Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2005 23:09:58 -0500 From: Justin Subject: Knew - Part Three - Gay Male: Incest "Knew" (Part Three) by Justin F. - E-mail me if you like this story @ justin@soulstrong.net. I know I had said it'd be a sequel and only a sequel, but I think I'll have at least four complete stories for this series...at least for now. Originally created September 18th, 2005 and finished September 19th, 2005. *DISCLAIMER* These stories are completely fictional and features sexual intercourse between members of the male gender, this story contains incest - You are precautioned. If you are not of age, if reading these stories is illegal where you are, if you find these stories offensive or negative, please do not read them. ---Knew...Part Three It was three weeks after he and his father had attended the cancelled photoshoot that had locked their relationship to a higher, better level. He and his father had found a comfortable lifestyle between the two; Mark still was the head of the household, what he said went; Anton followed his every word, unless he was feeling smart-mouthed and decided to respond...at which he'd probably end up with his bedroom television taken away or his allowance cut. But all in all, Anton would still talk with his Dad about everyday matters, see if he would take him to the local mall with his friends, go with his to his Dad's agency to help with photoshoots, for real this time; and was actually enjoying following his father in photography. Though he was going to college for Journalism, as he had done a lot of reporting and related business throughout his high school career, he was gifted as a photographer, just like his Dad, and had the same eye for imagery as his father did. Life was going well, Leo had come back from his week's trip with a surprising new outlook on things, acting more responsible and even more friendly; not always asking his brother for favors and to borrow things. Anton loved it, Leo was finally acting his age and wasn't bothering him for things just to intially get on his nerves...why did younger brothers always have to do that? It was like a conspiracy or something, Anton thought. Anton awoke up from his bed on a Sunday morning. It was about 11 o'clock, which was a decent time for Anton to wake up; for it was summer, he was lazy, and had no other reason to wake up early since he wasn't involved in anything this summer besides staying home. The sunlight came through his curtains and light everything in his room with a green tint; the sound of the birds chirping and such echoed in his ears from the outside. Anton pushed his covers aside, as he pushed his legs to the side and stood up against the floor, looking to his frame in the mirror. He had a decent body, he was slim enough, had enough muscle tone, but despite his athletic physique he actually didn't do much besides just eating well and working out every now and then. His beige skin was tinted a slight green in the mirror until he walked over to his curtain, to the other side of his room from his bed, and pushed his curtains aside from a wide window; brightening the room to a beautiful white tone. Anton wished sometimes that his walls were another color, but white just seemed to work well, as it wasn't a horrible offwhite or something too demanding or shiny. Anton turned back to his mirror as he looked down to his body; examining himself. His black boxer briefs were pressed against his hard erection, that was tenting in his underwear. He walked to his dresser and opened the first shelf, pulling out a white beater from the drawer before closing it once again. He had just bought these beaters, as his Dad had agreed they looked good on him (of course he would, though) and quickly put it on; shuffling his hair slightly, though the black hair wasn't really long enough to be moved. He walked to the door and opened it, hearing the sounds of a television from down the stairs and walked to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and quickly brushed his teeth, washed his face, and got ready for the day. He opened the door, proceeded down the hallway, his room and his father's room's doors open, his brother's room's door closed, and walked down the stairs and through the living room to the kitchen. Anton walked in as he heard the local news report and across the television on the kitchen table was his father, drinking a mug of coffee, in a white t-shirt and a pair of khakis. "Morning Dad" Anton announced, attracted his father's glance, and walked past him, leaning down and kissing him on the lips for a peck and then moving to the refrigerator, opening it to get a carton of orange juice, and set it on the table; taking a glass from the kitchen's dryrack and quickly pouring the orange juice before setting it aside; as he sat down next to his father. Anton smiled as he watched his father watch the news; drink his coffee; as Anton drank his own juice. He and Anton just shared a great connection. He had just walked by, kissed his father directly on the lips, and walked by. "Dad," Anton called out; as his father looked over from the television, and leaned over, kissing him on the lips; this time though, placing his hand on his father's arm as he embraced in his touch. Mark kissed back, tilting his head slightly, just as the sound of footsteps came down the stairs. Quickly Mark leaned back into his seat just as Leo, Mark's son and Anton's younger brother, walked into the kitchen. Mark smiled as he took his coffee and drank it once more; Anton sat down in his