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I couldn't recall the last time I'd seen him, or even the last time he'd called home. My folks seemed concerned about him coming back to visit, though I wasn't sure why other than knowing that my brother Jack was the black sheep of the family. A week shy of my eighteenth birthday, I was the "baby" of the family, with Jack being the oldest at 33. The three girls followed bing-bang-boom a year each right after Jack and I always felt like I was an "accident". It had some advantages though because by the time I needed to have tennis lessons and new clothes and a car, the folks were much better able to swing it financially. All three of my sisters live right here in town still, but Jack moved out to Colorado without ever finishing high school. My mom says he decided to drop out, but dad admitted to me once that he'd been kicked out for good after numerous three or five or ten day suspensions through out his high school career. I never learned what got him expelled but it must've been pretty serious. Jack's financial situation was abysmal, the result of his wife (ex-wife now) doing everything she could to get what she could out of their 10-year marriage. Oddly enough, I heard my parents talking to her on the phone last week and they admitted to her that she'd lasted much longer than they expected. Then they made some odd comment about having her let them know if she needed anything for the kids, that they weren't about to give to one grandchild more than to another. On the day he was expected in I asked mom and dad if I could go to the airport with them to meet Jack. "No that's not a good idea....um...well...uh...we need to talk to your....your brother alone before he comes here" mom said, and I couldn't recall a time she'd ever appeared quite so nervous before then. I was asked politely (but firmly) to wait there at the house for them. They'd been gone only a little while when the phone rang and I picked it up. "Hello, hey is that you Dillon?" I heard an unfamiliar voice ask, and I indicated that it was. "Hey buddy, this here is Jack. Can you come get me?" I explained that mom and dad had just left for the airport and would probably be there in about 45 minutes. "Gee, did your flight get in early?" I asked, and he laughed a hearty, deep laugh. "Shit no, I didn't bother to use the ticket they sent me. Hell, I cashed it in and lost most of it at a crap game that very night. What I managed to keep I blew on drinks to get this hot bitch back to her place. The real pisser is that she said she'd have asked me home even without me springing for the drinks". I could hardly believe that he was saying this! I'm sure I was blushing into the phone. Strangely though, I felt my cock begin to stiffen at the idea of what he was telling me. "So where are you?" I finally asked and he said he was at the truck stop right along the Interstate just a few minutes from the house. "How about you come pick me up Dillon, and then we'll surprise the folks with a page at the airport". "Yeah, sure....uh....okay yeah" I said, thinking to myself that he was damned lucky I hadn't gone to meet him with mom and dad. It took me about fifteen minutes to get there and I pulled up to the gas pumps in front wondering how I was going to know who he was. Turned out I didn't need to because he was right out there waiting for me, carrying only a big duffel bag with all his remaining possessions inside. As I got closer to him I realized I was a little surprised at how he was dressed. He wore a tank top that was bright yellow, and a pair of really tight, really short cut-off jeans that looked as if they could rip out at any moment. Work boots (with no socks) completed the dress. As I got within focusing distance of him I could see the outline of a couple of really big tattoos on his upper arms and shoulders, but even more noticeable that was the thick coating of brown hair that covered every exposed bit of his body. The tank top did little to hide much, and the shorts were so short that I could almost see some of his butt. "Jesus!" I said aloud to myself in the car, mostly just to calm myself down. I wasn't about to admit it, of course, but the sight of this furry bear-brother of mine was really turning me on. I pulled over next to him and climbed out of the car. "Dillon, is that you?" he said, adding that I'd changed a lot since he last saw me. (Yeah, no shit! Sixteen years is a long time to not see your little brother). I held out my hand to him and he instead put his arms out and pulled me close to him. I could smell booze and cigarettes on him, but the overwhelming sensation I remember from our reunion was the feel of his hairy body against me as he hugged me. I pulled away before he could notice I was beginning to throw a rod. The folks were really angry about him not using the ticket they sent until he told them that he'd cashed it in and given the money to his kids before he left. I knew better, but didn't say anything. Mom chastised him for hitch- hiking all the way from Colorado, insisting that some harm may have come to him. "Relax ma, I'm a big boy.....all grown up!" he said, and I couldn't help but wish I was that grown up. Hell, I was so fucking jealous of his hot and hairy body that I could hardly control myself. That night I hardly slept a wink, just thinking about him being in the room right next to mine, separated only by that bathroom that could be accessed from either side. I must've beat off five or six times before I finally dropped off to sleep. Even then I dreamed of him, a dream in which he and this big trucker guy did things in the cab of the truck like what I read in that magazine I'd pulled out of the dumpster behind the restaurant where I worked. The guys in that magazine were pretty hot, but not one of them could compare to my brother Jack. I was out of control about him, regardless of how wrong I told myself it was to be having thoughts like I was having about him. The next several days were torture for me. It seemed like Jack never wore a shirt, and if he did it was one of those sexy tank tops or one that was unbuttoned all the way down or else ripped down the front to expose plenty of his ruggedly hairy body. He'd show up in the kitchen mid-morning wearing nothing but a pair of loose- fitting running shorts and I could see him bouncing up and down beneath them. From the looks of it he was hung at least as well (and perhaps even better) than me. Jealous as I was of his hairiness, I knew I was the most endowed kid in my graduating class, with a full 10 inches of cock dangling between my legs. My nickname in gym class was "Trigger" because the coach one day made some crack about me being hung like a horse. He didn't know I heard him but I had. I spent the next week simultaneously trying to avoid contact with Jack and wanting to be around him constantly. He didn't seem to have any inclination toward getting a job, but he was doing lots of things around the house and the yard, all things that allowed him to strip down to almost nothing and drive me absolutely crazy at