Date: Thu, 05 Aug 1999 16:38:01 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Big Brother's Servant t/b M/t M/m/F oral anal incest bi This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be used without his express permission.Private persons and no others are given permission to have one (1) electronic and/or one (1) printed copy of this work. ASSGM and Nifty are given permission to archive this work. All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are not of the legal age or mindset, go no further but remove this material from your possession forthwith. If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. This story was sort of odd to write, and I'm really not sure how it turned out. I'd really like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd like me to write about. I only hear from one or two people on each story and that's not much feedback for all the work I put into writing these. I'd really like to hear from you so I'll have some idea how I'm doing. Thanks. I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you. Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution. Jon Big Brother's Servant by Jon Hold Jon Hold Copyright )1999 by the author (t/b M/t M/m/F oral anal incest bi) My big brother had raised me since I was eight years old. He was only six years older than me when our parents were killed in a car wreck, but our Aunt and Uncle owned a small house at the edge of town and let us live there together. Our family was Italian-Irish and very close. My dad was the Italian half, and a bunch of his brothers and sisters and cousins lived in our farming community and kind of looked out for us. But it was Tony that I looked to, and admired more than anyone. We shared a bed in the tiny house's only bedroom, so I got to see Tony naked from the time we moved in there. I tried to be there every time he'd change clothes or take a bath. Tony didn't mind my seeing him without clothes on and I certainly liked to look. Even at fourteen Tony was really hairy and his body fuzz was a source of much admiration from my young eyes. At night Tony and I only wore shorts to bed and if I wanted him to, he'd let me cuddle up to him and he'd hold me in his strong arms until I went to sleep. Tony started doing odd jobs after school and on the weekends, doing his best to support us without asking for anything from our relatives. They insisted on helping us anyway, and the women made sure there was always plenty of homemade food in the house, but Tony liked to be independent and earned all the money we needed himself. I wanted to help, but wasn't very big, so I started taking care of the house. I kept everything neat and clean and Tony showed me how to do the laundry and how to cook. He'd always tell me how good I took care of him, and that made me feel better than anything. Before long we developed a pretty regular schedule. I'd play with my friends for an hour or so after school and then go home and start dinner and clean the house. When Tony got home I'd help him get undressed for the bath I'd have ready for him and we'd get in tub together. Daddy had always helped us bathe right up to the time he died, and Tony and I just kept doing that, only we bathed each other now instead of Daddy doing it. The first time Tony washed me, he didn't do it just like Daddy had. I cried because he didn't love me like daddy did and after that Tony washed me just like daddy had, including washing under my foreskin and the inside of the hole in my bottom. Tony's fingers weren't as big as Daddy's but somehow they felt just as good washing my insides as Daddy's had. When Tony was done washing me, it would be my turn to wash him, and Tony soon learned how much I liked washing him, so he'd just relax and let me take care of him. I'd have him sit down in the tub and I'd kneel down over his legs so I could shampoo his thick, black hair. Tony really liked to have his hair shampooed and he'd moan and groan the whole time, so I'd take my time and wash his hair really carefully. When I was done washing his hair, I'd rinse him with the pail and then put cream rinse on his hair and let it soak in. Then I'd sit down on his legs and take the bar soap and wash his hands and arms and under his arms and across his chest right down to the water line. I'd have to scoot forward and reach under his arms to wash his back, but that felt really good. All of this would take a while because I really liked feeling the hair all over Tony's body and touching all his big hard muscles. When I was finally done washing Tony's upper parts I'd help him stand up. He'd hold onto the shower bar and I'd stay squatted down on my knees. Tony would put his feet one at a time into my lap so I could wash his feet and up his legs over the knees. The hair on his legs was really rough and springy instead of soft like on his chest, but that just made washing his legs even more interesting because of the patterns I could make in the soapy hair. When his lower legs were clean, I'd get up on my knees and use both hands to soap and clean each of Tony's muscular thighs. I especially liked it when my agile fingers would become entwined in curly matt of hair in Tony's crotch. Tony's crotch hair was really thick and tightly curled. I'd bury my fingertips deeply into the thicket in order to wash the skin underneath and Tony would push his groin against my fingers so I could wash him really good. I'd be extra careful washing Tony's balls because were really sensitive and I didn't want to hurt him. Tony just used one hand to wash both of my balls at the same time, but I had to use both hands to wash each of Tony's balls because they were so big. Tony really liked it when I washed his balls. He'd put a hand on my head so that he could tap me if I got too rough, lean back against the wall and spread his legs. I really liked the feeling of Tony's hand on my head and of him of being in charge while I cleaned him . Next, I'd reach between Tony's legs and give his butt a good washing. Tony would finally squat down a little so I could reach my hands deep into the crack of his butt. Tony only had to use one finger to wash me out really good, or sometimes two fingers, but I always had to use three or four fingers to wash out Tony's hole. Sometimes Tony would want to be extra clean for a date or something so he'd take hold of my wrist and help me get my hand all the way inside of him right down to the thumb. That way I could use my fingers to clean off the sides of Tony's hole really good. Tony seemed to really like it when I did that. The last thing I'd do would be to pull down, hand over hand, on Tony's penis skin to wash it. Sometimes, especially if I'd washed Tony and his hole really good, his penis would be all swollen up or even get really, really hard. Then I'd have to be extra careful because Tony didn't like to get soap under his foreskin and I was supposed to pull back his foreskin and wash off under there just using a stream of water from the pail and my bare hand. When Tony would get hard, I really liked it. Partly because I'd get hard too, and that felt good, but mostly because I liked the feel of Tony's thing when it was hard like that and because it seemed to make my big brother feel so good. When Tony was completely clean, I'd pull the plug on the old fashioned bathtub and Tony would start the shower so we could rinse the rest of the soap off of each other. Tony would lift me out of the tub and set me down on fuzzy bathroom rug and dry me off with one of the big towels. Then I'd help Tony dry off. Tony would dry his top half and I'd dry everything from his waist down. When we were both dry Tony would give me a kiss and thank me for taking such good care of him. Then I'd wrap my arms around Tony's neck and kiss him back and thank him for being my big brother