

"Waoh!" he laughed. "Watch the beer!"

I wanted to let JC know in that moment just how much I appreciated him, but for some reason all I could think to say was, "You fucker..." Lame, I know. But I knew he knew how I felt, which in the end was all that mattered.

Stepping back, I let Don have his turn. "We'll make this up to you, I swear," he promised fiercely, pulling the smaller guy into a bone-crunching hold.

"Damn right, you will," gasped JC in a half-strangled voice, his eyes dancing up a scheme. "Hell, you can start making it up to me right now."

"Yeah? How?"

JC's smile darkened and his voice went husky as he murmured, "I was serious when I said I wanted to see you guys make out."

We'd never been intimate with each other in front of someone else, but looking at my brother openly for the first time, I thought, why not? I let myself drink in his hockey-honed body, his rough-and-tumble good looks. Yeah, I'd hit that...

"Give me the camera," said Don firmly, holding out his hand to JC. Ruefully, he handed the camera over to Don who dropped it behind the sofa. 

Then my brother turned to me with a wolfish smile. "Now come 'ere," he drawled. 

Grabbing me by the nape of my neck he meshed our lips together in a bruising kiss.

"Hot damn," JC rasped.

I pushed Don onto the sofa and climbed on top of him. I was hard already and I made sure he felt it. Don slid a forearm up my back while he squeezed my ass with his hand. Arching my back to maximize skin contact, I felt his tongue leave a wet streak over my collar bone. 

Sneaking a look behind me, I saw JC sitting slack-jawed on a chair with a wet spot spreading across his tented crotch. His eyes were horn-dog bright. 

Leaning into Don, I murmured, "What say you we give him a show."

I felt my brother's approving rumble reverberate all the way to my ass. 

I knelt on the floor and started undoing Don's shiny belt buckle and then the zipper. Part of me wanted to go slow and tease my audience, but the outline of my brother's hard dick had me too horned up to wait. I pulled out his cock and slid my mouth all the way down it in one go. Don spasmed with a groan and I tasted precum.

"Holy fuck!" I heard JC swear.

That's when I started working Don for real. After two years of fucking and sucking, I knew every vein, every notch of my brother's cock. It was a natural all-beef thermostat. A little saliva and a little friction was all I needed to make his baby maker blow, but the art was in the slow burn. 

Don tangled my hair in between his fingers as I sucked, talking dirty. "Suck it Darren. Suck your big brother's cock... You've wanted it from the start, just like JC said... But you know what? I've wanted your lips around my cock from the start too...So suck it bro... Suck it just like that..."

I raked my tongue across a favourite spot just under the helm of Don's cock, making him swear, and then I let the whole thing slide out with a wet slurp. I stood up, pulled the rest of Don's clothes off, and then slid out of my own. 

By now JC was sitting stark naked jacking his cock with long, patient strokes. His body was as lean as sin and smooth except for a few special spots where the blond fuzz grew thicker. With no tattoos or blemishes on skin the colour of vanilla ice cream, you'd almost take him for a virgin if it weren't for his big-ass nipple ring and the shit-eating grin on his face.

Donovan got up and put his arms around me. Nibbling an earlobe, he whispered, "I saw you looking. I'm game if you are."

"I'm game," I whispered back, giving him a deep-tongued kiss. Shit, things were moving fast.

This time, it was Don's turn to push me onto the sofa. "Lie down," he said. When I did, Don cocked his head at JC and said, "You want to suck my little bro?"

"Hell, yeah," JC said. He spat into his hand and seconds later he was kneeling between my legs. He jacked my meat, staring at it like a prize, before swallowing it like a champ. His tongue massaged the part of my dick that was inside his mouth even as he looked up at me with cute puppy-dog eyes and dried not to choke.

"Fuck dude... " I panted, closing my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of a talented mouth on my bare cock.

"Mrrrrrrrrr..."JC started humming as he sucked, trapping my cock in the vibrations he was making. When the pitch changed higher, I opened my eyes to find my brother rimming my best friend's puckered hole. Seeing Don's big shoulders looming over JC's small, fuckable frame made me wonder for the first time in a long while what it might feel like to top. Don lips curved into a dark grin. He nudged his stubbled chin hard on JC's sphincter, making him hum a swear word and clench at the sofa.

"Yeah, he can be a jerk sometimes," I told JC. "He does that to me all the time." 

Donovan just chuckled and resumed licking, throwing in a wad of spit now and again to moisten the inside.

When JC finally took a breather, I pulled him up and kissed him. His tongue twisted in and out, improvising on the fly like a b-boy spinning on the streets. The next thing I knew, my brother was lying on top of him, and it was Don I was making out with, with JC sucking on my neck. My brother gave me a sensual tongue-grinding while he humped JC's lean muscular body. He teased his thick cock between JC's ass crack, leaving a trail of slick precum. My brother leaked lots when he got turned on.

"I want you guys to fuck me," JC said darkly, pushing back on Don's cock. "You can do me without a condom if you want. I got tested last Wednesday. I'm good if you are."

I met Don's eyes, looking for permission. I'd missed topping since Don had happened. It was time I did the breeding.

"I'm good," rasped Don with a nod and a thrust. He planted a kiss on JC's neck.

