The following story is fiction and does not necessarily represent the sexuality of Scott Bairstow, Devon Sawa, or Jonathan Taylor Thomas. The story is derived from the copyrighted movie Wild America, copyrighted by Warner Brothers.
I
"Are you sure about this?" Marshall said, his supple face and weak voice emanating worry.
Aubrey nodded calmly.
"If you change your mind, let me know immediately," he said, his heart beating as if a tiny washer on spin cycle. "I'm serious! All we have to do is threaten to tell mommy and daddy about them, and that will be enough to stop them from doing anything you don't want."
"I understand," she said, and Marshall slowly opened the wooden panel door.
Marty and Mark drew their breaths as Aubrey and Marshall entered the brothers' second-floor bedroom.
"Sit there," Marshall said, gently guiding her toward the edge of the bed. For a moment, he scowled at Marty and Mark, furious that he had to lend his sister in order to tear down his brothers' sexual borders. The breeze blowing past the standing guys, he sat next to her. "Well, sis," he said, turning rightward toward her. "Your wish is their command."
"You sure you won't back down," Marty said, leering at her.
"I promise," she said impatiently.
"Why does a part of me not believe you?"
"Perhaps because you're untrustworthy yourself," Marshall said.
"You sure you know what . . . fuck . . . means?" Mark injected anxiously.
"Yes!" Aubrey said restlessly. "You put your thingee in me and shoot cream."
Marshall snickered as their mouths dropped, then hugged his sister for the fun she was already providing him. "Plain enough English for you guys?" he said.
Mark nodded sheepishly.
"But remember guys," Marshall said. "You must do to each other whatever she commands. If not, you get no pussy."
Had Marty's emotions been visible, smoke would have emerged from his puff! Suddenly, he turned to the open window, gazed into the sunlit field, and spun back toward everyone. "She backs out, and we fucking plow your ass till Kingdom come!" he said, taking two rageful steps toward him.
"We're getting nowhere with this attitude," Marshall said sardonically.
Sucking his teeth, Marty settled back by Mark. "What do you want?" he said, shifting his glare to Aubrey.
"I want to see you guys kiss," she said, her girly tone highlighting the outrageousness of this request.
"What!" Marty bawled.
"You did mention your intent to kiss Aubrey--both of you--so it is only fair that you do the same to each other."
Blond Mark paced two steps toward the two-level, bunk beds belonging to him and Marshall, while the pint-sized kids awaited to his right. Reluctantly, he turned to Marty. "Let's do it, man."
The words electrified Marshall's dung, wiping away all guilt of using his sister and blowing away all fear of potential repercussions.
"You really want to go through with this?" Marty said.
"Don't you?" the blond said.
The guy glanced at Aubrey in response to Mark's reply--or perhaps, to delay things. "How long do we--" Marty said, his face a mix of seriousness and worry.
"Until he tells you to stop," Aubrey said.
"You think you're a real team, don't you."
"We learned it from you," Marshall said.
Standing a foot apart, the guys turned to each other. Their lips inched closer for what seemed like an eternity. Then--
"Come on," Mark whispered, their lips holding apart at an inch.
Marty hesitated.
"Remember what you told me?" the blond coaxed, his warm breath caressing Marty's face.
"Refresh my memory," Marty said, his dark eyes hypnotized.
"Us bonding," Mark whispered sexily. "Doing things for each other."
Squeezing his eyes shut, he moved toward Mark's lips. Amazingly, the blond began sucking vigorously, and unlike Marty, he closed his eyes lusciously.
"Place your hands on Marty's hips," Marshall said, and as the blond elaborated with caresses of his own, Marty reached for the area around Mark's abdomen. The elder brother must have been trying to equalize things, as he caressed Mark in the same manner the blond had been caressing him, treating him like a girl.
Marshall couldn't believe his eyes! His macho brothers were being tender to one another. "O.K.!" he said, unable to take anymore.
Breathing hard, his brothers unpasted.
"Groovy," Marshall said.
"Where did you learn that word?" Aubrey said with amazement.
"I'll tell you later, as mom will be home in 40 minutes."
"Yes," Mark said. "And we gotta fuck you, sis, before she gets back."
"Take out your weenies," she said.
Panicky, the standing brothers eyed each other.
"And your shirts off too," she added.
As usual, Mark broke the ice, and his lean chest muscles exposed, Marty removed his equally white t-shirt.
The sight of smooth, fleshy muscles drove Marshall wild, especially as they sparkled bronze-style a mere five feet from him! He had no choice but to pull his pants around the crotch, that is, if he didn't want his erection to keep pulling at his pubic hairs.