and for loving me so much. Tony would help me into my fresh underpants and usually I'd help Tony get into his. Sometimes, especially if his thing was still really hard, Tony would take his underpants from me and tell me to go get dinner on the table. He'd come out a few minutes later and his thing would be soft inside of his underpants. Tony and I would just wear our underpants for the rest of the evening unless it was especially cold or one of our female relatives came by to visit. After dinner Tony would thank me for my work that day and for the good food. If I'd done really good that day, Tony would say, "Thank you, Sweetheart" just like my Dad used to if I'd been really good. Sometimes that would make me want to cry, but just because it made me feel so proud. After dinner, Tony would help me with the dishes and then we'd do our homework. We'd both sit at the kitchen table and Tony would help me if I was having trouble, and sometimes I'd help Tony memorize stuff and learn his new spelling words. We really enjoyed working together like that. When our homework was done we'd either play a game together or watch some TV until bedtime. If I'd been good, Tony would let me cuddle up in his lap to watch TV. Being able to sit in his lap in just my small underpants with his solid, hairy body under me was the best and most secure thing in my young life. On Saturday's Tony usually had work lined up for the whole day, so he'd get up really early. I'd always get up as soon as he started to move and make him a good breakfast and pack him a lunch if he was going to need one. I really loved doing things for my wonderful big brother. I could cook eggs just the way he liked them (over medium with NO runny white) and got one of my aunts to show me how to make omelets so he could have one if he wanted to. I'd often have things to do with my friends from school, but I'd always be home in plenty of time to make sure the house was cleaned really good and to have a really good dinner ready for Tony. On Sundays, we'd sleep in late, sometimes just playing around in bed before getting up and putting on our good clothes. We'd sit with our family in church and join one group or another of our family for Sunday dinner right after church. Then we'd go home and change our clothes and work around the house together doing stuff that I couldn't do alone. Working with Tony on Sunday afternoons was something that I treasured. Sometimes Tony would want to be alone in bathroom or bedroom and sometimes at night I'd wake up because Tony was making the whole bed shake. It didn't take me long to figure out that Tony was playing with his thing and that it seemed to make him feel really good. Tony didn't seem to want to talk about it, so I didn't bother him, but I started figuring out ways to watch him while he did that without him noticing what I was doing. Or, at least he could pretend that I wasn't here or wasn't seeing and hearing what he was doing. Lots of times my thing would get hard and tingle while I watching Tony. Tony's thing was so big around that even his big hands wouldn't fit all the way around it, and the end of it was even bigger around. Lots of liquid stuff would leak out of Tony's thing while he was playing with it until he finally squirted a whole bunch of white stuff all over the place. Tony always tried to catch the white stuff in his hand, and then he'd lick it up so it didn't make a mess. Sometimes I'd find dried up spots of the stuff on his underpants or on the sheets when I made up the bed or was washing the dirty clothes. The dried stuff smelled really nice and had a funny sort of taste. I really wanted to find out what Tony's stuff tasted like before it dried. I'd always smell Tony's underpants to see if they needed extra bleach, but mostly just because I liked the smell Tony left on his clothes, especially if he'd been working hard. One night I woke up and was watching Tony play with his thing when he shot off and a big glob of his white stuff landed on my cheek. Before he noticed, my tongue darted out of my mouth and licked most of the stuff up. I almost moaned because it tasted so good. I couldn't believe how the stuff coated my tongue and the taste just exploded in my mouth. I loved it and wanted some more, but didn't want to upset Tony, so I just lay there quietly while he finished. When he was done Tony looked around and noticed the leftovers glistening on my cheek in the moonlight. He leaned over the top of me and licked it off. I moved up against him and put my arms around his neck. He snuggled me up close and tucked my head under his chin. Minutes later we were both happily back asleep, my mouth still tingling with the taste of my big brother. The seasons went by with few changes in our lives except we grew closer and closer together. We both did well in school and Tony was taking correspondence courses from the State University by the time he was in his sophomore year of High School. I kept watching Tony every time I had a chance but nothing else really happened until my own penis had started to grow and feel funny. One night I wasn't able to get to sleep and was just laying there quietly so I didn't disturb Tony. I was thinking about a lot of stuff and was sort of distracted when I noticed the bed moving. I opened my eyes to a slit and, sure enough, Tony was going at it again. I just had to know what this was all about. "What'cha do'in, Tony?" I asked quietly. Startled, Tony dropped his thing and tried to pull the sheets back up to cover himself. I held the sheets down with one hand. "Please don't hide it, Tony. I've seen you do that lots of times, and I'd like to know what it is." Tony took a deep breath, and then relaxed. "OK, Sprout. I guess you're getting old enough to know. Your dick's been getting bigger, so I guess you ought to know what's going on." Tony told me all about how I was going to grow up and develop like he had. You know, get hair and make sperm and stuff. I wanted to know if I was going to get all hairy like him and he said he didn't know. That he was dark haired and hairy like Daddy, but that I was blond like granddad, momma's daddy, so maybe I'd be smooth like granddad too. I kinda hoped I'd be smooth like granddad because Tony seemed to like me without any hair. Then I asked Tony if my sperm would taste as good as his and he was really surprised and wanted to know how I knew what his sperm tasted like so I told him about licking his dried sperm off the sheets and out of his shorts, but how I liked his fresh sperm better. So then I had to tell him about licking it off my cheek and sometimes being able to find some on the sheets after he went to sleep. Tony seemed to be a little bit worried about that but I wanted to know about how to make the sperm come out so he told me about making love to a woman. I thought that was kind of interesting but wanted to know about how he did it by himself. He told me that was called "masturbation", "jacking off", "beating off", or "beating the meat" but it took me two days to talk him into showing me how to do that. ***** Friday night Tony was supposed to take me to the movies but it started to rain so we decided to stay home. After dinner we started to watch TV, but there wasn't anything very good on so we turned it off and took a nice long, hot bath together. Tony washed me like usual but I took a really long time washing him, doing everything I could to make him feel good and very special. I washed his hair three times and he loved that. When I got between his legs I washed him so good that the lubrication stuff was just drooling out of him like a leaky faucet. I kept licking it up. He tried to tell me not to do that but I just told him I didn't want it to make the bath water messy, so he finally gave up. That stuff wasn't as strong tasting as