"So what you waiting for?" taunted JC, looking over his shoulder.

Don got up off the sofa and slapped JC's ass. "We'll fuck you in our room," he decided.

As we trooped up the stairs, I remembered we hadn't changed the sheets yet. The guys who'd fucked in our rooms earlier had left a mess. It turned out some of the cum hadn't even dried yet, but JC didn't seem to care. He just flopped onto his back with his hands locked behind his head, a lopsided grin on his face. 

Don tossed me the lube from the nightstand. Rubbing my stomach, he said, "You do him first."

Kissing him as a thank-you, I unstopped the lube. We'd gotten the kind that looked and felt like cum. I dripped a big milky drop on my cock and coated it with couple strokes. JC lifted his legs to give me better access as soon as I knelt on the bed. Seeing his abs flex and his glute muscles contract around his hole was fucking hot. I planted a hand on one of JC's palm-sized ass cheeks while I smeared lube around the entrance to his insides. Sticking a coated finger through his sphincter made him moan. Prodding his prostate made him curl his toes. I couldn't wait to see what sticking in the real thing would make him do. 

"Stop playing, fucker," he growled. "Fucking fuck me already. Your brother wants his turn too." 

Donovan had lain down on his side with his head propped up on a fist. Ruffling JC's hair, he said in his scratchy voice, "Sure I do. But I think you'll be wanting my lil' bro's prep work." He gripped his huge swollen cock by the base and waved it like a club for emphasis.

"Good point," said JC between gritted teeth. I was sliding in and out past the second knuckle with two fingers now.

"Don's always been bigger," I murmured as I leaned over to tug at JC's nipple ring with my tongue. "Wait till you feel it inside... I think you'll like it."




Painting Donovan Ch. 05



JC writhed, making his muscles move under his skin. Rolling into a crouch with a snarl, he propped himself with one hand and yanked my fingers away with the other. He guided my cock until the blunt head was kissing his back door. For a moment I hesitated. I was about to fuck my best friend bareback and without protection. I was going to slide into his gut raw. Did I trust him?

"Fuck, yeah," I heard Donovan whisper. And just like that my cockhead was breaking through the barrier, pushing past anal membranes, and sliding into a sweet blaze of pleasure. I heard JC gasp and go still for a moment before ramming it down with his full weight. My shaft slid deeper inside. I could feel my prick stretch his rectal walls and nudge at folds in his intestinal tract. 

Having JC's tight sphincter wrapped around my cock kicked my mating instincts into overdrive. I shoved him onto his back and started plowing him hard with my raw cock. JC was my bareback fuck buddy now. He needed to be bred good with a full load of salty fluids planted deep inside and I was going to make sure it happened. I kissed JC full in the lips as I dug at the sweet spot inside his moist hole. I liked how as soon as I slid my bare cock in I wanted to pull it out again. And when I pulled out, I wanted to slam it back in. In and out, in and out, it was the craziest contradiction but did it ever feel good. With JC's arms wrapped around my back making sweet rutting sounds, all I could think of was how I was going to get my best friend loaded on cum. 

Dripping sweat all over the place, I realized I'd forgotten what a workout pounding an ass was. All of a sudden I felt a new kind of appreciated for Don's topping skills. As if on cue, I felt something wet being smeared around my hole and then a moment later Don's cock, warm and hard, slapping against my ass cheeks. My brother was getting ready to mount me. I slowed my fucking and instinctively arched my back as he positioned the head of his fat cock. We were going to mate as a threesome.

"Ready bro?" Don rasped behind me.

"Shit, you guys gonna fuck for real now?" panted JC, wide-eyed.

"Yeah," I said.

But Don hadn't waited. He was already sliding in. I was used to the aching sensation that came with being penetrated by my brother's veined cock, but it still blew my mind how sweet it felt to be filled. It was as though part of me still didn't believe this was real and I needed Don to fuck me to remind me this wasn't some dream. Every fuck was a reawakening.

Don's first thrust drove me all the way into JC and we both moaned. It wasn't long before my brother was pounding away, deep dicking me like the experienced breeder he was. Gripping me by my waist, he threw his weight behind his dick with a grunt, and then pulled back slowly, letting my sphincter feel the drag. 

"Push back now," he commanded.

Shoving onto Don's dick meant sliding out of JC's tight hole. JC's sphincter sucked at my tool like it didn't want to let go even as I skewered myself on Don's raw cock. It was fucking intense, almost too intense. But rocking back and forth between my brother and my best friend was the only fair way to fuck. So I let JC paw at my chest like a tomcat in heat. I let Don breed me with his horse hung dick. And I let myself scream with the sweaty friction of a three-way bareback fuck. My cock and my ass were on fire. But it was too late stop. I was going to cum.

"Oh shit–" I sputtered. JC slammed his ass upward while Don hammered down and buried his face in my neck. My brother's cock punched my prostate like a fist, shooting semen out my balls, up my urethra, and out my slit. My load exploded into JC's well-fucked ass. I looked into JC's blue eyes as I dumped inside him, making sure I delivered every seed in my semen into his body.

The next thing I knew, I was on my back with JC slapping me face. "Earth to Darren," he grinned. Looking over to the side, he said, "He's back." He was sitting on his knees, his entire body glistened with sweat.