With righteous disgust, Marty contorted his face at Marshall's hands. "You really are a faggot, you know that?"
"All too well," Marshall answered coolly.
Marty's epithet, however, began to needle him, and the more the seconds passed, the more the words stung him. This surprised the tawny lad, as he loved that kind of talk during sex. "You suck Mark's dick," he said in revenge.
"Aubrey calls the shots here," Marty brayed.
"Well, sis," Marshall said smugly. "What do you say?"
"Suck his dung," she said, eyeing fiercely at her big brother. "And you shoot in Marty's mouth."
Smiling wickedly, Marshall leaned toward Aubrey and covering her ear, whispered, "Don't you want Mark to shoot . . . you know where?"
"Right," she said, pulling back excitedly. "You can't shoot in his mouth."
"Why not?" Mark said, his brain cells unable to keep up with the twists of this game.
"Because you gotta squirt in his behind," she said, pointing accusingly to Marty.
"Whoa!"
"That's right, big brother! You gotta lend Mark your ass or you get no pussy." Never had Marshall's voice exuded such naughty deliciousness.
"I . . . um . . . no way!" Marty said, pacing like a caged tiger.
"It's no big deal," Mark said, following him around. "I'll be gentle."
"You're twisted--all of you!"
Just as he began to storm out of the room, Marshall yelled, "Then only Mark gets to fuck our sister."
He stopped, then turned slowly as redness engulfed his face. "For free?" he said beyond disbelief.
"For me fucking him, instead of him fucking you."
"Marty!" the blond said, starting for him. "You can't allow Marshall to fuck me. If he does, you know what will happen."
"And if I allow you to fuck me, the same will happen between you and me."
"Guys!" Marshall said. "The more you debate, the more the clock ticks. Besides, I've already seen you both in action . . . and the way Mark enjoys getting his rear end stuffed."
"Like bran muffins," Aubrey said.
"You really have a dirty mouth," Marty said, suddenly determined to teach her a lesson.
"Now, it's your time to get filled up," Marshall resumed, rising to shield Aubrey from Marty's approaching body. "After all, I thought you drank motor oil for breakfast, so I figure you need some gas at the other end."
"You want me to suck Mark," Marty said, sashaying further into the room. "And you want him to fuck me." He spun like an acrobat. "And you, my blond brother, you get to like them real well, as they are about to give you what I never would." He paced around some more. "And where does that leave me?"
"With my pussy," Aubrey said.
"Correction," Marty said, fingering her emphatically. "I'm left with the possibility of fucking you." He stopped walking. "What if you change your mind? Or even if you don't, what if I do get your amazing cunt? Mark here still has a pussy and an ass over my head--my ass--two more points than I'll ever have. And I doubt you will ever let me even the score."
"I'll let you fuck me some other time," the blond said. "I promise!"
"And I'm the only faggot around here?" Marshall said with mouth-watering sarcasm.
His brothers scowled at him!
"If you want, you can fuck Mark afterward," the lad continued. "But you will not have time for Aubrey."
If only Marty knew how watching him fuck Mark excited Marshall as much as watching Mark fuck him. But the plan was to upset the score between Marty and Mark, so that the blond's revolutionary new power over Marty would upset the status quo inasmuch as to prevent any future alliance between the two. Only Marshall would emerge as winner from this scenario.
"We may well have time for you to fuck me as well," Mark said, placing his hand reassuringly on Marty's shoulder.
"Only if he fucks you while you fuck Aubrey," the lad said. "Of course, that would make him look like a fag. I mean, Marty would be fucking your butt instead of Aubrey's cunt."
Marty grew eerily silent, his chin lowered in seeming defeat as his eyes zigzagged wildly from one spot to another along the wooden floor. His eyes kept shifting in short, quick movements, attempting to concoct something--anything--in response to Marshall's masterplan.
"Fine," Mark said, unzipping his jeans before big bro could pull out of the deal.
Somewhat surprised, Marty watched as Mark pulled down his light-colored jeans. Maybe it was the unworldly sexiness of Mark's tight, white briefs, or their combination with his gangly, white legs. But nearly stumbling, Marty unzipped and pulled down his darker blue-jeans as he trotted toward his brother, who already was standing by the window.
Kneeling down, he jerked Mark's briefs to the knees, took the 8-inch cock in his mouth, and started sucking.
"Yeah," the blond breathed.
Marty gobbled the uncut cock.
"Grab his butt," Marshall said, reclining back on the twin bed.
He couldn't believe how docile big brother had become, nor how in response, Mark took the initiative in caressing Marty's hair.
"Mmmm!" the blond crooned.