Tony's sperm, but it was really delicious anyway. Tony finally said he was getting cold and made me rinse him off. I didn't want too, but he started tickling me and I had to do what he wanted. We dried each other off and Tony wanted me to leave him in the bathroom alone but I insisted that he'd said he'd make me some popcorn in the fireplace so he ended up following me out to the kitchen with is big hard-on making a tent in the front of his underpants. Tony used grandma's old long handled covered pan to make the popcorn and then we ate it and played Risk, laying on the rug in front of the fireplace and eating hot popcorn. After the first game I said I was too hot and took off my underpants. Tony told me to put them back on but I refused and we ended up wrestling. I ended up pulling off Tony's underpants and then we wrestled so he could get them back. That was the most fun I could remember having since daddy and mommy died. Tony could have beat me any time he wanted to, but he let me win, sitting on his chest and declaring that he couldn't have his underpants back until tomorrow. We went back to playing Risk and Tony beat me all three games and said it was time to go to bed. We cleaned up our mess and made sure the screen was secure in front of the fireplace and then ran into the bedroom and snuggled up together to get warm. I started bugging Tony again about showing me how to masturbate and he finally said okay. I jumped out of bed and lit the gas heater which quickly heated up the small bedroom. As soon as the room was warm I turned the gas down all the way and turned on the small lamp next to the bed. Then I crawled back up to the bed and pulled the covers down off of Tony and sat on the bed next to him. Tony was bashful at first but started showing me how his penis would get hard when he touched it. Mine was already hard, but he had me touch it anyway so I'd know what it felt like. Tony soon realized that I really was interested in learning from him and wasn't just teasing him. Once he knew I was serious Tony really tried to show me all his best moves. I moved close to him so I could see real good and was amazed at all Tony could do with his dick. First off, Tony's dick seemed totally wonderful to me. Instead of the very slender four inch erection I produced, Tony's was a real mans organ. Even at fourteen Tony had a really nice patch of pubic hair, much more than his friend Scott who spent the night every once in a while. Tony didn't have any hair on his belly yet, or very much on his legs, and only a few hairs on the sack that held his balls, but the patch surmounting his cockshaft was really nice and thick. I loved washing him there because his hair felt so springy under my fingers. Tony's dick itself really amazed me. Soft, like I mostly saw it, there was a soft, fat tube completely covered by his loose and floppy foreskin. If it was warm, Tony's balls hung way down in his loose sack and his dick hung down too. About four inches of that beautifully smooth tube would hang there and swing from side to side as Tony walked. I loved watching him move like that. When it was cold, Tony's balls would pull up tight under his cock and it would stick out frontwards, arching over those big globes. I could always tell when Tony's balls were pulled up, even when his was dressed because of the big bulge his cock would make in his pants. Those balls were often the focus of my attention. They fascinated me. I knew that they made the man juice that could make a woman pregnant and I wanted to know more about them. Tony's were nothing like my little peanuts. His were big heavy globes that rolled around inside of the big sac that completely filled the space between Tony's thighs. I loved watching as the sac would pull Tony's balls up and down and the way everything moved when Tony walked. More than anything, I wanted to investigate Tony's balls and see what was so special about them. Tony's dick interested me almost as much as his balls, especially when it was hard like it was now. Tony's squishy, floppy four inches swelled and swelled until it jutted out of his pubic hair and balls over seven inches and as big around as my wrist. The other thing was that Tony was really leaky. I mean, when he got excited and hard like it was now he made a lot of clear gooey stuff that got all over his hand and dick. Tony was running his hand up and down the shaft of his cock now, pulling his foreskin back and forth over the end of his cock. When Tony was soft his cock was really smooth, coming out of his pubic hair and hanging down in one thick, pale, smooth curve until the foreskin pulled together over the end of Tony's shaft. But now his cockhead was swollen up even bigger than his shaft, like a big mushroom sitting on the end of his cock. Every time Tony pulled his foreskin back I could see the big ridge flaring out like an umbrella over Tony's shaft and balls. I asked Tony why it got big like that and he told me that was the most sensitive part of his dick and that it swole up like that so that when he put it inside of a woman it would feel really good to both of them. Then he told me that another reason was that when he came, made his juice, inside of a woman his big cockhead would fill up her hole and force his juice to get her pregnant instead of leaking out. I asked Tony why he was leaking so much and he told me that stuff was lubricant to make it easy for him to fuck a woman and because his dick was so big, he made lots more than the other boys. I asked him if I could touch it to see how slippery it was and he said, "Sure," and pulled his foreskin back and held his cock still for me. First I looked very carefully and saw how the stuff was coming out of his pee slit in a steady pulsing sort of flow. Tony squeezed his dick and I smiled in delight as a big old glob of the stuff bubbled out and flowed all over the head of Tony's dick. We both laughed and I reached over and touched the stuff and it really was slippery, letting my finger glide all over the head of Tony's dick really easily. Tony's legs spread apart further and his leg muscles got really hard and sort of trembly as I guided my finger around the head of Tony's dick. Tony's free hand reached down between his legs and started playing with his big balls and the skin that led back to his butt and he started moaning and making even more juice. I asked Tony what was the matter and he said that I was making him feel so good he was about to cum. I reached up and got Tony's slippery juice all over my hands and then put both my hands around the big knob at the end of Tony's dick. Tony grabbed the insides of his thighs and arched way up into the air, making his dick push right up through my hands. His balls pulled up really tight underneath of his weiner and he moaned and gasped for air as a huge stream of white stuff came out of the end of his cock and splashed down on his face and chest. He closed his eyes when his cum hit his face and I decided I wasn't going to let any more of Tony's cum go to waste, ever again. I held his foreskin down off of his cockhead, which had swollen up really big, and without really thinking put my mouth over the end of Tony's dick. His next spurt filled my mouth up with the most wonderful taste in the world, my brothers hot cum before straight from inside his body. Tony shot again and I could feel his sperm starting to leak out of my mouth. I didn't want that to happen so I pushed my mouth down hard until my lips were trapped behind the big flared rim at the base of Tony's glans. He was right. It was big enough to keep any of the sperm from leaking out and being wasted. But then he shot again and all that sperm and pressure had to go somewhere and white sperm blasted out of my nose. Blowing and snorting to get air and swallowing as fast as I could I