"Good," came Donovan's husky voice. "Now it's my turn."

JC got on his hands and knees as Don reared up behind him. JC lowered his head with his ass held high and stretched out like a cat. He let out a shuddering breath as Don shoved inside him.

"You're wet," croaked Don approvingly as he started fucking him. "You prepared him good Darren."

"Yeah I'm wet because of your brother's cum," JC gasped. "You're fucking me with...Holy shit...I can't believe you're fucking me with your brother's cum." He made a guttural sound as he clawed at the mattress.

I grinned. JC's cock was so hard it was throbbing almost horizontal to his stomach. It was awesome that he was getting off on our relationship. Don was now fucking him bent over with a dumbbell-lifting arm wrapped around JC's ripped torso. My brother was taller and bigger than my best friend by a foot and maybe a hundred pounds, but what struck me most was the contrast in skin tones. It was glistening bronze on sweaty white. And in between them I caught glimpses of my creamy cum. 

"So good," said Don thickly.

"Yeah," panted JC. "Fuck me like you fuck you brother, Don."

"You want my load?" Don asked, plunging into JC with fast strokes now.

"Yeah, both Bales," he quipped hoarsely. JC was the only guy I knew who could think up a joke while on the verge of an orgasm.

Don looked at me for permission. "Give it to him, bro." I said, and my brother slammed into JC's ass with a convulsion that signalled he was cumming inside. Knowing his sperm was now swimming around with mine almost got me going again. JC's lean body went stiff and he started shaking as he sprayed creamy white stuff in every direction, some of it even splattering on me. My brother had fucked the cum out of him. 

JC's legs gave out and Don rolled onto his back, his chest heaving. JC mumbled something into the mattress.

"What's that?" I yawned.

 He turned his face sideways and smiled tiredly, "You Bale Brothers sure know how to fuck."

"We got good fuck genes," grunted my brother, as he spooned JC from behind. I scooted closer. Don draped a heavy arm around me, putting JC between our zonked-out bodies. 

My thoughts turned fuzzy as the light faded to black. In my dream, Don and I were in the Garden of Eden, sitting naked under the Tree of Life petting a pale-skinned snake. We took turns biting into the Forbidden Fruit, and it seemed nothing had ever tasted sweeter.

I woke to a rocking sensation and JC's muffled noises. He was lying flat on his stomach with Don on top. My hot jock brother was giving my best friend a morning fuck. I was rock hard in an instant.

"Almost done," Don told me. His hips were pummelling JC's ass rough and hard. Don was a big powerful guy. JC, who was maybe half his size, had to be feeling the weight of all that muscle. Still, from the squelching sounds I knew his hole was at least well lubed, probably from last night's cum. And JC was one toughest bottom.

I leaned over to kiss my brother. Somehow that set him off. He groaned as he shot his load into JC.

Don only rested a moment before pulling out, his cock shiny and dripping with the baby batter. 

"All yours," he grinned. Slapping JC on the ass, he headed for the shower.

"Finish me off, Darren," said JC, his impatient tone giving away just how much he'd loved being fucked. His torso reared up like a cobra, bringing out the definition in his arms and all the intricate dimples along his back. JC was all sinew and street muscle. I ran my hand over his spiky hair, kissing down his back.

Crawling behind him, I could tell by the cum lathered around his hole he didn't need any more lube. He had three loads of it already. I lowered my hips till my cock nudged his used pucker. Touching Don's sphincter gave me goose bumps but sliding in was easy. It was loose and sopping wet all the way. When my dick had adjust to JC's internal body heat, I started working him over. I didn't try to be gentle. I didn't see the point. Don's massive meat had been inside him already. I was just following in my brother's footsteps, retracing the passage he'd explored with his own unprotected fucking. 

With my chest pressed hard against JC's back, I started ejaculating inside my buddy's fucked-out tunnel. When I'd finished feeding him my protein, I rolled onto my back thinking to rest a bit. But JC had other ideas. Straddling my head while using the headboard as support, he started jacking his cock in my face. I opened my mouth and he blasted his seed, forcing me to guzzle his semen or risk drowning. Grinning, he leaned over and cleaned my face with his tongue.

"Hot," murmured JC.

I laughed. "Yeah."

We joined Don in the showers. It was a tight fit with all three of us. 

I was soaping up my brother's back when I said to JC, "You know, you should have told us you knew earlier. We could have had so much fun."

"How'd I know you two would be so friendly?" JC said, rubbing my back. 

"You're going to visit, right?" I asked.

JC smiled and reached over to push wet hair from my forehead. "Eh, I'll visit. And we've still got the Caribbean."

"Wait, what?" Don and I exclaimed in semi-unison.

"Oh shit," he laughed. "Didn't I tell you? I'm going with you guys. It would just look too much like a honeymoon otherwise. I'll be joining you guys for the first three nights. After that, you're on your own." 

Don slapped JC gently on the cheek and growled, "You got any more surprises for us, buddy?"

JC held up both hands in a sign of surrender. "Nope, sorry, I'm tapped out of surprises." He paused before adding with a sly grin, "For now, anyway."

"Oh yeah?" said Don dangerously. "Well I still got one for you." 

