Between the Brothers

**This is an old story that I once published on another site. Figured I'd share it here. This story contains themes of incest, infidelity, family secrets, and more. Reader Discretion is advised. ENJOY!**

CHAPTER 1: BROTHER'S HURRICANE

It was a warm August day in Boston. I was jogging through the Boston Common, minding my own business. I wasn't looking for anything or anyone. However, the second he ran by me, I had to turn my head and let my eyes follow him. He was medium height and stocky.

He was wearing a pair of Hoochie Daddy shorts. They fitted him nice and tight. His thighs were thick, and his legs had specks of dark hair on them. He was shirtless, and his chest and abs were nicely developed. He had a dark trail of hair going from his belly button and down into his shorts.

His nipples were small and pink, his eyes were deep green, and his dark hair was buzzed low. He had thick eyebrows and a round, pale face. He had no facial hair but semi-full pink lips. As he ran, I could see his cock swinging in his shorts.

We made eye contact as he ran past one another. Our eyes lingered, and my head turned. I watched him run, and he had such a fat round ass. It bounced like a basketball on the court. He turned and looked back at me. I was staring hard.

I was so lost in watching him that I failed to hear the cyclist. The next thing I knew, I was on my back. I had been hit by a dirt bike. The hot guy ran over and checked us both out. The cyclist was pissed, of course. The guy was sweet and introduced himself as Ryan Young. He was 20 years old and was about to start his first year at MIT. I introduced myself as Marcus Brown. I'm in my second year at MIT.

"Well, Marcus, you really should be paying more attention to where you're going," he said playfully, with a thick Midwestern accent.

I laughed, "If only people would wear appropriate clothing outside."

He licked his lips, "Makes it easier for people to determine if they want what's underneath."

"And if they know they want it...then what," I asked.

He stared into my eyes, "They take my hand and lead me out the park and go fuck my brains out,"

The outside world quickly vanished. It was just him and I. We lost ourselves in each other's eyes. My dick throbbed in my underwear. There was this quietness that I found in his eyes. It drew me in. He felt it as well. I could tell by the way he looked into my eyes. He was searching my world, looking for peace and safety. This was bound to be more than a casual hook-up. This was going to be magic.

The second we entered my apartment, we began making out. Our lips attacked one another. We gave each other soft kisses. Before I knew it, we were shirtless. I ran my hand down his smooth back. My fingers ran across the front of his shorts. His cock felt thick I couldn't wait to get my hands on it.

I lowered his shorts, and his cock sprung free. He was fully erect. His cock was about 8 1/2 inches of cut meat. It was thick and surrounded by a bush of dark hairs. I continued to kiss him as I slowly stroked his member. I could feel his heartbeat in his cock. I could take his pulse with the way the blood was pumping and flowing into his member.

He pulled my shorts down and ran a finger across my tight hole. He made my body shiver just a little bit. His finger pressed against my entrance without penetrating me. He just teased me over and over again. It felt so good. We barely knew each other, but he already knew just where to touch me and make me squirm.

I bent down and took his cock into my mouth. I was hit with a musky, manly scent.

His cock tasted like the great outdoors. He moaned, and I took him deeper into my mouth. He ran his fingers through my low-cut, faded hair. His flavor exploded in my mouth. I could taste all the flavors of his rainbow.

He slapped his thick cock on the side of my face. I stood up, and we kissed once more. His tongue entered my mouth and rolled around with mine. Then he got down on his knees and took my throbbing erection into his mouth. I let out a soft whimper. His sweet mouth looked good with my dark chocolate cock in it. Like a chocolate bar, I melted in his mouth.

He kissed the head of my cock several times before taking the head and shaft down his throat. He worked my cock with both his mouth and hand at the same time. He choked on my cock repeatedly, and it felt amazing. I ran my fingers through his dark hair as he continued to nurse my swollen member.

"Oh fuck. That feels so good, Ryan," I moaned.

My cock felt like it grew longer in his mouth. That's just how good his oral skills were. He teased my dick and loved it with his mouth. The entire time he kept stroking his cock as he serviced mine. He deep-throated me, and I nearly passed out. His skills were good. No, they were better than good. They were perfect.

I dropped to my knees and took his pretty white cock back into my mouth. I grabbed hold of his fat round balls and massaged them as I moved my lips and tongue around his dick. I forced every inch of his thickness down my throat. I wanted to gag and choke all over his cock. His dick deserved to be worshipped.

"Fuck yea. Suck me just like that," he groaned. "Your mouth is amazing."

I planted kisses on the head of his cock and then licked the shaft. I licked the underside of his cock and then licked his taint. His legs shook a little. I took his dick deep into my mouth. My jaw puffed out, and I held his cock there as I coated it with my saliva.

