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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Oz_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Andrew_Schillinger/Hank_Schillinger
  Character:
      Andrew_Schillinger, Hank_Schillinger, Vern_Schillinger
  Additional Tags:
      Rare_Pairing, Slash, Blow_Jobs, mention_of_suicide, Sibling_Incest,
      Drugs, Underage_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-09 Words: 2457
****** Momma's Boy-Daddy's Boy ******
by belonginthedark
Summary
     Eyes closed, lips pulled back in a snarl, his moans of pleasure were
     more for Andrew than from pleasure, it wasn't one of his usual orgasm
     sounds....Andrew knew well enough what Hank's orgasms sounded like.
Notes
     Mentions the possible death of the boys mother who was named Arlene
     or Martha depending on what ep you watch.
     Usual warnings for filth, language and some f!encounters but no
     characterization of them, they just illustrate Hank and Andrew's
     dynamic
"Fuck, you're such an idiot" Andrew snarked at his younger brother (younger by
10 months) looking over his shoulder he scowled at Hank, who just smirked in
that loose, easy way of his. In times like this he looked so like Dad it was
scary.
Warily, Andrew turned around to fiddle with the lock some more until he felt a
yank on the back of his watch cap "
Hank!" he hissed "You want some fucking money or not"
Hank smirked stupidly and whined "You want some fucking money or not"
Andrew gave him a look and went back to fiddling with the lock he was picking.
Later, back at their grandfather's place, they lay on the stained carpet in the
room they had to share, brain spinning, full of meth and babbling half
remembered memories of childhood. Andrew was reminiscing about their father,
Andrew missed him more than Hank, Hank had no sense of loyalty.
Andrew had learned that lesson when Hank had seduced three of Andrew's
girlfriends, fucking horny little asshole. Twice Andrew had walked in on it,
the first girl had just admitted it when Andrew walked her home that night; at
the door to her apartment block she had stood there with her eyes downcast,
talking about Hank's smile, (wolf grin) his drawling voice, (like sex) his half
lidded eyes (dark and hypnotic) and she concluded that his tongue had worn her
down. Andrew didn't want to ask where Hank's tongue had been but she told him
that Hank had been working on her when she was talking to Andrew on the phone;
said it all really.
The second girl was the first time Andrew actually saw it, he opened the door
into the lounge door was open and Hank was facing it, Andrew could just see the
back of his girlfriends head, Hank was sat back on his shins, Andrew's
girlfriend on her back with Hank holding her knees wide open, he was holding
her heels to the back of her thighs, Andrew saw in glorious Technicolor, the
thick length of satin smooth muscle appearing and disappearing into the pink
slit that Andrew had been in not two hours ago.
Her face was scrunched up in ecstasy as Hank worked her obscenely slowly for a
fifteen year old, practiced and dirty… The third girl and second time; Hank had
the girl on her hands and knees and he was behind her with a handful of her
hair and his free hand on her back. His eyes had been on the door, waiting for
Andrew to walk in and witness it again, Hank with his black jeans pooling round
his knees, denim waistcoat with no shirt showing his full body sheen, his
chocolatey eyes glowing with triumph, following is big brothers line of sight,
splitting the girl open with fast shallow thrusts. Hank was obviously relishing
the hurt, pain, rage and shock that was on his big brothers face Hank smiled
his wolf smile (so like Dad).
before he'd come inside her, waiting for her to call out his name ( Haaannnkk!)
before the hot wash of his seed filled her, fingers punishing her hips with
brutalizing force to milk his orgasm, eyes closed, lips pulled back in a snarl,
his moans of pleasure were more for Andrew than from pleasure, it wasn't one of
his usual orgasm sounds.
Andrew knew well enough what Hank's orgasms sounded like.
When they were kids, after Dad was in Lardner, they would fight, wrestle and
sometimes Andrew's feelings of need and loneliness would get too much. The
fighting and punching would turn into kisses and rubbing, cocks pressed
together through jeans, lost moments of passion with lips clashing, tongues
meeting in that clumsy young way.
Even at 12 and 13 they were still the same, Andrew needing closeness and qnd
Hank, heartless fucker, taking anything offered.
