Brothers in Isolation
By: Kenneth Kirk
(© 2020 by the author)

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Chapter 9
 

Partying with the Family

My gorgeous brother and I spent several hours with the family on Friday afternoon.  The whole family enjoyed lunch together and then Dad went back to work, but Mom, Grandma, and the twins, Blake, and I played a long, hard-fought game of Monopoly, which Grandma won by putting hotels on Boardwalk and Park Place and owning all four railroads.  Blake was the last to go bankrupt, but Grandma was merciless in our defeat.

After Monopoly was put away, we piled into Dad’s Sierra to go to the park.  Dad stayed home alone, but the rest of us had a good time watching Cindy and Mindy play on the swings and merry-go-round under Mom’s watchful eye to enforce social distancing.  Blake and I played some frisbee and enjoyed just burning off some energy in the clean, clear air.  We all took a stroll along a tree-lined walkway by the small lake in the park and then enjoyed lemonade and Grandma’s homemade Snickerdoodle cookies at a picnic table before returning home.

Dinner was to be Blake’s favorite: Mom’s pot roast.  It was set for 7:00, so he and I went to the high school for about an hour and a half to play some tennis beforehand.  We saw a couple of guys running on the track, but only waved.

Back home, Blake commandeered the bathroom to take a long, smelly enema, which was very unusual for him.  Then we took a long shower together where we spent a few minutes gently sucking each other’s dicks and where we thoroughly washed each other’s assholes.

Dinner was a bit of a celebration with Dad offering a toast to Blake (using iced tea) and Cindy made us all tell two things about Blake we really like.  She said he is kind and listens when she has a problem and always gives good advice.  When I pointed out that was three, she told me I had to come up with three also.  Mindy said she appreciates cuddling with Blake while watching TV and that he was the “best” because he taught the twins to play tennis.  (I’d been involved in that, but this was not a time for quibbling.)  Grandma liked that he’s always willing to help out in any way he can and that he is so good-looking he is a great reflection on the family.  (I secretly agreed with her on that one!)

Dad said he could trust Blake to be responsible with things like social distancing and that he is a good student so Dad figures he will be a success in the world.  Mom said she agrees with everything that was said and that she also appreciates Blake because he sometimes sneaks up on her to give her a hug and a kiss (he’s been doing that to me lately, too!) and that he doesn’t argue with her when she has to say no to him.

I went last and agreed with Mom that everyone was right.  I could have certainly listed that I love how he sucks my dick, how deep and sexy his kisses are, how strong his cock feels in my mouth, how his cum tastes, and how amazing his tongue feels in my asshole (!); however, I thought I’d better find some PG-rated examples.  So, I mentioned that he makes me proud by being a nice and popular guy at school maybe because he is so kind and good-looking.  He winked at me.  I said I appreciate that he likes tennis as much as I do and that he’s a great tennis partner.  Lastly, I said I appreciate the fact that he is neat and clean, which is very important since we are sharing our room now. 

Cindy, God bless her, pointed out that was really four things, so I challenged her to come up with another one.  She thought for a while, looked at Mindy for inspiration, and finally blurted out, “I like the fact that Blake makes our friends Dolly and Anita get all verklempt when he’s around.”  Everybody laughed and we ended the love-fest for Blake.

The table was cleared by me and the girls while Mom put the leftovers away and Dad put the dishes in the dishwasher.  Grandma took Blake into the living room for a grandmotherly chat, which he later reported was about not being in a rush to meet a girl and fall in love.  Apparently, she admonished him, “There’s plenty of time for that after you get your degree and get yourself established in a good career.  Then you can care for your wife and kids in a good way.”

“I’d say Grandma is pretty wise,” I responded when he shared the conversation with me later.