just barely made room for Tony's next spurt and some of that came out of my nose too. Tony let go of his thighs and tried to pull me off of his spurting rod but I held on tight and pushed my teeth against his tender cockhead to make him stop. Tony just held onto my head after that and shot three more big globs into my mouth before collapsing back down to the bed. I almost lost his cock then, but managed to follow him down. I laid down beside Tony and put my head on his belly. I snorted my nose until I could breath easily again. Tony's sperm sort of burned the inside of my nose but I loved the feeling of knowing that was Tony's juice inside of me doing that and anyway, the smell was wonderful. We lay there like that, Tony holding my head on his belly with me nursing on the head of his cock until every bit of his juice quit coming out. I reached down and squeezed his balls gently, but nothing else would leak out of his dick into my hungry mouth. I finally let Tony's cock loose from my mouth and started licking up the cum off of his belly and cockshaft and my hands where it had shot out of my nose. Tony feebly tried to stop me but I just ignored him and cleaned him up until he was as spotlessly clean as he had been before we started. Once I was done, Tony pulled me up on top of him and gave me a big kiss on the lips just like daddy used to do. I started to cry and Tony tried to comfort me, licking up my tears and his cum from my face and kissing my lips and nose and cheeks just like daddy did before he died. Then he held me just like daddy did when I was sad, laying down on his belly with his arm across my back. Tony even covered my butt with his hand and let one of his fingers push up inside of my behind. I spread my legs across Tony's waist just like I did with daddy when he held me like this except that daddy was so big that I used to spread my legs across his belly. I liked laying on Tony even better than daddy, because I could feel his cock laying between our bellies. Tony held me for a long time, massaging my butt and hole with one hand and rubbing my back with his other hand. I cried and cried, but Tony just patiently held me and kissed my forehead from time to time. When I finally quit crying Tony started to apologize for cumming in my mouth. I told him that's not why I was crying and when he asked why, I told him that I really missed daddy and wished that he could be here to show us how to do this right. Tony held me tight and started crying himself which got me started crying again. We held each other tightly and Tony suddenly grabbed me hard and kissed my lips as hard as he could. He slid a second finger inside of my butt and I felt his dick get really hard against my tummy. Tony started pushing his hard-on into my belly really hard and I felt the hot slippery wetness of his sperm fill the space between us. That was the very first time I came. I didn't have any juice yet, but I pushed back at Tony just as hard as he was pushing against me and didn't even notice when he put a third finger inside of me as I bit into his lip and shuddered all over. I got really funny feeling, sort of like someone had hit me in the head really hard, except that it felt fantastically good instead of hurting. When I finally came back from whatever wonderful place I'd gone to, Tony laughed and asked me if I liked that. I just laughed and pushed back until I could start licking Tony's sperm off of his belly and cock. Tony urged me on this time instead of trying to stop me, even pulling his fingers out of my butt and swatting my ass a few times as he pointed out spots that I'd missed before sticking all three fingers back up inside of me. He tried just putting one back in the first time, but I complained so he swatted me again and stuck all three fingers back inside of me. I told him that was more like it. Tony had always swatted me, my daddy telling him that he was my big brother and that it was his responsibility to keep me out of trouble, but this was the first time that his swatting me made me tingle all over like that. I kept missing spots on purpose so that Tony would have an excuse to swat me. He finally asked me if I was doing that on purpose and I just laughed at him and said, "Yes". Tony said that he'd fix my clock and sat up, swinging his feet over the side of the bed and pulling me over his lap at the same time. He started off just lightly spanking me for the fun of it but I called him a sissy and said he was a wimpy spanker, nothing like daddy and Tony was soon giving my butt what-for! The harder and longer he spanked me the more excited I got. It didn't really hurt at all, it just made me feel hot and excited all over. My dick was stiff and so was Tony's. I started to cum again and Tony jammed three big fingers up my butt and started hunching his hard- on into my belly which just made me cum even harder. I was yelling and humping against Tony's leg as he punched his fingers deeper and deeper into my ass and started to spew his load against my stomach again. On the up-stroke, I slid off of Tony's lap and fell to my knees between his legs. Like a starving man I jammed his spewing cockhead into my mouth and sucked out his sperm until his nuts were the size of green peas. Well, not really, but that's what Tony said they felt like the next day. Once I had Tony cleaned up he fell backwards into the bed where he started snoring almost immediately. I climbed up into bed next to Tony and laid my head on his belly and put his flaccid cock into my mouth. Tony pulled the sheet up over the both of us and laid his hand on my back as we drifted happily off to sleep. We were to spend many more nights sleeping like that, but did know it at the time. Being between Tony's legs and making him happy became the most important things in my life. The next morning I woke up to the feeling of Tony stroking my back. "Think you could let go of that thing so I can go pee?" Tony said softly. I responded by starting to suck on the flesh that filled my mouth. Tony's morning erection had spread my jaws and it was easy for me to lock my teeth behind the corona of Tony's cock and keep him from getting away from me. Tony sat up and swatted my butt, hard! I let his cock thump loose to his belly as I abruptly sat up and started rubbing my butt, "Ouch!" I said sullenly. "That hurt." Tony swatted my ass again before crawling out of bed and heading for the bathroom. "Do what you're told or you'll get worse than that, Sprout!" Still rubbing my ass, I followed Tony into the bathroom and stood next to him as we relieved the pressure in our bladders. We went through the rest of our morning routine just as quietly as we usually did except that just before we left the house for school Tony kissed me on the lips and said, "Thanks for last night, Sprout. That was really special." I just smiled and spent the rest of the day in sort of a happy daze. I went straight home after school instead of playing with my friends. I needed the extra time because I had decided to make a pork roast with rosemary just the way Tony liked it. Tony got home late and I was pretty frustrated because the roast was almost overcooked. Tony had helped unload a big truck at the hardware store. The job had paid well because not only had the trucker paid him, but Mr. Heines, who owned the store gave Tony a bonus because he had worked so hard and stacked everything just the way Mr. Heines liked it. Tony put the money in the egg jar and I told him to wash his hands at the kitchen sink because dinner had to be right now, we'd take our baths after dinner tonight. Tony was kind of tired, but he really enjoyed dinner and kept complementing me, even saying that I could make pork roast even better than mama had. That made both of us a little bit sad, but it also made me feel really proud and