For Hank the hot, wet feeling on his dick was welcome from his brother, a girl,
a friend, to him pleasure was pleasure. Andrew sucked Hank for comfort, to know
that in that moment he was closer to Hank than anyone who made him cum, he was
Hank's blood, the first person to suck Hank, the familial bond (though in his
heart Andrew knew family wasn't supposed to be this close) was the real -
pleasure for him.
It was getting a little weird now they were 15 and 16, too much meth and they
would be there they were again, working each other up, wrestling and Hank would
be telling Andrew how his cock had felt when it moved in and out of Andrew's
latest girlfriend, how wet she had been and the catch in her throat as she
begged Hank to do it harder. Andrew told himself that the hard on was because
he was thinking about sex and not because his cock was pressed against his
brothers.
Hank would see Andrew's discomfort and press up to him, forcing their cocks
closer together and he'd flash that wolf grin before grinding his hips in
little circles. Hank was such a slut, no morals, it was all about the pleasure
for him, eager fifteen year old cock standing erect in his pants, hands pulling
impatiently on his jeans to free the hard flesh, pulling Andrew's free too and
rubbing them together, breath catching as the slick tips touched
"Kiss me" Hank moaned, pulling Andrew to him, Andrew complied but wondered what
Hank was up to, he was such a jizzball he was impossible to trust.
Hank's lips brushed his and then opened softly, insistently pressing his open
lips to Andrew's until they parted, his slick tongue moving over his big
brother's and out to trace the cupid's bow, kitten licks to the outline of
Andrew's mouth before he delivered a gentle bite to the lower lip, then back to
kissing with gentle force Andrew felt completely overwhelmed by the sensations,
alternately hot and sweet.
He suddenly realized the thing that Hank had was what their father had,
whatever name you gave that mystical draw or appeal that made people listen to
Dad or fuck Hank, Andrew was one of the background people and so there was
nothing else to do but give in, be washed away by the blissful press of his
dick against Hank and the obscene way Hank was licking at Andrew's mouth like
he was eating ice cream or pussy…a hot stab twisted in Andrew's stomach as he
remembered his ex and her eyes burning in lust as she talked about Hank's
tongue, images filtered into Andrew's mind of Hank licking and sucking, taking
his time, tongue on the tip of the clit, circling at the unbearably sensitive
nub before sucking it into his hot mouth, tongue sliding down, into the hole
and tasting the inside.
He pushed Hank's head down until he felt breath on his cock and then he forced
his dick into his little brother's mouth, feeling that smartass tongue work
over his skin, like everything about Hank, slow and sleazy. Fucking more
practiced and seductive than he had any right to be, a gasp escaped Andrew's
lips, he held Hank's head right there, enjoying the blunt press of Hank's
fingernails on his thighs, the slurps Hank was making as he came off to gently
lick the head of Andrew's cock before swallowing it again, feeling one of
Hank's hands leave it's place on the thigh and start to roll Andrew's balls.
He opened his eyes to look down at his little brother, dark eyes stared back
glistening and glazed, half smack and half lust. Hank kept Andrew's eyes as he
let the engorged cock fall from his spit shiny lips and sucked a finger into
his mouth and slipped it to the small, tight opening, wriggling it like he was
trying to get a key in a lock, Andrew tried to focus….he and Hank had never
fucked before. Sure they'd fucked girls (usually the same girl, Andrew thought
bitterly) but never each other and as far as he knew Hank had never fucked
another guy….maybe he had…Andrew wanted to ask but was afraid of the answer..he
didn't want to hear that he wasn't Hank's first or hear that Hank had done
something he hadn't. Hank's first hand job, blow job and tongue kiss had all
been with Andrew….it was bad enough some chick had ridden on Hank's cock when
Andrew hadn't but if he'd fucked or been fucked by some other guy then that was
too much.
Hank's finger eventually found some give and went in the hole, it felt weird
and alien, like it was muffled (Shit, is this what girls felt when you fucked
them?) Hank was breathing heavy and his blasted pupils made him look more
lupine than ever, shaggy hair hanging loosely, fuck he was hot. With that wolf
grin (No, I don't want to think about Dad right now, thanks) he sucked Andrew's
dick back into his mouth, finger wriggling, his eyes expectantly looking at his
brothers, a dark look passed as he sucked harder and harder, like he was
getting ready to shoot in his pants…his body trembling with effort, the sharp
smell of his sweat reached Andrew's nostrils and he made a gasping, hiccupping
noise as he tried to control is orgasm. His finger dug deeper into Andrew and
his sucking became frantic and all at once found what he had clearly been
looking for. Andrew's hands dug into his little brothers shoulders, what the
fuck was that? If Dad was right and faggots were unnatural then why was that
there where a cock would rub if it was in you? Dad was right and faggots were
unnatural then why was that there where a cock would rub if it was in you?