Marty kept sucking, licking the precum off the head at one point.
"Yah!" Mark continued. "Augh!"
Marshall pulled off his shirt, and Aubrey her yellow, ballerina-like garment. Each caressed their nipples solo, then they reached for each other's chests. Kissing Aubrey as he looked from the corner of his eye sent Marshall into the throes of an orgasm, although his handless, pelvic contractions were minor enough to keep his cum inside. The precum drenching his pants, however, he unzipped himself.
"Lick his balls," Marshall said.
"Do as he says!" Aubrey said to the turning head.
Suddenly, Marty's eyes recoiled in horror. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he said, pulling away from Mark's starving dick.
"Getting naked," Aubrey said freshly.
"You really need to be taught a lesson," Marty said, rising.
"Don't you dare," Marshall said, big brother pulling down his erect briefs. His 9-inch cock pointed hungrily at the girl's panties.
"Come any closer and we tell mom and dad you raped her!"
"I'm fucking her tonight," he said as casually as his tone had turned threatening. "And you can tell mom whatever you like."
"Fine!" Marshall said, hankering to dig into her cunt with his brothers' cream fresh in her. "But first, Mark must fuck you. That's the deal!"
"If you cum in me, you won't have the strength to fuck her," Marty said, exposing his butt's two muscle balls as he turned to Mark.
"Trust me," the blond said. "I'll have more than enough cum for her."
"Then, fuck me," Marty said, plunking on the bed across from Marshall and Aubrey. Amazingly, he laid back, his legs ready to go up on Mark's shoulder. He must have not been thinking straight, for suddenly, he rose and turned.
"Nah-nah!" Marshall said. "The way you did it first."
"He's not fucking me the other way."
"Yes, he is," Aubrey said.
His dark eyes penetrated her so fiercely that, for a moment, Marshall thought she would fall back. His laser beams kept shooting at her clear, liquid eyes, and for a few moments, it seemed he would lunge at her. Aubrey, however, pulled herself out of the yellow, embroidered dress wrapped around her ankles, exposing her thin, silky legs. Her white, flowerprinted panties were all that practically remained, for through his trepidation of what Marty might suddenly do to her, Marshall had removed her black, ballerina shoes and silky, white socks.
"Make it quick," Marty said, laying belly up on the bed.
Mark stepped out of his ankle-crunched jeans and briefs, knelt on the rug, and his dick pointing hungrily at the ceiling, turned to the naughty kids on the bed behind him. "I need that jelly," he said, teenage breathlessness in his voice.
"Here," Marshall said, pulling open that familiar drawer. "Come here," he said, patting the space beside him.
"I'll put it on," Aubrey said, passing her fingers through the bottle's hole as her 13-year-old brother squeezed from above.
Mark's eyes dropped sleepily as she handled his erect, uncut cock.
"O.K. Marty! Lay here," Mark said, his command somehow making Marshall feel more at one with him.
Big brother rose from the dark under the other bunk. "You guys are gonna pay for this," he said. "All of you!"
Laying back, he let Mark apply the cold jelly, but when the blond pushed in a finger, he grabbed his arm. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Preparing you for a walk on the wild side," Mark said, his smile unmistakably showing how much he enjoyed gay sex.
"Shit!"
The blond raised Marty's legs onto his shoulders, guided his cock past the guy's quadriceps, and uttered, "Push out the moment you feel my cock."
Such concern for Marty annoyed Marshall, for Mark had seldom expressed such brotherly love for the lad. But for the moment, he swallowed his pride.
Mark's 8-inch, uncut dick pushing into the guy's innards, Marty shut his eyes so tightly that Marshall thought they would get squished under the pressure. The deeper Mark drove, the more he squeezed.
"Haaagh! Haaugh!" Mark grunted, pulling in and out.
"Aaahh!" Marty yelled, more from pain than pleasure.
Mark's hormones must have taken over. Or perhaps hostility at the way Marty had often treated him, for the blond began to thrust faster, closing his eyes and throwing back his head as Marty groaned in pain. Maybe Mark was finally beginning to enjoy the act of making his brother pay for bossing him around all the time. Mark pounded Marty's ass faster, and faster, and faster.
"Now, kiss," Aubrey said.
Marty biting his lower lip in pain, Mark lowered his head and started sucking. This drove everyone wild--except Marty--who kept grimacing in discomfort. His very lack of resistance was more than Marshall could have ever imagined! He had brought his big brother to his knees, and what's more, Marty was no longer fighting to keep his position as top dog.