When the kitchen was cleaned, I accompanied Mom to her room to get a stack of birthday presents for my dear bro.  I carried in the big cardboard box that contained the stuff.  With much laughter and good-natured teasing, Blake received a pair of pink socks from Cindy that were embroidered with “Sweet 16” in white scroll on the sides.  (I was going to love making him wear those in bed!)  Mindy is a bit more practical and gave him a coffee mug inscribed with “Don’t wake me up unless you bring coffee.”  Grandma gave him a lovely mauve and gray tie that is expected to go well with his gray suit.  Mom gave him a pair of pristine white Adidas sneakers, which I commented would look great with his new socks.  She also gave him a $100 gift card to Amazon with instructions to spend half for something for school next year and half for fun.  Dad produced the show-stopper, a new 5G Samsung phone to replace his 4-year-old 4G.  I gave him a tee-shirt that would hopefully fit him snugly.

Everyone laughed when I told him he would look great on the tennis courts in this shirt, his new Adidas, and his new socks.

We finished up our celebration by singing to him as he extinguished the 16 candles atop Grandma’s famous chocolate fudge cake with yellow lettering saying “Happy Birthday, Blake.”  Slices of the rich cake topped with vanilla bean ice cream were awesome.

“Boys,” Dad said.  When we turned to look at him, he said, “Grandma’s house has been left empty a few weeks now and I want to take a drive to Texarkana to check everything out.  I’d like you to go with me, so we can mow the yard and look over a couple of things.  Are you good with that?”

Blake and I exchanged a look and I spoke for us.  “Of course, Dad.  When are we going?”

“I’m thinking next weekend.”

“Great,” Blake said with a big smile.

While Mom and the girls took care of the dirty dishes, Dad gathered up the wrapping paper and other trash and Blake piled all his presents back into the box to take up to our room.  Blake filled big tumblers with iced tea for us to take upstairs.  Everyone hugged and kissed on Blake and then we said good-night and went out the patio sliders.  As we circled around the pool, I whispered, “I’ll give you your kisses later.”

“Damn right!” he whispered back. 

Private Party

He walked ahead of me up the stairs to our room atop the garage.  “Shit, Blake, your ass is looking so hot in those tennis shorts, dude.”

“Giving you any ideas?” he asked seductively.

“Not any I didn’t already have,” I retorted, which actually made me realize I have been paying more and more attention to Blake’s beautiful firm buttocks.

At the top of the stairs, he stopped and I almost ran into him.  He bent over, which pulled the white shorts very tight across his butt and gave me an even better look at his ass, to set one of the tumblers down.  “There’s something here,” he mumbled. 

“Open the door, man, so I can set the box down.”

He complied and I walked past him to put the box on the love seat.  He came in behind me to set the drinks on his nightstand.  He went back outside, giving me another butt-shot as he picked something up from the small porch.

“What is it?” I asked as he came inside and closed the door.

“Don’t know,” he said, “but it has my name on it.”

“Well, open it and see what it is.”

He laughed.  “I’m trying to.”

He pulled a rectangular box from a larger box.  As he did so, a typed note fell out.  I retrieved the note from the floor while he opened the box and pulled out …. an erect dick!

“Oh, my God!” I said as my brother laughed heartily.

A brief inspection showed this dick is a bit longer and thicker than mine.  “Fuck, buddy!”

“An apt comment,” Blake chuckled.  “What does the note say?”

I looked down at the plain page with a few words typed in the middle.  “Uhm, it says, ‘For my favorite boy from your biggest admirer.  Happy birthday!’  ‘Biggest’ is underlined.” 

“Of course, it is,” Blake giggled.  “It’s from Brent.”

“That’s an awfully big dick.”

“It’s about the size he is.”

I had a quick mental picture of the uber-macho stud Brent shoving a giant cock into my brother’s poor little hole.  “Fuck,” I said as I shook my head in disbelief.

“He knows I’m really missing his dick during this quarantine.”

“Uh, sure.”  I’d heard a couple of mentions of that during their phone calls and video sex chats.

“The note goes on with ‘Zoom you tomorrow at 2.’”