special. Anyway, we were soon talking about how the money he'd made gave us enough to pay all the bills and it wasn't even the middle of the month yet. We were in a pretty good mood by the time we did the dishes together. Tony asked me if I had any homework and I said that I did, but that it wasn't due until Friday. He said that it was the same for him and that he was tired, did I want to skip homework tonight and just take a bath and go to be early. Never one to miss a chance to skip homework, I readily agreed and we soon headed for the bathroom. Tony was especially loving that night as he washed me. He even asked me if I preferred him using one or two fingers to wash out my bottom. We tried it both ways and I told him that it felt like he did a much better job using two fingers. Tony agreed that it seemed to work better and used two fingers to wash me out from there on. When it was my turn to wash Tony I tried something new. I had Tony scooch forward a bit and got behind him on my knees. I started washing his hair and he drew his feet up and put his knees against the sides of the tub. Leaning forward he rested his elbows over his knees and then held his head between his palms. This made him comfortable and gave me good access to his hair and back, armpits and chest, down into the crack of his butt and even into his butthole if he'd shift forward a little bit, which he always did. Not only could I wash him easily and thoroughly in this position, but washing and rinsing his hair was much easier because he didn't have to move his head to prevent the soap and water from getting into his eyes and nose. The biggest bonus for me however was that I had to straddle his back, forcing me to rub my groin back and forth across my brothers wonderfully muscled back in order to wash his shoulders, neck and hair. I loved the feeling and Tony never said anything or objected, even after I got older and was able to use the position to cum all over his back. As a payback to Tony for permitting this liberty, I totally refused to use soap on his genitals any longer. When he stood up so I could wash the rest of him, his belly and feet and legs. But then I'd drain the tub and turn on the shower and rinse all the soap off of both Tony and me. Then I'd get back on my knees and clean Tony's genitals. That first day, Tony tried to stop me, but I started crying, saying that he didn't love me and that daddy would have let me clean Him. Tony, loving as always and frustrated on how to handle me, relented and I began by using my tongue to clean Tony's balls and up into the dark area between his strong thighs. Tony completely surrendered to my ministrations and collapsed, leaning against the wall with his legs spread and buckled outwards. Tony got to the point where he could keep this position for hours and I would never come out of there until he was ready to fall down. In this position I could lick and suck and nurse, smell and taste and feel all that Tony had to offer me, and that was considerable. Even after the hardest days work Tony's body never developed offensive odors. The most intensive labor did nothing but enrich and intensify Tony's full and masculine scent. The worst fight we ever got into was the day Tony came home with some of the new body deodorant. He used it just once. The container still sits on a shelf in our medicine cabinet as a reminder -- to both of us. Anyway, back to that first night. I was having a wonderful time, laving Tony's balls and creases with my tongue and sucking his balls into my mouth to let them soak so I could nurse on them and then lick them off again. Tony held out as long as he could moaning and groaning and gasping for breath, but his legs finally started shaking and it looked like he might fall down so I figured I'd better get a move on. I stuck two fingers into my mouth and then pushed them up Tony's spread butt. It wasn't until later that I figured out that by turning around underneath of him I could get my mouth up there and clean him up and lubricate him deeply with my tongue, so I just spit on my fingers this time before invading Tony's backside. As my fingers were worming their way up into the billowy cushions of Tony's interior I used my other hand and lips to push the velveteen smoothness of his foreskin back so that the apex of his maleness could fill my mouth. As the pursed hole of the soft foreskin opened up a half-teaspoon or more of Tony's fabulous clear appetizer and lubricant poured out on my tongue. As the foreskin moved further back and my lips settled behind the abrupt transition from cockhead to pulsing shaft I discovered another bonus. Washing Tony this way gave me full access to the days production of headcheese. I had had hints of this smell and taste before, but never the full-flavored and scented intensity that exploded inside of my mouth as the white masculine excretion was exposed inside of my mouth. The tissues inside of my nose swelled and began weeping to better experience Tony's lush masculine stench. Redolent of the aromatic bouquet of a male harem or a high school lockerroom, this almost transcendental perfume lifted me into the heights of ecstasy and a shuddering, if dry, orgasm as my tongue furrowed its pointed tip through the small pillow-puffs of white euphoria. The trembling and grasping of my orgasm trapped body as my tongue wrapped itself around Tony's hair-triggered corona was more than he could take. As the passionate convulsions racked through my body, Tony offered me the highest tribute any man can accord by bestowing me with his male essence. My mouth filled with his clotted offering and my eyes opened to stare into his as he held my head to his loins and purged himself of his second portion to me. On purpose I let it back up and gush from my nose, showing him that I had received his benefaction. I swallowed deeply and obviously to show him how much I appreciated his present to me just in time to fully receive his third offering. As the creamy salty warmth penetrated me, Tony shifted his hips forward and for the first time he penetrated past my glottis into my throat. We both struggled to keep that opening plugged while Tony repeatedly inseminated my throat directly with the remainder of his offering. Tony slid down the wall until he was sitting on the edge of the tub, dazed and exhausted. I struggled to pull back off of his distended mushroom and cleaned up every speck of Tony's fluids from his organs and my face before the gentle rain from the showerhead could wash it away. I turned off the shower and Tony just moaned like a zombie as I guided and aided him out of the bathtub and wrapped a couple of the big bathtowels around him. I supported Tony into the bedroom and laid him down on the towels on my side of the bed. Using the free ends of the towels I dried Tony off and then gently rolled him over onto his side of the bed. I used his damp towels to dry myself as well as I could and then climbed into bed with Tony. He had rolled over on his back and I pulled the sheet and covers up over us and then, hesitantly, crawled under the covers and put my head on Tony's stomach and lifted his penis gently into my mouth. Instead of rejecting me as I was afraid he might in his post-orgasmic lethargy, Tony reached down and pushed my head lower, closer to his pubes and used his other hand to push his flaccid organ deeper into my mouth as if to insure against the loss of its warm receptacle. A tear, of joy, of acceptance, of love seeped out of my eye as Tony laid one hand on my back and the other on my head -- and we slept. That day marked the true beginning of Tony's dominance over me and my eager acceptance of my position as Tony's servant. Outside of the house we acted much as anyone would expect two loving brothers to act, depending on each other and arguing