Moving fast, he slammed JC against the wall and rammed his cock into his ass. JC cried out and pushed his ass back... and things went to pieces pretty quickly after that.

It wasn't till much later, while watching TV with my head on Don's lap, that we talked about what had happened. By then it was dark out and JC was long gone.

"You know," Don began. "I was a little jealous last night."

"Yeah?" I sat up straight.

"Yeah. When you were fucking him, I thought, damn, why's your cock in his ass and not mine?" He rubbed his jaw sheepishly.

"Good question," I grinned.

"And then when you were cumming inside him, I thought, fuck, I should be the one getting your load."

"Good point," I chortled.

 "It just didn't seem fair."

"Nope."

"So I was thinking..."

"Thinking is good."

"...That maybe one of these days..."

I waited.

"Ok, but no promises, ok? You've got a big dick... Wait, I don't mean...It ain't like I'm scared or some shit like that..." He laughed anxiously. "You know what I mean, right?"


Oh brother.



Painting Donovan Ch. 06



The wind was picking up by the time JC and Donovan loaded the dresser into the moving van. A gust sent Don's baseball cap skittering across the lawn and me running after it. It was late October and cooler, wetter weather was starting to prevail along the coast. The damp chill ate at the marrow in a way it never did in the interior. It wasn't something I'd miss about Vancouver.

There were still about a dozen cardboard crates of kitchenware, tools and other knickknacks that needed loading. I was halfway across the lawn with a box of something when I felt the bottom starting to give. 

"Shit—" I swore, before a hand caught and held the bottom flaps shut. 

"Easy does it," said Jake Anders as we lowered it down together. JC had brought him along to help with our move and I was suddenly glad he did. I shot him a grateful look, but he was already bending over to pick up the something that had fallen out. 

The heat crept into my cheeks as Jake wordlessly handed me the dildo. I didn't remember packing it. In fact, I was pretty sure it wasn't mine. 

"Oh look, Don!" hooted JC, pointing. "Your brother brought out his dildo!"

The middle-aged couple walking past on the sidewalk paused only long enough to gape before hurrying past. Donovan, across the driveway, looked faintly embarrassed when I looked at him. I hadn't needed a toy since my brother's fat cock had come along. 

It struck me that JC had helped with the packing earlier. Slipping a dildo into the boxes was exactly the sort of prank he'd pull. I yelled at him to shut up as he blithely went on about its size and girth. The language of imminent violence written in Don's demeanor and movements did nothing to deter him. 

"Hey JC," Jake called, placing a restraining grip on Don's shoulder. How the heck had he moved so fast? He'd been standing right next to me a second ago. "You think you could get me that roll of tape you were using earlier? We got to fix this up." 

JC made to protest, but one look at Jake and he thought better of it. He saluted cheekily instead, and sauntered into the house. 

Jake and JC's relationship had never been well defined, though theirs was clearly more than friends. This was surprising, since Jake was a thirty-something psychiatrist with the kind of average looks you wouldn't think twice about if you passed him on the street. In group settings he could be self-effacing to the point where you forgot he was even there. But then, when you did notice him, whether because he'd asked a particularly astute question or because he was assessing you with his mild, indeterminate-coloured eyes, you'd realize all of a sudden how carefully he'd been listening. Calmly reliable and perfectly unassuming, Jake seemed to know how to rein in JC's worst excesses, something none of his past lovers had ever been able to achieve. 

Kicking back with a beer on the old sofa later that evening, I made a point of asking JC about his relationship with Jake. Don was working his final shift, leaving the cleared-out house to the two of us. The sofa was pretty much the only piece of furniture we'd decided to leave behind, though even that had been a hard choice. Its busted seams were full of memories. 

When I asked about Jake, JC knit his brow and put his arms behind his head. To my surprise, his reply was devoid of his usual joshing. "I told Jake from the get go that I wasn't boyfriend material, and he said he was cool with it. But I know he wants more. And seeing you two... I think we're going to have to talk about it after I get back from the Caribbean. Might be time I settled."

"Wow," I murmured. "You? Settled?"

JC grinned, "I know. Shocking, eh?"

"You love him?"

He shrugged and sighed. "All I'm sure about is that I want to make him happy, 'cause when he's happy, I'm happy. And when we're both happy, the sex is fucking amazing." JC laughed and pulled me close. "You know what this means, right?"

"No, but I bet you're going to tell me."

"You and Don might just be my last fling."

"In that case we'd better make it a good one, eh?"

"I like it this way. Don's been my biggest fantasy since before I even knew how to touch myself. And you, well... you were my first." He ran a big toe up my leg. 

"That reminds me." I got up and took him by the hand. "Come on, I want to show you something."

Leading him down into the basement, I switched on the naked bulb and opened the locked closet I'd kept all the paintings of Don I couldn't sell. I'd moved them to my new studio in Kelowna, all except for one. I pulled it out.

"Oh wow," JC said in an awed tone of voice.

"You like it?"

"Hell yeah," he breathed. "Hey... This isn't our old watering hole in Lillooet, is it?"

"Yup." I was pleased he'd recognize it.

JC laughed. "That's so awesome! When was this?"

"The summer before last."