Blake kissed the fake dick and laid it on his nightstand next to our tumblers of tea.  He looked at me with glittering eyes.  “Time to give me those special kisses, dear brother, but I want us naked first.”

I grinned, “And I want to pee first.”

We took a couple of minutes to strip naked, pee, and brush our teeth.  Blake finished first.  When I returned to the bedroom, he was on his back in the middle of the bed, naked with his legs held straight up toward the ceiling and wearing his pink ‘Sweet 16’ socks.

My heartbeat raced and my dick grew an inch with one giant slug of blood.  Oh, fuck! I said to myself.

“I think you know where I want to be kissed,” he said in a sultry voice.

I practically dove onto the bed with my face aimed right at his gorgeous pink hole.

Now that I’d gotten over my squeamishness about this particular sex act, I was finding it more and more fun each time.  Having such a strong effect on Blake with only my tongue and fingers was thrilling and very, very erotic.  On this special occasion, I took lots of time with gentle licking and tongue-probing his ever-more-relaxed opening.  Inside, his sphincter was clean and smooth, soft, yet I could feel the strength in the muscle, too.  It throbbed a bit as I worked it and Blake obviously got completely into the feelings as he moaned, groaned, and thrashed about. 

After a long time, I wet my middle finger and gently pushed it into him, meeting almost no resistance as I went in one-knuckle deep, two-knuckles deep, and finally three-knuckles deep.  Each knuckle seemed to turn up the volume of his responses until, when my finger was as deep as possible, he cried out, “Oh, Curt, that feels so good!”

Soon I added my index finger, which also added to his obvious excitement.  By this time his dick was bouncing on his abs without either of us touching it.  The drool had created a nice puddle in his navel and in the grooves between his abdominals.  I had been massaging his prostate for a minute or so when he surprised me by saying, “Another finger, please.”

To wet my third finger, I had to withdraw completely to bring my hand to my mouth.  During the 10 or 12 seconds this took, Blake’s asshole stayed open while his sphincter moved in and out almost as if his hole was breathing!  Oh, fuck, that was hot!  Very carefully I inserted the fingers one at a time until with the third one, Blake exhaled noisily and cried out, “Oh, fuck!  Yes, babe.  Fuck me with your fingers!”

This very direct and somewhat nasty command made my dick throb, too.  I couldn’t believe how excited I was getting from working his ass.  I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth.  “Oh, god,” he moaned.  He only let me suck him for a minute or so, before he said, “Stop for a minute, Curt.”

I raised my eyes to meet his across his tight abs, firm pecs with their perky nipples, and his beautiful face. 

He took a deep breath.  “You remember you said you would do anything I want today?”

“Uhm, hum,” I muttered around his dick.

“What I want most of all is for you to fuck me.  With your cock.  Will you do that?”

Ohmigod!  My heart skipped a beat; I became aware of my fingers as deep in his ass as they would go, lying against his prostate, his big dick against my tongue, and my dick lurching between my legs as if it were jumping up and down in excitement.  With our eyes locked, I slowly brought my head up and let his dick drop from my lips.  It was so hard, it didn’t even hit his abs, but stood at about a 45-degree angle as it bounced above his torso.

“Are you sure you want that?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more than I want your dick in my ass right now, babe.”

Again, the direct and rather nasty words caused a major twitch in my dick.

“Okay, sure, buddy, if it’s what you want.”

“Do you want to?”

I thought for a moment but decided it was obvious that I did.  “Very much,” I said.

Blake grinned.  With one hand he reached under his pillow and rummaged around for a moment, soon pulling out a bottle of lotion and a hand towel.  He handed me the lotion and said, “Put a bunch on your fingers and stick them back into me to lube me up inside.”  I did as instructed, which I found to be a very erotic thing to do.  My dick was drooling precum down onto the sheets as my fingers smeared the lotion around the inside of his sphincter.  “Now just a bit on the outside to facilitate sliding in.”  I pulled my fingers out and noticed his asshole was throbbing and staying open as if to say ‘hurry.’  I put a smaller bit of lotion on my index finger and worked it around and into the hole.  “Very good, babe,” he cooed.  “Now, lube up your dick.”  As I put lotion all around my dick, I wondered what it would feel like to be inside him.