"Oh my God," he moaned.

I laid back on the edge of the bed and lifted my legs. He admired my tight hole with this lustful gaze. Saliva dripped from his mouth. That passion in his eyes made my dick harder. I made my rosebud wink at him. He smiled like a man drunk with desire. His cock started to change colors. The head of his gland turned bright red, and the shaft began to change color as well.

"That's so sexy," I whispered.

"It's all because of you," he uttered in disbelief. I assumed no one had ever turned him as much as me.

"I want you to fuck me," I told him.

He placed the head of his cock on my hole and then slowly pushed. The head of his member broke through, and the first few inches of his shaft slipped into me. I let out a loud groan of approval. I could feel the veins in his shaft brush against my tight walls. The ring around my anus snapped and sealed his cock inside of me.

The rest of his shaft slid inside of me, and then he began to fuck me. He started out moving slowly and then worked himself up to a moderate pace. His cock drove deep into me. Each time he bottomed out, he would slap my ass cheeks. He moved a little faster, forcing deeper moans to escape my mouth.

Ten minutes later, I was on my knees, and his cock was sliding back into my tight anus. He worked his hips to deliver deep and slow thrust into my ass. His heavy hands spread my cheeks, and he fucked me deep. I looked back at him, and he kissed me. My ass felt wet. He fucked me harder and deeper.

"You're so fucking tight. My cock feels so amazing in you," he cried.

He slapped my cheeks with each thrust he gave me. He pounded me like a jackrabbit. He went hard and fast in my ass. I begged him to pound me. I wanted what he had to offer. His cock felt good, sliding in and out of me. His balls smacked against my bouncing ass cheeks. He went deeper inside of me, and then he held it there. The muscles in my ass flexed around his penis.

"Fuck, your ass is eating my cock so good," he moaned. "How are you doing that?"

He pulled out of me, and we shared a kiss. I pushed him on the bed and rolled him onto his stomach. I had the perfect view of his round, thick, fat ass. Those globes were smooth as a baby's ass. I shook them violently. With each shake, I got a little glimpse of his pretty pink pussy. I had to have a taste.

I buried my face in his ass. I sucked his pretty hole into my mouth and wouldn't let it go. His ass was so good. I couldn't stop tongue fucking him. The slurping, chewing, and spitting should have grossed me out. No, it was beautiful as fuck. The shape and curve of his ass and the taste of his insides. It was beyond me. I could have died inside of him.

"Oh fuck," he yelled.

I gripped his cheeks and massaged them as my tongue slid inside his hot tunnel. I wagged my tongue like a dog drinking water. I kissed his puckered anus and sucked his swollen cheeks. The more he moaned, the more I ate him out.

"Fuck me, Marcus. Give me your big cock," he pleaded. "I need it bad."

I smiled and then straddled the back of his thighs. I spread his cheeks and slapped his hole with my dick. My heavy cock rested deep in the wedge between his cheeks. I slid my cock back and forth across his hungry little hole. The teasing of his ring was agonizingly slow. It was torture in the most exquisite way.

"Put it me," he begged.

I chuckled, "Begging looks so sexy on you."

His body twitched under me. He wanted it badly, and I wanted to give it to him badly. After what felt like forever, I slowly pushed my swollen member inside his tight ass. His insides were on fire. I had never felt anything quite like it before. His ring opened and let me in. He let out a low whimper, and I kept sliding it inside of him. Finally, I was balls deep inside of his sweet ass.

I started to work my hips and fuck him deep and fast. His hole felt so tight around my erection. He used his ass muscles to suck me in, and I plowed him hard. His pale cheeks bounced each time my pelvis slammed into him.

"Fuck you're so tight, babe," I said.

"Fuck me good," he begged.

I wanted to honor his request. I moved faster, and my cock reached new depths inside of his anus. His ass bounced, and I slowed down and moved my hips in a circular motion. I pulled almost all the way out and then slammed back inside of him. I repeated the motion again. Each time I felt my cock drive a little deeper in him.

I rolled him on his back and spread his legs wide. I drove my cock in and out of his wet hole. He stroked his fat dick as I fucked him. His thick thighs trapped me between his legs. I drove harder and faster in and out of him. His hole ate my penis like a hungry animal.

"You're so fuckin' tight," I moaned.

As I fucked him deeper, he stroked his cock. He screamed he was about to cum, and he did. His dick swelled and erupted. Cum splattered across his chest, face, and in his mouth. It was so hot. It sent me deep over the edge. He wanted it on his face. I pulled out and sat on his chest, and my cock erupted. I covered his face in my cum.