"Man. Look at that big hard cock, sticking out of the water like that." He licked his lips. "That face, that body, it's making me hard just looking at it." 

"The painting's yours dude," I said with a smile. 

"You fucking serious?"

"Yup. Just as long as you don't say it's mine. And if you do, I'll deny it until I die. Enrolment in Mrs. McTavish's life drawing class went through the roof as soon as Donovan started modelling, so plenty of other people have sketched him."

"My lips are sealed," he said, making the zipper motion.

I grinned. "I had to get you something for the dildo."

"Hey, I told you, it wasn't mine!"

I laughed and shook my head. "Right."

JC grinned. "Hey, maybe it's Don's."

"No way. As if he's ever bottomed. Or ever will."

He ruffled my hair. "I think he'll come around sooner than you think."

As I slid JC's painting into a cardboard casing, I reflected on the fact that my best friend wasn't the only person I'd gifted a painting of Donovan to. I'd given one to Mr. Princely, in appreciation of service rendered, though that one had been a safe-for-work version. 

As for Donovan's ring, it was snugly packed into a carry-on destined for St. Bart's.

* * *

As he'd said he would, JC departed three days after we arrived together in St. Bart's. He left on a flight to Mexico City, on a "business trip" that he hinted wasn't entirely legal or remotely safe, but not before giving us three heady days of threesomes. JC was the epitome of lightning in a bottle, a vessel supercharged by a lifetime of kinky experimentations. He taught us more in those three days than we'd contemplated in three years.

The sun was an orange ball of flame on the shimmering horizon of a Caribbean sea by the time Don and I got back to our ocean view suite. These trips into town were a thrill just because we'd let ourselves do in public the things we'd never permit ourselves back home, whether it was touching each other on the small of the back, or looking at each other in a certain way. I was standing on the balcony gazing at a sky that was an artist's dream when Donovan came up behind me dressed all in white and put a glass of red in my hand. 

Wrapping a thickly muscled arm around my waist, he said softy, "Hey you."

"Hey," I smiled at him.

"Remember the dildo you found when we were packing our stuff?"

I snorted and rolled my eyes, "How could I forget? I'll get JC back for that, I swear."

"It was mine," My brother said quietly.

I turned to stare at him. 

Running his knuckles up and done my sternum he continued sheepishly, "I bought it 'cause I was gonna have you try it on me." For some reason he couldn't quite meet my eyes. It was hard to tell if he was blushing or it was just colouring from the sunset. "But then, I thought, I didn't really want my first time to be with a piece of plastic. I wanted it to be you inside me. Just like you've let me in you... Because you're me, and I'm you. And that's that."

He met my eyes. We kissed. 

Simple. Pure.

"Wait. I got something," I told him. It was time.

I left my brother on the balcony and went to my carry-on. I came back with the box and opened it in front of him. Inside were a pair of identical platinum rings, white gold on blackened steel.

"I had Mr. Princely make these. It's got inscriptions, see, in Latin: Fortius quam fraternitas nullum est vinculum; 'There is no bond stronger than brotherhood'. I...Will you be my man?" 

My heart was beating a mile a minute, though I had no idea why. It wasn't as though I had any doubts...

"I'm your man," said Donovan softly. There was a catch in his voice. I let go of the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. And then I was blinking back something in my eye. It was probably just dust. 

We put the rings on each other's finger. The middle one.

"I love you," said Don.

"I love you," I said back.

Another kiss. This one was longer. We hugged and took full measure of the moment. We'd made a commitment to each other, though we had no witness other than the setting sun.

"Hey little brother," murmured Don after we ended the kiss.

"Mmhmm?"

"I want you to fuck me."

My heart skipped a beat. I'd waited a good long while to hear him say just that.

"Ok, big brother," I agreed solemnly, touching his face. "How do you want it? Gentle... or rough?" I slapped his ass and grinned viciously.

His brown eyes widened, "Gentle! Gentle!" he cried. "You've got a—"

"—Big dick. Yeah, I know." I kissed him, tugging at his lower lip as I withdrew. "And I'm going to make you love it. Like I love yours."

I coaxed Donovan to the plush, king-sized bed. Pushing him onto his back, I straddled him and started unbuttoning his dress shirt, one button at a time, from the bottom up. I took my time.

"Hey bro?"

"Yeah?"

"Can't we go faster?" 

I'd never seen my big brother this submissive during sex. He wasn't one to ask permission; he just took what he wanted. This could be fun.

"Sure," I agreed. "Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to tear off our clothes, flip you over like beef patty, and then rip your tight virgin ass with jackhammer strokes until you—"

A spasm of panic crossed Donovan's face. "No no no! This is good! This is good! I like it slow! Real slow! Gentle..."

I burst out laughing, and after a moment, my brother joined in. Grooves fanned out from the corners of his eyes and around his mouth. Laugh lines. Donovan was one good looking guy. And he looked his best when he was laughing.

The sun was going down fast. I got off the bed and lit some of the candles in the fancy room that must have cost JC a pretty penny. Some of the light reflected off the giant framed mirror nailed to the ceiling over the bed, giving the bed area a nice warm glow. It was one of the perks of the place.

I pulled off my tank top. Donovan sat up. I went to him and helped lift his half-buttoned shirt until the collar caught under his chin with the shirt still around his head.