“Done,” I said nervously.

“Wonderful,” Blake smiled.  “I think you know what to do next.  Just put it in and wait to give me time to adjust, okay?”

I nodded and positioned myself so the tip of my penis was aimed at his twitching pink hole.  I couldn’t imagine the size of my dick going into that little round hole, but I knew from the videos we’d watched that it would, even if it seemed impossible.  I paused for a moment and thought, okay, here goes!

I leaned forward and met a moment’s resistance before Blake’s amazing ass magically opened and my dick slid in a couple of inches.  Oh, god, his insides were so smooth, so tight, and so hot!  Already this was the best feeling I’d ever had in my dick.  He gasped and I stopped, afraid I was hurting him. 

“Are you okay, babe?” I asked when I could speak.

“Yeah.  Just give me a second.”  His face showed pain, or was it just concentration?  After about 10 seconds or so, his face relaxed and he said, “Okay, come on in, deep.”

Fuck!  No one had ever been so vulnerable to me before, so, uh, open.  I couldn’t imagine how this must feel to him physically, not to mention emotionally.  To me, the emotional realization that he was giving me the absolute most intimate thing any human could give another overwhelmed me and showed me not only how much he loves me, but also how much I love him.  Damn.

I took a breath and pushed my whole body forward, slowly forcing my dick deeper and deeper into my little brother.  Oh, fuck, the warmth as it engulfed more of my shaft!  Oh, fuck, the tightness of Blake’s ass gripping my raging hard-on!  Oh, fuck, the vulnerability in the look on Blake’s face!

“Oh, Blake!” I moaned.  “You’re so incredible inside!”

“You feel so big and strong inside me, babe.  Please, fuck me gently.”

As I pulled back, I felt the suction of his ass on my dick.  “Oh!” I wailed.  When I thrust back into his welcoming warmth, I felt the delicious slide of his muscular interior as it squeezed my erection to create the most amazing friction for me. 

“Oh, god,” he groaned.

As I established a smooth rhythm for my very first fuck, the room became noisier with our regular moans, groans, and shouts of “Oh!” “Oh, god!” and “Fuck!” 

We climbed the ladder of sexual excitement in record time and I crested after only 3 or 4 minutes inside his luxurious asshole.  He knew from my increase in pounding speed and my elevated cries of ecstasy that I was nearing the end, so he grabbed his dick and jerked it furiously as I built to my inevitably intense orgasm.  I think I was able to fire off 2, maybe 3, jets of spunk into his depths before he began spewing giant shots of white-hot sperm all over himself.  We must have both cum much more than ever before because the fireworks seemed to last an unusually long time.

Finally, our balls were drained and I collapsed on his sticky belly.  This unbelievable act we shared had taken every ounce of energy from me along with all the sperm I had to give.  We lay plastered together for a long time as our breathing regulated back to near normalcy. 

When I could muster the energy, I lifted myself off him so we could look at each other.  He had a blissful and exhausted smile on his face and looked at me with such raw peace and satisfaction that I knew he had enjoyed it, too.  I felt his love in the way his eyes caressed me.

He pulled my face down for a long gentle kiss devoid of probing tongues but brimming with love nonetheless. 

When we ended the kiss, he smiled at me and observed, “You’re still hard, Curt.  Does that mean you’d like to go again?”

Without answering, I pulled out a couple of inches and then pushed back to the hilt to test my erection.  He was right.  I was still hard.

I grinned at him.  “Maybe,” I said with the question in my eyes.

“I’d love that, babe.”

“Happy birthday, sweet 16,” I said as I gave him the first thrust of my second fuck ever.

To be continued...

Posted: 12/11/2020