Suddenly, Marty grabbed Mark's hair, pulled the blond's head back toward his face, and kissed him! Mark sucked back and Marty suddenly rubbing his neglected cock, the brothers kissed passionately!
"Mmmmmm!" the blond said on the verge of losing it.
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Marty groaned, sucking forcefully.
"I'm cummming," Mark said, and pressing his hairless chest against Marty, kissed and nuzzled his neck tightly. "Augh! Aaaaaaauuuuuhhhhhhhhhh!" He grabbed Marty's legs hungrily, squeezed them as he pressed his cheeks against the guy's, and convulsed as he came one, two, four, eight, sixteen times!
Panting, he collapsed on his brother!
For two minutes, the fresh, summer breeze keep the rhythm of the room, stopping here and resuming there.
II
Suddenly, Marty pushed Mark away, grabbed Aubrey by the legs, and lowered himself onto her. Marshall almost spoke, as Mark was supposed to fuck her first, but time was running fast and a twisted part of him wanted to see Marty get away with something that night. With Aubrey not protesting his pulling down of her panties, Marshall eyed as big brother soaked her cunt with man saliva.
Mark watched with popping eyes as Marty sucked the juices out of her.
"Uhh!" the girl crooned.
He tightened his grip around her lean, silky legs, sniffing his sister around her hairless, pubic area. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He straightened up, placed his monster cock on her cleat, and slowly dug in.
"If it hurts, let him know," Marshall whispered, caressing her blond, silky hair.
"Slower," she said, but Marty pushed faster.
"Hey!" Marshall yelled.
"What do you expect? I'm about to explode!"
He pulled out and slowly reentered. The girl's eyes shut as tightly as he had closed his, he lowered his torso and felt her cold flesh against his rougher skin. This was Seventh Heaven! Suddenly, he smiled with the utmost wickedness, and plowed into her.
"Aaaahhhh!" she yelped.
His thrusts continued, Mark climbing behind him. "Get away from me!" he barked, but both brothers continued to caress his body--Marshall his arms and Mark his back and buttocks. Enraged, he pumped faster, deeper, and harder, pressing his lips around her mouth, neck, and nipples, then against her feet and legs.
"Fucking A, sis!" Marty said. "You have one fucking pussy, you know that?"
"Aahhh!" she muttered softly.
"Yeah, sis!" Suddenly, his body began to convulse. His thick cock began to squirt, globs of semen flooding her small insides. His writhing continued as Marshall counted his convulsions--one . . . two . . . four . . . eight . . . sixteen . . . seventeen in all!
He had barely collapsed on her when Mark pulled him away. "My turn," he said, his cock as erect as a sword sheath. Like Marty, he pressed into her cleat, lowered his body, and began to pump as he kissed her lips. Aubrey kissing back, Marshall climbed behind him, and as much as he wanted to show them his straightness by fucking her in their presence, he lubricated Mark's butt with XY jelly.
"What are you doing?" Mark said, halting his thrusts.
"What does it look like, duffis?"
"Whoa!" he said, pulling back. "You can't fuck me!"
"And why the hell not?"
"Because you're my younger brother!" the blond said.
Had Marshall not been so horny, he would have slugged him then and there. "Such arrogance," he said. "You better continue because if not, Aubrey will tell mom you raped her."
"I may," she said as the blond turned to her.
Sighing, he lowered himself onto his sister. His cock back at 8 inches, he dug into her and kissed her passionately around her lips and neck while Marshall dug fingers into his white butt. Marshall almost came from the thought of fucking Mark.
"Take it, sis!" the blond said meanly, perhaps trying to make her pay for forcing him to submit to Marshall.
Marty still lying beside them, Marshall touched Mark's back. The warm flesh nearly burned his hand. His lips starving, he kissed his brother's back, reached around him, and squeezed the guy's nipples as his cock pressed into Mark's rear end. He sniffed Mark's shampoo-smelling hair, licked his sexy nape, and almost cried from the intimacy he was experiencing.
"Catch my germs, pig!"
"Yeah?" Marshall said, his cock drinking in Mark's ass.
"Yeow!" the blond yawped.
"Want deeper? Then, make another comment like that?"
"O.K. I won't!"
"Is that all you can do?" Aubrey said, her prissiness freezing everyone on the spot.
"You really want cock, don't you," Mark said. "Well, see if you can take this."
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she hollered.
"Is that better?"
"Yeah!"
"How about this?" Mark said. "Deep enough for you?"
Marshall couldn't take it! But just when he thought his cock would erupt, Mark reached around him and gneading Marshall's legs.
"I'm cumming," Mark said, and his sphincter muscles contracted around Marshall's dung.