"Hold it," I said, and Don went still. I lifted the collar over his jaw, just enough to leave exposed his torso, the dark of his nipples, his Adam's apple, the hair under his armpits, and the five-o'clock shadow around his mouth. They were all the components that defined my brother's masculinity save for one.

"What the fuck? I can't see," said Don's smiling mouth.

"Shaddup," I hushed and kissed him, feeling up his body and raising goosebumps on his skin as I humped his crotch. Yup, my brother was getting aroused.

He moaned and I pulled his shirt the rest of the way off, chucking it. His arms came around me. I pushed in hard with my mouth, putting him flat on his back again.

"You're getting strong lil' bro," he observed, kneading my shoulders with an appreciative eye.

I gave him a wolfish grin. "What d'you expect to happen with all that protein you've been feeding me?"

Don looked at me with hot eyes. "Maybe it's time you gave some back."

I kissed down his body until I came to his bulging crotch. Wordlessly, I undid the pant strings and tugged his shorts off. There was no underwear. A moment later I was naked too. My dick wasn't as big as Don's, or as curvy. And yet my brother was staring at mine with apprehension written clear across his face. Sheesh. It was like the guy had never seen his little brother's dick before. I had to pick up one of Don's legs and suck his big toe to snap him out of his trance.

"Mmm. I like when you do that," Don murmured, his cock twitching. I moved on to his other big toe. Then it was time for meatier stuff. 

"Let's 69," I said, and we slid into position like the practiced lovers we were. I got on top and bent forward. It was the best way to end up with both our mouths chomping on cock. 

The first trick of a good cocksucker was drenching the cock in saliva. My big brother had one heck of a long, curved shaft, so getting all that surface area coated took some doing. I liked to lick in stages, starting with the base where his dark pubes ended and his cock was thickest and working my way up. Usually by the time I got to Don's cock head, he'd be leaking precum all over. All that sweet juice for the taking.

By the time Don's cock started leaking, he was already done prepping my cock and was taking it down his throat. It was a skill my big brother had only mastered recently, after a fair bit of determination on his part, but that wasn't to say it was all selfless. Don didn't suck my cock just because it brought me pleasure; it pleased him too. 

Don was doing to my cock what he did often, which was to pull all the way out after taking it down his throat and then give it a critical, appraising look, as though it was a piece of handiwork he was crafting. He'd turn my cock this way and that, catching the light on my warm, saliva-soaked skin, making sure it was nicely coated, licking where it wasn't, making me moan with pleasure all the while. Good sucking made my cock bigger, firmer, closer to cumming, and Donovan derived satisfaction from this. 

In fact, I was the same way. We both believed a quality cock was best achieved by giving it our undivided attention. But today was a special day. I let go of Don's cock. I lifted up my brother's ass instead and began licking his crack. 

"Mmmrr!" was Donovan's muffled exclamation.

Donovan's outer sphincter was made up of little folds of sensitive skin, all radiating outwards from his hole and covered in a fine dusting of brown hair. JC had said that our asses were the most similar body part between us. I dipped my tongue into the hole, making circles around it. And then when I had it nice and moist, I blew over it.

My dick popped out of Don's mouth and he bellowed, "Uuuhh! Holy shit!"

I chuckled. It was one of the little tricks JC had taught us. When I'd asked how a total bottom like him knew so much about asses, he'd flashed me a dimpled smile and said, "Even tops like being rimmed."

I sat up, grabbed the bottle of lube on the nightstand, and moved around till I was kneeling facing him. I licked and blew his puckered hole a few more rounds, making Don do sharp intakes each time. His hands clenched the bed sheets, making his forearms bulge. Applying a good dollop of lube directly on his sweet little opening, I slowly rubbed it in with my fingers. I tried penetrating his sphincter with my index finger, but he was just too tight. His eyes were screwed shut.

"Relax, Don," I said as soothingly as I could, stroking his thigh, his stomach.

"I'm trying," he huffed.

With a finger still pressed against his hole, I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. Then I whispered in his ear, "Relax, big brother... It's not incest if it's just my finger."

That did it. I pushed and my finger slid in. Don moaned. I moved my finger around slowly, in and out. Looking for the spot. He was so friggin' tight. And then I found it.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" yelled Don, his hand grabbing my thigh. "EASY! You gotta...UUH!" 

I'd found his prostate. I was a little nub in Don's hot, velvety anal cavity. I was hardly touching it at all. I kept the pressure light, but eventually one finger became two (though I had to take off the ring first. Losing it inside Don's snug, lubricated anal cavity would have been problematic.) I stroked Don's cock once in a while, but I decided I really didn't need to. It was staying pretty hard. Bit by bit I was widening my brother for rear entry. 

The sun was long gone now, leaving just candlelight and shadow. We'd hardly noticed the passing of time, so focused we were on each other.

"You OK?" I wanted to know.

"Yeah," he managed, though it was strained. "Feels kinda good."

I grinned. It was what I wanted to hear. I withdrew my fingers, dribbled some lube on my cock and stroked it. It was pretty good lube and it had been warmed by the tropical heat.

"Shit," was all Don said, staring with brown eyes big like a moose. He licked his lips and his cock lurched. A moose in heat, apparently. 

