This is my first story here, and I have no editor, so bear with me please. Know now that this story is -gay- incest between two fictional brothers. According to Literotica, incest trumps all so please don't get upset over the two dicks after I posted this here. Again, you've been warned so if you're upset over the homosexual content, it's your fault for not reading.
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Seth stared at the iPhone screen he held above him with his right hand as the left rubbed at his aching cock. 3:36 AM, and it was his tenth time visiting the page in the past five hours. Once again, he pressed the link and was taken to a dark grey page decorated with pamphlets, pictures of piercings and tattoos. Immediately, he went to the "About the Owner" tab and saw his twenty-six year old brother, Connor. Below the picture of the pale raven were shots of Connor's pierced dick and nipples, the works of another employee at his business. Seth closed his eyes and squeezed the raging bulge in his pants. A breathy moan escaped his lips.
Connor was the black sheep of the family. While most of their cousins went into respectable jobs as medical practitioners, lawyers, businessmen, or salesmen, Connor had left to pursue a path of body modification via tattooing and piercing. He'd been thrown out at seventeen for indulging in "the music of Satan" and drug use- though that hadn't been true. He had roomed with a friend and the two managed to get a business going. And truth be told, Connor had become quite successful. But their parents didn't want to acknowledge the work he did and how "God-hating" his appearance was.
Six feet tall, relatively muscular, and owner of the two most icy blue eyes this world had seen, Connor was a catch. If he wasn't tatte'd up and the worst enemy of all metal detectors, Seth could easily see him being a top model. While his hair wasn't naturally black, the color gave him a haunting and devilish look, which drove Seth over the edge at times. Simply thinking of his intense gaze was causing Seth to undulate his hips.
Above all else, though, Seth was desperate for his brother's cock. It was a thick seven and a half inches erect, and had five horizontal piercings up the shaft and a small ring through the urethra, a prince-something. It wasn't until two years ago that he figured out he had a thing for body jewelry, and he found that out by looking at Connor's decorated dick. He semi-unconsciously licked his lower lip as he imagined Conner above him, mercilessly plowing that cock in his ass. Fuck me, big brother! The voice in his head begged.
Seth had been a week away from his eleventh birthday when Connor was booted out the door. He had never understood what was so demonic or evil about him at the time. Under that heavy metal music, dyed hair and aggressive swagger, Connor was a kind person. And right now, Seth had to believe he was the demon-infested freak as he jerked his dick wildly at the the thought of Connor fucking him without relent, grinding his teeth to keep from screaming.
It wasn't even a minute till he released and dropped the fucking phone on his face. He cried out in a mix of pain and ecstasy, and groaned shortly after. He felt a sudden panic at the thought of his parents coming to check on him, but was relieved when no steps or voice was heard. He relaxed back in his bed, trying to focus more on his throbbing orgasm rather than his throbbing face.
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9:45 AM, and Seth was out of bed. His nineteenth birthday was three days away. He looked in the long mirror hanging on his door. He wasn't as handsome as Connor, or as desirable. Five feet and ten inches with ash short brown hair and brown eyes, owner of an athletic build with a six inch and cut penis. He wasn't unattractive, but Connor was by far the more aesthetically pleasing sibling. He heard from a few girl friends in the past that he was on Ian Somerhalder's level. However, Seth had to argue that Connor was still better looking.
After throwing on a blue T-shirt and dark jeans that hugged his ass and legs a little uncomfortably, Seth left his room and went to the kitchen for a bite to eat. His parents were currently out at work and wouldn't be back till at least eight tonight. 10:15 AM. Connor was only two hours away. His heart suddenly clenched and his stomach flipped. He could see Connor if he really wanted to. It's not like he hadn't thought of it before, but he'd always been too scared. And seven and a half years was a long time to just casually stroll in and see your disowned sibling. But his heart ached and his dick quivered. Seth closed his eyes, resting his head on the refrigerator door.
He needed to see Connor.
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12:55 PM. Seth sat in his parked car, staring across the street. "Con-Man's Needle's & Ink" Connor and Matthew Manward, just a silly play on their names. Seth looked in the mirror at himself. Would Connor recognize him? Was he even updated at all by their parents or a relative? Would he find him attractive? Seth blushed. He had no clue what way Connor swung, and if he'd even consider having sex with a family member, especially Seth himself.
No. He couldn't think about this. His dick was hardening and above all else, he just needed to re-establish a connection with his only sibling. He had to wonder if Connor felt alone. Suddenly, it was his heart fucking with him rather than his cock. Seth looked at the shop again before getting out of his car and making his way to the door.
When he entered, Seth was hit with the smell of pumpkin and heard a hard rock song playing at a soft volume. The room was black and endlessly decorated with pictures of tattoos. The name of the artist was on a plaque below each picture, and half of them were by Connor Wells. Seth was taken aback with how beautiful and colorful they were. He'd seen a few on the website, but he typically only went to gaze at his brother.
"Excuse me?" A woman's voice asked. Seth turned around and was met with a poofy pink head, looking down past it and seeing a short and skinny young woman with a handful of piercings on her face. He recognized her, she had a picture on the website. But her hair had been straight and pure white. "Need something?" She asked.
"Oh... Uh, is Connor here?" She cocked her head. "He uh, well... I'm not the type to come here, I know," Seth knew he looked like something of a jock; he was involved with sports and all. "but it's important." She looked at him hard and her eyes suddenly seemed to light up.
"You're his little brother, aren't you?" She smiled. Connor talked about him? "You look quite a bit like him! I mean, you're a bit cuter, in that teenage boy way, but I can totally see it." Seth blushed. "Just sit out here a minute, kay? He's almost finished with a client. I'll go back and tell him." And with that, she left with a bounce in her step.
Seth sat down in a nearby seat and waited. His heart was thumping and his mind raced. What was Connor going to say? Was he going to be pissed because Seth never came to see him before? Disinterested? Would he reject him? Seth sat with his thoughts for over ten minutes. What would Connor say? If his parents found out, what would they do? Actually, that worried him less than Connor's reaction.
He jumped up when he heard voices.