The guy cumming four times, Marshall squirted once, and wrapping his arms tightly around Mark's body, he came again, and two more times. Mark's muscles kept squeezing around Marshall's cock, and Marshall shot four more times, and eight, and sixteen--kissing the blond's nape pasionately! Both brothers collapsed, Mark on Aubrey and Marshall on Mark.
Again, the breeze picked up the rhythm of the room, blowing here and there.
III
Suddenly, Marshall rose from Mark's back and exited the room.
"How did you like his pounding?" Marty said, his voice stronger.
"Not bad," Mark said casually.
"Is his better than mine?"
"I'm not gay," Mark said. "So you're asking the wrong guy."
"Not gay, huh?" Marty said, a seductive twinkle in his eyes. "Perhaps not, but you sure are bi."
Marshall reentered the room, wiping his 6-inch dung with a towel.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mark said, his attitude peeving Marshall anew.
"Don't push me," the pint-sized lad said. "I may just fuck you again."
"Really?"
"Get off my sister."
"Your sister?" Mark said freshly.
"Leave him alone," Aubrey said, pushing the blond away.
"What are you gonna do?" Marty said.
"Watch and shut up." His brothers lying beside each other, Marshall chucked the green towel, knelt before Aubrey, and placed his cock between her moist cunt lips. She smiled faintly, while Mark and Marty eyed in disbelief. Somehow, they didn't understand how their gay brother could fathom having sex with a girl--much less their sister. But Marshall writhed as his brothers' cum touched his cock head and piss slit.
"Man!" he said, transformed at the mixing of his brother's semen with his precum. He pushed deeper, lowered his chest toward her, and kissed her.
"Holy cow!" Mark said, his eyes not believing what he was seeing. "He really likes pussy."
"Just like you," Marshall said, turning his head toward the blond, who at a mere foot away, was almost breathing on him. "What do you think? That I don't know how to have fun with girls?" He kept thrusting.
"Damn!" Mark said, Marty strangely silent.
Suddenly, Marty grabbed the bottle of XY jelly. "Get out of my way," he said, pushing Mark aside, applied some on his cock, and lowered himself toward Marshall.
Amazingly, Marty applied jelly onto Marshall's butt, rather than Marshall having to do it. The lad kept thrusting into Aubrey, and as Marty pushed into his innards, he threw his head back.
"You like that?" Marty said, caressing him around the back and then around his abdomen.
"Yeah!" Marshall said, then lowered to kiss his sister on the lips.
"Mmmmm!" she said, grabbing Marshall's head for a more forceful kiss.
"Like that, gay boy?" Marty said.
What was he trying to do? Prove that Marshall couldn't fuck without a guy in him?
"Come quick!" the lad said. "Because I'm cumming in her alone--without you!"
"What?"
"He's trying to prove how straight he is," Mark said, suddenly smart.
"You shitting me?" Marty said.
"Just get it out," Marshall said. "Or I throw you out of this room."
"Oohh!" Marty said sarcastically. "He's serious about doing pussy alone." He breathed on his neck and kissed the area tenderly, perhaps trying to make the lad cum with his cock in him. "You want my cock, I can feel it. Your thrusts are more involved than before I entered you."
This twist had a kick of its own, but Marshall held his ground, if only to encourage Marty to keep tantalizing him.
"Haagh! Haaaagh!" Marshall moaned, trying to sound like he was falling. He thrusted slower, waiting for Marty to piston him hard. Marty didn't! With his cock resting inside Marshall, he merely observed the actions of his youngest brother.
Mark smiled. "I think you're right," the blond said. "His erection is going down."
"Like an airplane," Marty added with his typical, wicked grin.
"No, it isn't," Marshall said, a part of him glad to be made gay in their presence.
"Don't let them distract you," Aubrey said, opening her eyes.
"You're right," Marshall said, grabbed her legs anew, and lifting them onto his shoulders, thrusted deep, fast, and hard.
Suddenly, Marty resumed thrusting into Marshall, trying to prove his point, but the tawny kid kissed her legs and feet as his cock burned.
"Yeow!" Marty said, and warm milk filled Marshall's insides.
The cream came and came and came, goading Marshall to cum with his brother in him. The lad lost it! With his cock and behind immersed in brother cream, he shot one, two, four, eight, sixteen, eighteen times, then collapsed on his sister as Marty collapsed on him.
"I'm home!" their mother called from downstairs.
Like deers caught in headlights, the guys scambled to cover their act that afternoon.
"Are you upstairs?"
"Shit! Lock the door!" Mark said, everybody getting into their cum-drenched clothes--all except Aubrey, who calmly pulled up her panties and dress.