and tussling over even the most minor things. Inside of our house and on our property I gloried in being Tony's servant, trying to discern his needs before he even knew he wanted something. Keeping the house spotless and learning to cook so well that Tony considered going out to dinner a disappointment. Tony, for his part, provided me with the structure and guidance I needed in my life. He was the strength and determination and thoughtful guide that kept our lives on track. He disciplined me whenever I needed it and set my goals for me. He filled the empty place in my heart the loss of our father had left and did his best to make sure that I never felt alone or neglected. Sometimes I'd get into odd moods and not do something Tony had told me to do just so I could get a spanking. Tony seemed to know when this was happening and instead of giving me three or four swats across my britches, he'd make a big deal of making me follow him into the bedroom and strip off all of my clothes. Then he'd put me across his knees and spank my ass until it was flaming red and I was bawling and begging him to make me be a good boy. Once we got to that point, he'd put his fingers up inside of me and we'd talk about whatever it was that was bothering me, a few spanks now and then helping him to make a point or to get me to say what I needed to say. We had had several sessions like that when Tony got very busy, both with school work and some after school jobs that suddenly became very time-consuming. I started feeling neglected, even though Tony was doing everything he could to support us and to take care of me I reacted like a spoiled brat and started making Tony's life miserable at home. He took it for a couple of days, telling me that we could have some time together that weekend, before he finally exploded. He came home from a really hard day and nearly flunking a math test to find the house messy and no dinner cooked. Tony stripped me naked and drug me by the arm out onto the back porch. He put his pocket knife in my hand and told me to go cut him a peach switch. It was still daylight and the back yard was exposed. The neighbors or anyone going by could see me out there. I told Tony I wouldn't do it and he said, "Fine" and went back inside and locked the door. I pounded on the door and demanded that he open it up and let me inside. He just sat in his chair and ignored me. I finally started begging him to let me back inside but he still ignored me. I gave up and ran out to the peach tree and cut off one of the little suckers and ran back up on the porch with it. Showing it to Tony through the glass in the door, I finally got him to come open the door. He took the twig out of my hands and busted it between his fingers and threw it on the ground. "Get me a proper switch, shit-for-brains!" He slammed the door in my face and locked it again. I kicked the door and screamed in rage but Tony just sat down to wait like he had all the time in the world. I gave up and went back out to the tree and selected a long, soft water sucker and cut it loose from the base of the peach tree. I showed it to Tony through the window and he came to the door and took the water sucker from me. He felt of it and then broke it across the backs of my calves, which stung like crazy. He handed it back to me and said, "Three strikes and you can spend the night outside." I knew better than to think Tony was kidding. I turned around to go get a proper switch and saw a couple of kids watching me from the woods behind our house. I squared my shoulders and marched across the yard to the peach tree and cut a heavy sucker off the trunk and walked back to the porch just like it was something I did every day. The boys watched my nakididty with wide-open eyes, knowing exactly what that switch was for and knowing that I was going to get it right across my naked ass. Tony let me into the house and pointed to the bedroom without saying a word. I walked into the bedroom ahead of him and he picked up a coil of soft rope from the bed. He tied my hands together so that I couldn't get loose, but so that the circulation wasn't cut off either. He looped the end of the rope over a peg high up in the wall and tied it off so that my hands were way over my head, but I wasn't really stretched out. Then Tony got behind me, and without a word started in on me. He worked his way from my ankles up my calves and thighs, up over my butt and across my back up to my shoulders. Spacing the red slashes four or five seconds and an inch or so apart, Tony gave me some idea of just exactly how unhappy he was with my behavior. When he finally got done, Tony laid the switch down on my side of the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard him wash his hands and then take a pee. He washed his hands again and then came back into the bedroom. He picked up the switch and moved over to my other side. I began to beg him, tears in my eyes and pleading, to please, please not switch me any more. As if he here totally deaf Tony began at the top of my thighs and crossed all the switch marks on my ass, making an equal, but exactly opposite pattern on the tender flesh with that same even paced monotonous pace that allowed the pain of one slash fully develop just before the next wasp-stinging thread landed. Tony reached the top of my buttocks and waited for over a minute to let me adjust to the new feeling before quickly landing five lashes, as hard as he could just above where my thighs met my buttocks. I was still gasping for air when he laid the switch back down on my side of the bed and left the room. I heard him make himself some dinner and eat it and then wash the dishes alone. He sat quietly for a while after that and then I heard him go into the bathroom. He used the toilet and then bathed himself and brushed his teeth. He came into the bedroom and without saying a word inspected my bonds and then got into his side of the bed without disturbing my side of the bed or the switch at all. As far as I know, he went straight to sleep because he never moved again until he got up early the next morning. I could see the stripes on my legs, back and behind in the mirror on the closet door whenever the moon would shine through the window. Tony had done a nearly perfect job of laying the stripes on me and they were stinging and itching like crazy as they dried with the peach sap sill in the wounds. He got up the next morning, used the bathroom and got dressed. Checked my bonds and left the house without even having breakfast. He got home early that night and came in to check on me first thing. He checked my stripes for any infection and made sure my bonds weren't cutting off my circulation. He didn't seem to even notice where I hadn't been able to hold it in any longer and had both pee'd and crapped on the floor. He left the bedroom and I heard him make himself some dinner. A while after that he came back into the bedroom and untied the rope from the peg and let me collapse to the floor against the side wall. He took out his super-sharp pocket knife and cut a rectangle out of the carpet where I'd pee'd and shit on it. He folded the carpet over and picked it up. Taking the rope in his other hand, he led me out back. He dropped the rope and got down on his knees. He arranged the carpet inside of the old dog-house and then stood up and untied my hands. "If you want to act like that, you can stay in your own house." he said, and then walked back into our home. I stood there, exhausted and crying until I noticed the same two boys watching me from the woods. I carefully wiped the tears from my eyes and then turned around so they could see what happened to bad little boys and walked back into the house. Tony was standing by the front door and said that he was going to spend the night with some friends