Andrew wriggled until he brushed whatever it was against Hank's finger again, a
moan escaped his lips, Hank had gotten his breath back and was watching Andrew
with fascination, he started to dig his finger deeper into the slowly rising
lump, his deep eyes not leaving Andrew's as he worked the sweet spot. Andrew
felt the tight opening widen slowly, a wide feeling like he could fit more and
he felt like he wanted to. He wanted to feel full, he wanted to feel more,
another finger…a different finger..a cock?
Hank's cock
His stomach leapt and he groaned as he imagined the sensation of his slowly
opening hole being filled by the thick length that had felt so amazing in his
mouth so often before, laying on his tongue, starting to pulsate as the cum
traveled up..up..up and Hank would hiss, clenching his even, white teeth and
grabbing at the sheets as Andrew swallowed what he gave him, that questing
finger was joined by another and his cock was sucked back between Hank's lips,
he lifted his hips up a little so the fingers could move easier, Hank obliged
and moved them in and out, touching that place with measured and even strokes,
Andrew pulled back and turned over praying Hank wouldn't balk and give him what
he needed, what he craved.
The pain was intense…too much really..it felt like he was being burned open,
excruciating except for when Hank's dick found that place, tears ran down
Andrew's cheeks, he whimpered and moaned and called Hank's name, this was what
those girls must have felt like. Hank may be annoying, dumb and arrogant as all
hell but in this moment he had all the power in the world, his cock was just
long enough and just thick enough, he moved perfectly, his body was in perfect
sync. He pressed his hand under Andrew's stomach and lifted up his hips,
whispering filth in Andrew's ear, dry lips catching on his brothers ear lobes,
tongue tracing the shell and biting gently, that slow, steady thrust became
faster and harder as the hole gave more and more. Sweat stuck to both of them
like a glistening sheet and it felt to Andrew like they were welded together,
Hank was close to the edge again, Andrew could tell by the gasps, he squeezed
his muscles and jerked his hips back and snapped them forward. Hank came with a
yell that sounded huge in the empty house.
As they both caught their breath the front door closed signaling that their
grandfather was home.
They jumped up to grab their discarded clothes, hurriedly sorting through the
tangle of what belonged to who, as Andrew dressed in a hurry he caught sight of
the picture that was taken the morning of the day his anti-drugs, white
supremacist father had caught his own boys buying drugs from a black dealer.
His Dad kneeling on the ground, wide (wolf) smile with Hank on his left and
Andrew on his right, an arm round each son.
Reminded of the biblical beliefs his Lutheran mother had spouted before her
death, (Left handedness is a sign of Satan in your soul) he thought a little of
Hank on the left with the wolf grin and the cold, calculating things he did to
achieve his ends, the selfishness and the sarcasm, all of Dad's looks and
charm.
He thought of himself who looked so like his mother, with all her softness and
smiles. Hot milk in cereal in the cold mornings and getting up early to make
Dad's lunch for him, true apple-pie saint that still made his father's voice
catch over the lump in his throat when he spoke of her.
Her dark almond shaped eyes and her round face all passed along to Andrew.
All before that day she had mixed up all the pills in a glass and drank it with
water.
She barely left the house, no time between her domestic chores. Dad even took
her to the store on the weekends, sometimes she would get a look in her eyes,
when he sensed her feelings of being trapped and that maybe, just maybe, she
dreamt of a life away.
The overwhelming presence of Dad was too strong and that the way he made all of
her decisions and planned her life had gotten too much.
He looked at the picture again and thought how his Dad had ever hit them before
his Mom had died, it was always Andrew that got hit hardest, his Dad trying to
beat his mother's weakness out of him.
His mother was his fathers possession everything that belonged to his mother
belonged to him… Before he left the bedroom where he had just been fucked by
his brother he thought of Hank fucking his girlfriends and felt fingers like
ice down his spine.
 
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