NINE MONTHS LATER

Ryan and I became a couple immediately following our hook-up that day. He was such a sweet and loving guy. He had come out to his parents right before he graduated high school, and from what he told me, they seemed like very understanding people.

They had a ranch out in Wyoming. Ryan invited me to come out there for the summer. He wanted me to meet his family. Part of me didn't want to go. I was a city boy. I was not someone who did the whole nature thing.

I promised Ryan I would come after Memorial Day weekend. It was not the journey I was expecting. His family's ranch was in La Grange, WY. My flight landed in Denver, CO.

I had to rent a car and drive two hours to La Grange. It was already dark out. My flight had been delayed for several hours. I was beyond cranky and needed a drink to take the edge off. I found this dive bar right on the edge of Wyoming and Colorado.

I walked in and ordered a drink. The place was pretty chill for the most part. There was hardly anyone there. I was on my third shot when this guy walked in. He was tall and fucking gorgeous.

He had a head full of dark wavy hair, dark green eyes, thick dark eyebrows, and a long, narrow face. Where there would normally be a mustache was a stubble. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his arms and chest. I could tell he had a body on him. His blue jeans were tight. He had some nice thighs and a little bit of ass. Regardless he was hot as fuck.

He took a seat next to me at the bar. He ordered a drink, and I could hear a thick country Mid-Western accent. Everything about him made my dick jump. I was thinking about all the nasty things I would let this guy do to me. It was crazy because I had a boyfriend waiting for me. Ryan was my world, and there was nothing I wouldn't do for him.

He glanced over at me with heavy eyes, "You not from round these parts, are you?"

"I don't want any trouble, dude," I said, knowing I was out of my depths there.

"Just makin' an observation. No trouble," he said casually.

"Hurricane" by Luke Combs began playing. He jumped up from the bar and started belting the song out. With every word he sang, he stared at me. He was singing the song to me. I'd never been hit on quite like that before. I had to admit this guy was charismatic with a bad-boy vibe. Who doesn't love a bad boy, though? I'll be the first to admit that his bad-boy edge was a turn-on.

The way he was moving was erotic. The entire situation was surreal. I was in a dimly lit bar with a hot guy singing to me. He was looking at me like I was about to get the fucking of my young life. He had my undivided attention, and he fucking knew it. The more I watched him, the more I started to want him to do bad things to me. My dick began to jump and twitch in my pants. I had to hop up from the bar. I quickly made my way to the restroom. I needed some cold water on my face ASAP.

I should have known he wouldn't be far behind. He strolled right in and we made eye contact through the mirror. He slowly walked to the urinal. His ass moved as smooth as his feet. I watched him carefully through the glass. The sound of his pissing flowing into the urinal turned me on. It made me feel a little nasty inside, but I liked it.

When he was done, he walked over and washed his hands beside me. We didn't say anything. We just kept staring at each other through the mirror. I knew I had to get out of there fast. I quickly headed for the door. I was almost gone, but he was fast. He grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pressed me up against the dirty wall of the restroom.

"Let go of me, you fucker," I struggled to break free of his Thor-like grip.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya," his thick mid-west accent flowed out like honey.

I stopped struggling. The heat from his body swallowed me. I could hear my heartbeat ringing in my ears. I could feel myself fading and melting away under his touch. He was a cocky son of a bitch. He knew it, and he seemed to thrive in it. He narrowed his eyes and licked his lips seductively at me.

"I know you're not from around here. I would have had you on my cock a long time ago," he said matter-of-factly.

I sighed, "I'm not that easy."

"I. Think. You. Are." He leaned in closer with each word he spoke. Our lips were just a couple of inches apart.

I could feel his warm breath on my face. His stomach and chest were against mine. Our privates were ready to touch. Part of me wanted to kiss him. I wanted to let him have me. He was tall, dark, mysterious, and clearly a bad boy. I had a type, and this cocky bastard was definitely it.

He leaned in and was about to seal the deal. I thought about Ryan, and I ducked. He kissed the wall. He reached for me again, but I made it out of the restroom. It was time to get on the road.

I made it to Ryan's family's ranch. It was on a few acres of land. I couldn't really appreciate it because it was dark out. Ryan must have heard my car pull up. He quickly greeted me at the door with a kiss. I kicked myself for almost ruining my relationship.

He took me into the house and introduced me to his parents, sister, and middle brother. I was explaining my background when the front door opened, and the guy from the bar walked in. I nearly died. He was the last person I would have expected to see. Ryan's parents and his sister ran to greet and hug the guy.

Ryan whispered, "That's my older brother, Cameron."

Cameron spotted me, and instead of looking shocked or surprised, he gave me this naughty smirk. Fuck my life! This was going to be one long ass summer!

TO BE CONTINUED

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