Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2018 15:00:38 +1300 From: Max Vänger Subject: Axel - Chapter 1 Disclaimer: Naturally this work is a piece of fiction, a fantasy if you will, and despite the presence of underage characters engaging in sexual situations, the word fiction means that these characters do not actually exist. Surprising, no? If reading a work of fiction established in the genre of erotica, homosexuality, or incest violates any of your laws, morals, or otherwise may offend your precious eyes, I do advise you journey elsewhere, and question how you arrived here in the first place. Comments, feedback and general contact with the author is not only appreciated, but encouraged, so do feel free to email me at ltkevnger@icloud.com Love, M.V. ________________________________________________________________________ I'm wasn't sure. I really would rather not think about it, in all honesty. Whether or I not I was gay, that is. But at the end of the day it's rather difficult not to think about when you're a thirteen year old boy fingering yourself to assist in the masturbation process. This is crude, I know, but I'm not really sure how else to explain my dilemma, dear reader. I call it self exploration. I was just trying things out. Surely we all try weird, whacky sexual habits when we begin this awful journey named puberty. Not that being gay is a bad thing; I was just fairly sure that I wasn't. Or so I told myself. It goes on like this for some time; I go to school, I come home, I ruin a few socks thinking about every classmate with a penis, and begin again. I'd watch straight porn and never notice that all I looked at was the male counterpart; until the day of the awakening. My brother and I have never been close. We're not very similar. He is dark, compared to me, pale and blond. He's tall, which may be understandable given him being three years older than me, but it's a sore point for me. Bruno has always been broader, slightly muscled, tough; the more masculine one, I suppose. I'm skinny, the crybaby. Essentially, we just weren't overtly compatible. We didn't hate each other, or hold this angst that you might have come to expect; we've just had very little interest in each other until now. ________________________________________________________________________ I sighed. I tugged at the collar of my shirt. It was hot. We had been sitting in Aunt Hilda's garden for hours, for tea. Who cares about tea? I didn't even like tea. I hated Aunt Hilda. She was prissy and shrill, pedantic and loud. Aunt Hilda wasn't even my real aunt, just a friend of my mother's from a long time ago. We came to tea every month, my mother and I, and I was expected to sit quietly for hours on end, answer questions politely when asked, and my damn tea. "Axel," my mother would remind me, tight lipped, before confiscating my phone, "Remember, you must only speak when spoken to at tea." Bruno never had to come to tea any more. He was free to do what he wanted, which admittedly was mostly just completing his homework, playing football, or perhaps watching a film with his girlfriend, Klara. I would have liked to not have had to come to tea. I would roll my eyes and agree with her, hoping she would stop her nagging there. My mother was a good woman, if a bit too strict. She was a proper housewife, organising affairs around the house, hosting charity galas and dinner parties; your typical kept woman, her string of pearls around her neck denoting her status. My mother had little to do with Bruno and I. Nannies raised the two of us, and now that we were older, all we had to do was go to school and behave like angels in front of her friends at her many gatherings. I believe this arrangement worked best for us all. There was, however, a slightly positive aspect of tea at Aunt Hilda's, being that tea time was generally the time that Aunt Hilda's eighteen year old son, Carl, would finish playing polo with his instructor and wander over to join us for a short while, just as I spotted him on his was to do now. Carl, put simply, was glorious. I watched him in his form fitting polo uniform, white, but covered in filthy grass stains. He arrived at our table, greeting my mother and Aunt Hilda, the latter reprimanding him for not having changed before coming to tea, before sitting down next to me, grinning and rolling his eyes towards me, our inside joke about our sometimes insufferable mothers. "Hello, Carl. Tea?" I asked, just as I asked every month. "Yes. Thank you, Axel." he replied, just as he replied every month. I quite liked our routine. Needless to say, Carl was often the object of my late night fantasies. We lived in a large house, with many guest rooms and an assortment of other rooms with various purposes, and as such, my brother and I had a wing of the house to ourselves. Often, days could go past and the only people I would see would be Bruno and perhaps a stray maid, save for dinner, when our family would all come together to dine, with the exception of my father, who was often out of town on business. Upon returning from tea with my mother and Aunt Hilda, I wandered back to my own wing of the house, feeling mentally exhausted from a morning of propriety and strictly enforced good manners. Down here we had few visitors, and everything was much more casual. Once back in my own room, I stripped off my dress pants, shirt and tie, changing into a t-shirt and shorts. I wandered into the sitting room which my brother and I shared, where I found him playing video games. Bruno, like myself, had long hair, near shoulder length, which was currently loose and fanned out on the couch under him, where he lay shirtless, a loose pair of shorts being all that he wore. It was a hot day, and this was general attire for the two