and left, leaving his half-eaten dinner on the dining room table. Mr. Heines told me years later that he had found Tony sleeping out on the loading dock the next morning. Tony wasn't at school the next day and didn't get home until after dinner-time. When he did get home he just said that he wasn't hungry. He went into the bedroom and picked up the switch off of my side of the bed, I hadn't dared move it, and hung it on the two pegs meant for a gun rack over the livingroom fireplace. Then he went and got a pillow and a couple of blankets out of the hall closet and put them on the livingroom couch and climbed under the covers without saying a word. "Aren't you even going to take a bath?" I asked. "I'll take a shower at school tomorrow." was all he said. I went in and washed off with a washcloth in front of the sink and then went in to bed... alone. Over the next several days a new pattern developed. Tony would leave before breakfast, before I even woke up. He'd come home and bathe himself and then make himself dinner, eat it (Tony was, and is, an AWFUL cook), and then wash his dishes. Then we would sit down at the dining room table and he would speak to me only enough to help me with my homework. Then he would feel of the switch over the fireplace to make sure it was still there and then he'd get out his pillow and blankets, which I neatly folded and returned to the hall closet each day, and got to bed. I cried myself to sleep each night, alone in the big bed in the lonely, empty bedroom. Friday night Tony followed the same pattern except that he took the switch down from the pegs. By now it was a dried up brown stick, ugly and fragile looking. I hated that stick worse than I'd ever hated anything in my life. Tony motioned me over to him with the stick, and I went, head hanging, full of remorse and trying to figure out how to erase everything that had happened and to make everything like it had been. Tony stared at me until I lifted my head and looked at him. Then, very deliberately, he grasped the stick in both hands, and broke it in half. He handed me the half that had marked my body and kept the half that he had held. Looking directly at me, forcing me to see him, he very deliberately threw his half into the fireplace and then turned and watched it burn. With all the strength and force in my body I threw my half into the fireplace, scattering ashes and embers all over. Bursting into tears I let loose of the pain that had been tearing me up inside, the guilt for abusing Tony's trust, the shame of being a bad person. All of it came pouring out and Tony just took me in his arms and held me. He still loved me. I cried and cried and cried until Tony finally led me, sobbing and hiccupping, into the bathroom and stripped me naked. He started a tub of water before taking off his own clothes and then lifted me like a little baby and carried me into the warm, healing water. Tony bathed me and washed away my tears away. I kept promising that I'd never be a bad boy or so hateful ever again and Tony just held me and washed me and kissed my lips to silence me. Finally he sat me down between his legs and wrapped his arms around me, holding my back against the warmth of his chest. "I love you, little brother. And I want to take care of you. But I need your help. I can't do it all by myself!" "Please don't hate me, Tony. I'm sorry. I'll never do it again. I promise." "I'd never hate you, Baby. I never have and I never will. But I won't tolerate you trying to destroy our family either." I started to cry again. "I'm sorry, Tony. I really, really am. I'll never do something like that again. I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die. I'll be the best little brother you'll ever have..." Tony lifted me up and turned me around, sitting me back down astraddle his thighs with my face held against his chest. Half laughing, he said, "Dummy, you're the ONLY little brother I'll ever have!" For some unknown reason this struck me as hugely funny and I burst out laughing. Uncontrollable, almost hysterical laughter gripped me and wouldn't let go. Tony didn't help a bit when he started calling me a 'silly' and tickling me under the arms. I couldn't control myself and was gasping for breath and begging Tony not to 'torture' me between fits of laughter and thrashing around trying to get loose from Tony's strong, tickly grasp. Tony was laughing too, and threatening to tickle me until I pee'd in the tub, which threat I'd tried to use to get him to let me go. My contortions finally **bonged** my head against the side of the iron tub and Tony had to rub it and kiss it to make the owie go away. He pulled the drain plug while he was treating my wound (OK, so it was more a wound to my pride, but it still hurt!) and then stood up, still holding me, and started the shower. I complained that I hadn't had a chance to wash Tony yet but he just swatted my butt and told me to be a good boy or he'd take me across his knee and give me what- for. I stuck my lower lip out but he just told me that I could wash him as long as I wanted to Saturday night, but tonight he was going to take care of me and that I was to relax and enjoy it. I fell completely limp in his arms, becoming almost impossible to hold up in response to his order. Dead weight just hanging there! He started laughing and struggling to keep hold of my slick and slippery body in the shower spray and demanding that I ignore his orders -- so I said, "OK" and ignored his orders, continuing to hang in his arms like a sack of warm lard. He tried to tell me to ignore his old order and pay attention to the new orders but was laughing so hard I could pretend I didn't understand him. He finally collapsed with me to the bottom of the tub to keep me from falling and hurting my head even worse. Laughter changed immediately. Disappeared as we sprawled on the warm porcelain. We both began trying to apologize and tell each other how much we loved each other. I put my arms and legs up around Tony and held him as tightly as I could. He kept kissing me all over the face and we both kept trying to tell each other how much we loved and needed the other. Neither of us really noticed becoming erect, or even when Tony's erection parted the cheeks of my buttocks and came to rest against the pulsing heat of my anus. Neither of us noticed what was happening until the clear fluid from Tony's penis and our movement allowed the smoothly rounded shape of his glans to roll smoothly out of his velvet-soft foreskin and part the portal to the inner recesses of my body. Tony tried to pull back, but I tightened my legs and held him against me. "Please, Tony. Just kiss me some more, Tony. I need you... I want you... I want you to be inside of you..." "No. I'll hurt you..." "I want you" "I don't want to hurt you!" "You're not hurting me." "But it will hurt you...." "No it won't. I love you, Tony. I want this. I want you inside of me..." "No. I can't. I'm too big and I'll hurt you!" "No. I need more. Don't stop yet Tony. Just a little more. You'll hurt me if you take it out!" "Please, Baby. Please. Don't make me do this. Don't make me hurt you, Baby." "You can't hurt me, Tony. Not like this. Not with your love. See! You don't hurt me at all! I feel your pubic hair against my butt, Tony. It's too late! Your cock is all the way inside of me, big brother. Now kiss me and let me feel you inside of me." Tony held me as tightly as he could and I squeezed back in response. He kissed me hard, sticking his tongue so far into my mouth that it felt like his cock going down my throat. Tony ground his pubic hair into my tender ass flesh and we both moaned with madness of our overwhelmed senses. I felt Tony's cock swelling inside of me and barely moved my belly to adjust to the way he was filling me up even more chock-full of his