the sight of him. It was day of my 18th birthday and our folks had a dinner meeting to go to out of town. They'd made plans months earlier to have a big party for me on the weekend but had made arrangements long before to just spend the night at the hotel where the meeting was so they wouldn't have to drive back late. "So it's just the two of us for dinner tonight huh?" he said, and I suggested that we order pizza. "Oh I dunno, that's okay, or we could get some raw oysters and asparagus and strawberries with cream" he said, and I gave him a confused look. "What the hell for, I hate all those things, except for maybe the strawberries" I replied. "Aw c'mon kid, you know what they say about oysters being good for your sex life, asparagus too!" he said and I asked if it worked for him. He just nodded at me and scratched a hand across his hairy chest. "Okay, pizza it is, but how about some oysters on top?" he said, and we both laughed and he patted me one the back. Suddenly I realized that his hand was still on my shoulder and soon the other was there too, on the other shoulder. Jack stood facing me and all of a sudden it just happened. I opened my mouth to accept his tongue and I felt his hairy body next to me as he pulled me closer. I caught myself kissing him back and delighting in the feel of the fluffy covering of brown hair that covered his bare back. "Oh shit, I've wanted this since you pulled into the truck stop the other day" he said, and I admitted the same to him. "Fuck, we've wasted five days with this cat-and-mouse shit. C'mon Dillon let's get naked and fool around!" In the five days he'd been there I imagined how he would look completely naked but when it actually came to be I couldn't believe it. Shit, he had the hairiest fucking ass I've ever seen, and I couldn't keep my hands off it while we stood there in the front room and kissed one another with mouths wide open. "Jeez kid, you're hung just like....well, just like the old man" he said and I admitted to him that I'd never seen our father naked. "Trust me kid, you're hung just like your father" he said, and I mentioned that he must be also because the two of us seemed to be identical in that sense. It all happened so fast. We quickly moved from french-kissing and groping to being on the floor in the front room face-fucking one another. I'd never done this before but had seen it done in that magazine from the dumpster. My brother ended up being a great teacher, showing me how to suck cock by his example. We're not only hung the same, but we're about the same height so it made things very easy for us to perform a perfect act of '69' on each other. I felt his finger invade my tight ass-hole and that's all it took for me. I blasted the biggest load of my life right into his mouth and he gobbled up every drop of my spewing cum without missing any of it. I wasn't quite so successful when he exploded into me, unable to swallow fast enough to get it all down my gulping throat. Lots of it dribbled out of my mouth and he turned around and licked it off my face like a puppy might do. "Let's go upstairs" he said, and he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder to carry me up. Once there he tossed me down on his bed and told me to pull my knees up to my chest. With my bare ass exposed to him he lunged forward and pressed his face right into the crack of my butt, his warm and moist tongue invading my hole immediately. I'd never felt anything like it and moaned out in pain and pleasure (mostly pleasure) as he rimmed me for a long time. How long? I can't be certain but it seemed like the clock sort of quit keeping time while he chewed on my horny ass-hole. "Ever do this before?" he asked, and I lied and said I had, adding that it was never like this though. "Yeah I'll bet it wasn't" he said. "Ever take a real man's cock up your ass?" he asked next, and I told him the truth. "None as big as yours!" "Yeah, I'll bet not!" he bragged again, and I heard myself say that I wanted him to fuck me. I had no idea what I was in for but knew I would never be happy again unless I had my brother's big cock up my ass-hole. I waited for the feeling of blinding pain as I realized he was shoving his fat cock-head into me, but it never happened. Instead I felt only a slight bit of resistance and then this glorious feeling of being completely filled with his huge 10-incher. "Oh yeah baby, you HAVE done this before, I can tell that!" he said, and I wrapped my legs around his hairy ass and begged him to fuck me really hard and really rough. We took turns pounding one another all night long, all the way into the next day and pretended to be most upset when the folks called and said that the weather in Seattle was so bad that their flight out had to be canceled. "Will you two be all right?" mom asked, and I assured her that I was in good hands with my big brother. Little did she know just what that meant. Hour after glorious hour I lay next to him, raking my hands through the expansive hairiness that covered him, told him how much I loved him and lusted for him. It didn't take long for me to get the opportunity to eat and then fuck his ass-hole too, and after pumping what felt like a bucket- load of come up his hairy hole I asked him something. "You think we get this appetite from our dad? I mean we both seem to get off on this don't we?" His answer bowled me over. "Well I don't think I get it from my dad, but I'm sure you do" and I asked him how that could be. It didn't take long for Jack Reed to relate that his high school years were filled with more than smoking dope and showing up drunk. "Ever wonder why your middle name is Barnes?" he asked, and I related how I'd once asked mom about that. "It's the hospital you were born in" she insisted, and I knew that could be possible in St. Louis. "Nah, the original name on your birth certificate was Dillon Barnes, the Reed was put on later after the folks jumped through the right hoops to legally adopt you. You always felt you were an accident, and that's true, but the only accident was that I knocked up the girl down the street who was eighteen when I was thirteen. She wanted to get rid of you but mom and dad insisted that she go ahead and have you and they'd raise you as their own". "Huh?" I said, my face obviously betraying my shock. He laughed and slapped me gently saying "Yeah, it's true kid. I'm not your brother, I'm your father!" "Well I'll be goddamned!" I said, and he told me if he heard me swearing again he'd have to punish me. "Maybe a spanking is called for here son" he said with an evil grin on his face and I rolled over to present my eager butt to him to spank and kiss and lick and fuck to his satisfaction. So, that was four years ago. Dad and I are still together and the people I've always regarded as my parents are aware that I know. What they're not aware of is that Jack Reed and I live a life that would not be favorably regarded by most of society, even if we were just brothers. The fact that we're father and son makes our kinky relationship all the more forbidden.....and all the more sexy for us.