I crawled on top of him, lifting both his heavy legs onto my shoulders. We kissed, our mouths meshing and devouring like the horndog males we were. My cock was wedged between his crack. I started sawing away, rubbing it up and down, teasing like he'd done a hundred times to me. You learned a thing or two from your older brother after you'd been fucked on a regular basis by him for a couple years.

I sat back on my hunches and said, "Flip over, bro. It's easier this way."

He turned, exposing a massive back that tapered to a narrow waist before swelling again to become a perfect ass. This clean-cut stud was about to be fucked for the first time, and I was the guy to do it. I was feeling pretty lucky. And it didn't hurt that we happened to be in love either.

I stroked that back with one hand while I used my cock to tap Don's ass with the other. I gently nudged at his opening, but he was clenched too tight. Evidently my brother needed to be sweet-talked.

"Easy there, big guy." I coaxed. "Just let it go. You're my big brother, my tough guy. It's the real thing, just like you wanted, but it's nothing you can't handle. It'll just be the tip. It's just your little brother... It ain't incest..." I started pushing. "...if it's just the tip." As soon as I said the last bit, I could feel him give and the head of my cock slide in. Just like I knew it would.

"Awwwwww!" Don yawled, his thick torso going rigid from having a cock stretch him for the first time in his life. 

I sympathized, I really did. But I wanted more of that heat, to feel more of his anal muscle sliding around my cock. So I put both hands on Don's waist and pushed in some more. I'd gone a good three inches in when Don suddenly yelped, "STOP! Pull out! Pull out! Fuckin'—" I started pulling out, but then Don hollered, "Wait! UHH...Fuckin' feel like I'm gonna shit myself... Go back—", so I reversed course and pushed back in, and this time I managed to go in deeper than before. Don yelled again, so I switched strokes again, pulling out but not all the way, nice and slow, feeling the pleasure building.

After that, either he quit making sense or I quit listening because all I knew was that I'd found a rhythm and I was breaking my brother in. I was taking my big-muscled, hockey-jock brother's virginity with every well-lubed thrust of my raw cock. Nice, clean, bareback sex. I must have been doing it for a while by the time I realized my cock was going all the way in and I'd made a tight, slick toy out of my brother's ass.

Sweat dripped off our bodies. It made the contours of Don's muscles stand out in the shifting shadows as he flexed and howled. Don's ass stayed up, which was good, made him easier to screw, though the slope of his back kept changing. Sometimes he'd be horizontal on straight arms, his fists on the bed, looking straight ahead and grunting. Other times he'd be biting the sheets. I reached around to touch him. My plowing action was making my brother's stiff dong swing at the air like a battering ram. 

I wasn't going to last long. I'd already made up my mind to cum inside my brother. It was just a question of technique. What was the best way to breed him? I wanted to make it a good load. The kind of thick, viscous load that was sure to stay in him for a long time. First impressions mattered and virgin asses had long memories. We all remember the first time our partners gave us their wet offering.




Painting Donovan Ch. 06



Donovan turned to look at me. "You like fucking me, little bro?" He lowered his head and groaned. "You're top dog tonight." He started stroking his cock. "But naw... Maybe we should stop, little bro. You shouldn't be fucking your big brother bare like this. It's wrong..." He groaned again, stroking hard and fast.

There wasn't anything right about any of this. But Donovan was mine now. His body was the body I was meant to use, his hole the hole I was meant to breed. This sweat, this smell, this heat, was all an expression of that certainty. Real sex, real love, had nothing to do with right or wrong. It was all about feeling and knowing. Like feeling his sphincter constricting, feeling his body trembling, knowing my brother was cumming, knowing I'd made him cum.

"So wrong..." gasped my brother between hoarse pants and spurts of splattering cum.

"Nah... S'alright bro," I grunted, cum surging up my balls. "It's only incest if I cum inside you." And then I was blasting it in, chugging protein into my brother's well-used rectal tunnel, exchanging salty fluids like they say we shouldn't, not between brothers. Semen and sperm went straight into his thick-muscled body, all of it, because Don was too tight for any of it to leak. Maybe one day it would. 

Donovan finally collapsed onto his stomach, ass and all, and me on top of him. My brother moaned softly as I shifted and my cock slid out. I was totally drained. Topping was too much work. Maybe I'd stick to bottoming. 

Like hell I would.

We dozed.

***

I was the first to wake up. Light pierced the venetian blinds and fell on our bodies in soft glowing bars. I reckoned it was an hour or so past dawn. Apparently I'd been drooling on my brother's shoulder. I looked down and then up at the mirror on the ceiling. JC was right. Our asses did look the same. The only difference was that Don's ass was pink and freshly fucked.

I rolled off and Don snorted awake. He looked at me with one eye open.

"Mornin," I said, yawning.

"You fucked me," he said in his gravelly voice, a hint of accusation in it.

"I did," I admitted happily. 

Don started to roll onto his back but I put a hand on his ass to stop him. "No, don't. The cum stays in longer if you lie like this."

Don grimaced. "Does it always feel this way after?"

I rubbed circles around his ass. "You get used to it."

"No way you're fucking me again. Not for a year, at least!"