of us anyway, at least in our end of the house. Strangely, I found myself staring, in a way not dissimilar to the way I often stared at Carl. The thought of my brother had never come into my head like that. I was surprised. "How was Hilda's?" he smirked, teasing me, as he very much knew how I hated going to tea. "Same as ever. It dragged on forever though." "Poor kid." He laughed. "I'm bringing Klara around tonight. Don't say anything yeah?" It was a well known fact that my brother's girlfriend was not allowed over after dinner. That would be improper, and arouse suspicion as to what was going on between the two. How exactly my mother thought of my sixteen year old brother as a virgin, I didn't know. Bruno was, to say the least, the horniest person I've ever met, which was a little rich coming from me. One reason I rarely saw my brother was that he was so often in his bedroom, jacking off. The overflowing waste paper basket of cum covered tissues, combined with the substantial smell of sex in his room was a testament to that. "Yeah, of course. Have fun, go hard." "No worries about that, my friend." My brother winked at me. "You may want to invest in some earplugs tonight... or maybe some more tissues of your own." He turned back to his game. I was confused as to his comment about me getting some tissues. I understood of course that it was about me jacking off, but why would he think that related to his fucking Klara? The more I thought about it though, as I walked back to my room the more the image of my brother plowing his girlfriend burned itself into my imagination, until by the time I arrived in my bedroom, I was rock hard, unable to get my clothes off fast enough and my hand around my uncut dick. I tried to pull my porn out, from under my mattress, but I couldn't find it, and was too frantic to be able to look properly for it. I was entirely ashamed, but overwhelmingly aroused as I poured lube between my ass cheeks and fingered myself, only able to picture Bruno entering me. Within minutes I was shooting as much cum as your average thirteen year old is capable. I was suddenly obsessed with my brother. This fantasy had appeared out of nowhere, and would not leave my head. I decided to go for swim, to cool off. By the time I was finished, it was time for dinner, and I dressed before making my way down to the dining room, where my mother and Bruno were waiting. Dinner was a quiet affair. My father was away once again, and very little was said. I could not bring myself to even look at my brother, who ate very quickly before asking to be excused. My mother raised her eyebrows, wondering at the rush, but released him. I continued to eat for a while longer, before returning to my room. I tried to read a book, but I couldn't concentrate. I tried television, but nothing kept my interest. This was ridiculous, but the thought of my brother, and the effect it had on me, was so strong, and I decided I could no longer avoid thinking about him. I thought of the cum coated tissues in his room, the raw stench of sex as one walked past. I had to have something of his to jack off with, a pair of stained underwear, something. I slipped into the hallway, wearing only a t-shirt and underwear. I could hear that the television in the sitting room was still on. I assumed the two were watching a movie together before the night began. As I reached the door to my brother's bedroom, I realised how very wrong I was. The door was opened as wide as it could be, and one the opposite of the bed I could see my brother, who was facing me, completely naked, standing over Klara, who lay on the bed. I couldn't see very much of her, only the top of her head and her legs in the air. I could, however see my brother staring right at me with a smirk on his face, like he'd known I'd come, and he'd been waiting. I watched him, as he kept eye contact with me, pulling his cock out of his girlfriend, who I had disregarded, and waved it towards me, giving me a good look at the long shaft and the thick hair surrounding it. I couldn't rip my eyes away as he put it back where it had come from, and thrusting wildly, roughly inside. With Klara's legs around his waist and the angle I was at, it would've been just as easy to view her as a boy rather than a girl, which is the image that was burning itself into my mind. Coming to my senses, I snapped out of my cock fueled stupor, and unfroze, running back to my bedroom and slamming the door behind me. I was too shocked to even touch myself as I fell back into my bed. What did this mean? Was my brother onto me? Was he trying to mess with me? The thought of my missing porn from earlier sprung into my mind and I found myself once again searching under my mattress for it. It had definitely disappeared, and I felt the blood drain from my face. I dragged myself back into bed, under the covers, and fell asleep wondering what was possibly happening in my life. Waking up the next morning, the thought of my brother had disappeared from my mind; I'd forgotten the whole incident in my foggy state. I treated my morning wood to plenty of lube and enthusiasm, before dragging myself out of bed and opening the curtains, dressing. I was oblivious to the memories of last night, right up until I opened my bedroom door, heading down to breakfast, when I saw them. Right outside my bedroom door was a clear message from my brother: a stained, sticky pair of boxer briefs. I paled in shock. This was the start of something that could go terribly wrong. ________________________________________________________________________ As always, I do encourage you to contact me at ltkevnger@icloud.com, I'm always thrilled to hear from you all, positive or negative. Hope you've enjoyed this first chapter, the next should be coming soon. M.V.