seat, quickly drinking his juice too as Leo walked in. "Hey" he greeted as he took a glass from the dryrack, sitting on the other side of Anton, pouring the glass and drinking it a little. His eyes set upon his father and brother, but he simply turned and looked to the television. Anton glanced over to his brother, who had dark brown hair; like a mix between his parents, and beautiful brown eyes. Leo was only an inch or two shorter than Anton, it seemed he had finally filled in enough to no longer take on that classic little brother appearance. "Are either of you boys doing anything today? I have to get changed in a few minutes, then I'll be off to work, maybe you two can go see a movie together or something? You're such slugs lately..." Mark commented, finishing his coffee. He stood up and placed the mug in the sink as he stopped at the doorway. "Great idea Dad, we'll do that then" Anton announced, his voice just a little too loud; as he smiled widely to Leo. "Great, I'll leave some money for you guys on the mail table?" Mark asked, and walked out of the kitchen; followed by footsteps on the stairs. Anton turned his eyes back to Leo and tilted his head. "What?" he asked, watching his brother's eyes, expecting him to revert to being annoying any second. "Nothing...what, I always have to bug you? I'm just...looking at you, that's all" Leo responded, standing up and placing his cup into the sink, just like his father had. "Let me know when you wanna leave, I'd like to go soon, once the theatre opens at least" Leo told his older brother. He walked to his brother and placed his hand on his brother's shoulder, before passing him and leaving the room. Anton leaned back, breathing out, as he pressed the Power button on the remote, and let his hand sift down to his boxer briefs. His hand massaging his cock through his underwear. He groaned softly and glanced to the stairway, as he quickly hushed himself and stood up; walking to the living room, making sure his brother wasn't there, and walked up the stairs; immediately to the bathroom. He quickly closed the door behind him and without even thinking, stipped from his clothes and ran to the shower, closing the translucent shower curtain behind him. He turned on the hot water and took some liquid soap from the shelf and lathered it all around his body. His father was so hot...his brother was hot too...and now, as time was growing ever since the photoshoot; Anton had been longing for his father's body all around him, inside of him, and though a kiss was magic to his lips; his brother's touch had excited his skin. Anton knew he used to try to push away thoughts of his brother sexually from his mind...but now he didn't mind them so much...he embraced his brother, welcomed his brother, and even tried a technique his father had been using...leaving subtle hints of sex around him. Anton knew it was shifty not to come out to his younger brother about his feelings, but what fun would it be if he did? The water massaged the soap all around his body; the scent of the soap and the feel of the water serenading his body...he let his eyes close as he thought more of his father. His father's body, his father's smile, his father's butt...his cock...and then Leo's face...Leo looked so much like Anton did...he imagined his brother's torso...his chest...stomach...belly button...his brother's cock...his brother's smile...what if Leo's hands were all around his body...his lips touching his brother's...his cock inside his brother's ass...just like his father's inside his own. What if he could finally talk to his brother like he always wanted to...without having to shelter him but to be completely free with him? To be able to look at his brother, have a real conversation with him...like he hadn't really had before... Anton opened his eyes as his hands touched the dials and the water's serenage disappated. Anton moved the curtain and took a towel from the towelrack, and wiped his body off. He picked up his clothes and walked to the door, opening it, and walking into the hallway. His footsteps followed to his room. His naked body still wet from the water pouring down every muscle and hair. Anton pushed his door in more and walked in, seeing a figure in his room. Anton looked up and saw his brother, laying in his bed...his right hand on his hard cock; it must've been the same size if not slightly smaller than his own...his pants moved down slightly...the covers all around his brother...Leo's hand moving up and down his cock quickly... Anton turned back, stopping the door from hitting the wall; and stood by the side of his door, watching his brother as he continued jacking off...in Anton's bed! Anton listened... "Oh...Oh...sweet brother...oh...ohh...OH! Yeah...yeah...yeah..." Leo moaned as he came, quickly taking a tissue and wiping the cum off his head. He wiped himself off and lifted himself up; a wide smile on his face, and quickly set the covers back to how they were...his eyes quickly looked to the door; and luckily he saw no one there. Leo took a few steps from his brother's bed and walked to the door...turning into the hallway before hitting something...someone. He looked up, seeing his brother's chest; Anton's wetness still on his face from walking into him. Leo took a step back, looking back to see his brother completely naked, only holding a bundle of his clothes. Anton's shoulders...his pecs...his abs...his legs...the wet hair and heat all along his body... Anton shed a charming, innocent-looking smile... "Leo, what are you doing in my room?" ---To Be Continued...