I chortled, "You mean like a moratorium?"

"Yeah, bro!" he said emphatically, though I had my doubts he even knew what the word meant. My big brother was no Pulitzer Prize winner.

"If it makes you feel any better, my cock's sore too." It was true. "It wasn't meant for something that tight."

Don started playing lazily with my limp dick. I ran a finger up my brother's spine, my mind wandering in a direction I didn't want to go. But there was no putting it off and this was as good a time as any.

"Don?" I said finally.

"Yeah?"

"What are we going to do about Owen?"

Don rolled onto his back so he could look at me expectantly. "What d'you mean?"

Owen had been at the top of my mind from the day Ashley left him on our doorsteps. Donovan had wanted to take him in the very day he'd got his clean bill of health from the hospital. Dad had been resistant to the idea. But in the end Mom seemed to have prevailed on him to agree that the best course of action was for us to take Owen in and raise him as our own. There was also our half-sister Liz to factor in. With three kids under the age of five already there was no way she'd take a fourth. But until we were settled, Owen would stay with Liz, and Mom would take time off work from the Bale Market to help out. That's where Owen and Mom were now.

As for me, well, I was just scared shitless. And I'd told Don as much.

It was partly because of Owen that we decided to quit our jobs and move to Kelowna. It was a good place to raise a family, a brand new life for us. Somehow Don would have to find a job, and somehow I'd have to make it as an independent artist. Sure, I knew it was the right thing to do. The problem was that Don seemed blithely oblivious to what raising a kid entailed. It drove me nuts.

I ran my fingers through my hair. "We're getting Owen in three weeks."

Don shrugged, "So?"

"Don... We don't know the first thing about raising a kid."

Don knitted his brow, "I think we know something about love. Haven't we had this convo before?"

"I mean practical stuff! Like what to feed him, how to make him sleep, what to do when he cries, I don't know if I can handle all that!" A thought crossed my mind. "Heck, what the hell we going to do if he gets sick?"

"We take him to the doc, I guess. Isn't that what we're supposed to do when a kid gets sick?"

"Dude! It's not that simple! And what about money, huh? What the heck are we going to do about money?"

"We'll find it," he shrugged again.

"What," I laughed incredulously. "At the end of the rainbow?"

"Bro, aren't you, like, an artist? You should be Kambayaing and shit," he smiled easily, stroking my stomach.

"Fuck Don! I'm serious!" I jumped off the bed and started pacing. The more I thought about it, the more worked up I was getting. We were going to be terrible parents. Terrible, fucked-up, queer parents.

And then Donovan was holding me. "Darren. Hey," he said seriously. 

I stopped. 

He looked me in the eye. "Take a big breath. Do it," he commanded.

I breathed.

"Now," he said slowly. "We've still got a month to set up our new place. I know you've been reading baby books. And you made me watch those videos. Mom and Dad are going to bringing Owen, and then they're going to stay with us for a week. They'll teach us what we need to know. And we can always phone them or Liz after if we get questions. We've got a great family, Darren. It'll all work out. Trust me in this. Trust in us."

He kissed me sweetly, and for a moment, I believed him.

Suddenly, Don's face took on a pained expression. 

"SHIT!" he swore with feeling, turning to run. "Your cum! It's coming! It's COMING! I'm never letting you fuck me again!" he shouted before slamming the bathroom door.

***

"Aw shit, bro!" yelled Donovan. "Go for it! ...Go for it! ...Your cock feels so good! I'm gonna fuckin' CUM, AW SHIT AW SHIT!"

It was three days later -- the last night of our honeymoon on St. Bart's. We were in the missionary position and Donovan had just shot his second load of the night. I'd already cum inside him. 

Suddenly, my cell on the nightstand started playing Beethoven. It was JC. I hit the speakerphone with my cock still in my brother.

"Hey," I said, still breathing heavily. We were covered in sweat.

"Howdie folks! How y'all doing?" For some inane reason JC had acquired a southern accent. "Things are gettin' real interesting here. Listen, I need you to-" I slid out of Don and he groaned. JC's voice went hushed, his accent vanishing. "Wait, are... are you guys having sex?"

Neither of us answered right away. Don, his forearm covering his eyes, was still having minor convulsions. I let his feet down from my shoulders and sat on my hunches.

"I bred him," I said finally.

"Holy shit!" JC swore. "You can't just--" Suddenly there was a grunt, followed by static and heavy breathing. Then JC was back in a breathless voice. "Hey guys, I gotta let you go. I just came in my pants. In the middle of the street here in Mexico. Congrats on getting him to bottom, Darren. I'll catch up with you two lovebirds later, 'k?"

He hung up.

"Would you look at that," I smirked. "I just made two guys cum in under a minute. You think this means I got a future as a top?"

"Shuddup. You sucked," croaked Don.

"You came twice," I reminded him laconically.

"I said shut up! You broke the moradorium. I'm going to sleep." He closed his eyes.

"You're the one who wanted to bottom! And it's 'mora-TOR-ium'...with a--"

That's when my brother slammed a pillow into my face. Then he manhandled me into a spooning position. He was still smiling when he fell asleep. I must have drifted off soon after, because I had an awesome dream. 

But where life ended and the dream started, I couldn't say.