beautiful meat. That tiny motion set Tony off. Exploding hot streamers of his manheat into my stretched boy-sheath. His sperm exploded inside of me with the force of a herd of galloping horses. I could no more hold back my orgasm than he could his. Tony came and came and came as only a virile teenager can. Every time I felt him swell inside of me and pulse out another bolus of his burning hot, clotted cum, I'd splatter our bellies and chests with another thinner, smoother blend of little boy sap and pee. Tony's swollen cock was being jammed against my tiny little prostate gland and my full bladder. Every time Tony lurched forward to force him cum as deeply inside of me as possible he'd force another spurt of piss out of me. It was burning me inside and my dick hurt and burned from what was happening, but it felt wonderful. Tony's motions were timed with what should have been my dry orgasm only he was forcing me to ejaculate just like he was. The smell of my piss must have gotten to Tony because when he ran out of sperm he lost control and started spurting his own pee into me just like a male dog watering a fencepost. We tore and pulled at each other, pissing all over the place and moaning fit to beat the band until we were both laying exhausted in the bottom of the tub with the smell of piss all over us. Tony regained control before I did and tried to apologize for what he'd done. I tried to protest, telling him that I wanted him to do it again, as often as he could but Tony was convinced that he had done a wrong thing and could only beg me to forgive him. Tony started to get up and his soft, but still swollen cock slipped smoothly out of me. I gave a little cry of loss as it slipped out and Tony thought he had hurt me. I tried to tell him to not be silly, but I was so exhausted that I could hardly stay conscious, much less deal with Tony's conviction that he had somehow damaged me. When Tony came out of me my hole stayed open and a mixture of shit, piss and cum oozed out of me. Tony picked me up and held me in the shower spray. I just went ahead and let go and all the fluids Tony had created in me came pouring out and went down the big drain in the old iron tub. Tony just held me and kept washing me off back there until I was done. I managed to reach up behind Tony's head and pull his lips down to mine. "Tony. Big Brother. I love you so much. You make me so happy. Thank you..." and I kissed him as I passed out. I woke up laying on my belly in bed. Tony was sitting on the bed next to me, rubbing some cold cream into my behind. "That feels really good Tony." Tony gave sort of a guilty start. He'd been really concentrated on what he was doing to my little hole and I don't think he'd noticed that I'd woken up. "It looked pretty sore back there, so I decided I'd better put some cold cream on it to keep it from getting chapped or something." I didn't even ask him what he'd been doing, looking at my asshole in the first place. I just sighed and said, "That feels really good, Tony. Please don't stop." Tony kept rubbing more cold cream up and down my crack, taking especial care to go around and around my hole every time he passed it. I kept moaning and sighing, letting Tony know how good it felt, but I finally couldn't wait any longer for Tony to work up the courage and said, "It itches inside, Tony. Please put some cold cream inside of me." Tony ran two fingers through the jar of cold cream and carefully spread a thick layer all around my rosy little hole. I felt him tentatively pushing his finger against my tender opening so I spread my legs as far as I could and turned my toes inward, giving Tony the best access to my butt I could. He kept just running his finger around the rim and over the pooched hole and it was making me crazy. I had an itch all right. Not the sort Tony thought I had, but I wanted it scratched -- right now! The next time his finger passed over my pooch I lifted my hips and his finger slid right inside the opening. I moaned and said, "Oh, Tony. That feels SO good. Please put your finger all the way in... Yeah... Yeah, just like that. Oh, that feels so good, Tony. Thank you. Thank you. That makes me feel much better. Can you rub me in there? Like you were the outside? Yeah! Just like that Tony. Oh... Oh... Oh my god! That feels so good, Tony. Please don't stop... don't ever stop, Tony." Tony listened to me and he saw and heard how much I was enjoying what he was doing. So when I begged him to put another finger in he didn't hesitate but just slid another of his long, agile fingers in alongside the one he was already probing and massaging me with. I lifted my butt completely up in the air, pulling my knees underneath of me so that Tony could have unrestricted access to my ass. From that point on, Tony took charge. Finger fucking me like the very take-charge masculine man he was, raising my heat and making me beg for his attentions. He used one or two or three fingers on me as he chose and slapped my butt and ordered me to hold still every time he took his fingers out to get more cold cream. I really tried to hold still, but it was really hard to hold still and not wiggle my butt around to entice him to put his fingers back in me. Every time I'd lose control and start waiving my butt at him he'd use his other hand to spank me over and over until I obeyed his order to hold still. Only then would he slide his fingers back into me and give me what I needed. And I realized that was what I needed. I needed to serve Tony. I needed Tony fucking my mouth and my ass. Tony started to laugh in a really masculine way and tell me that it was a good thing I wasn't a girl, because I'd be a whore and a real slut if I was. I realized from what Tony was saying that he was right. That I wanted to be a boy-whore. I wanted to be a total slut -- but only for Tony. I wanted Tony to be the most important person in my life. I wanted to be able to give him anything he wanted or needed and to satisfy his every need. I started begging him to fuck me. To take his fingers out and to use his cock to scratch the itch in my ass. At first Tony thought it was a joke. That I was just goofing around like I usually did. In response, he got up over the top of me and put his chest down on my back and started hunching his hips and moving his finger in me just like he was fucking me. He hooked his chin over my shoulder and started chuckling in my ear, "This what you wanted, Sprout?" I reached behind me with both hands, taking hold of his cock in one and his wrist in the other. I pulled his finger out of me and aimed his cock with my other hand. Moving my ass back I penetrated myself until the head of his fat cock was held tightly inside the opening of my ass. "No! This is what I want!" I demanded. Tony ducked his chin and bit into the muscle between my neck and back. Half whining and half moaning high in the back of his throat, he pushed forward with his hips until his cock was deep inside of me. "Yes!" I exploded. "Fuck me with that thing. Fuck my ass, Tony. Fuck my ass, big brother. Fuck me with your cock. Put the meat to me, big brother. Hold me in place and lay some pipe in my ass you big, strong, cock-driving stud. FUCK ME! FUCK YOUR SLUT PUSSY CUM- EATING BROTHER WHORE, TONY." Tony pulled back and then squealed loudly through his almost bloody clenched teeth as he drove his cock back into me until his pubic hair was drenched in the cold cream surrounding my asshole. We both squealed together as my inner muscles clenched on Tony's rod and I started using myself to milk down on the shaft Tony was frantically using to pound my guts into mush. I greeted his attack with all the power in my control and Tony responded by starting to lick my neck and ears and back as he held me tightly to him and hunched my butt with his eager loins. He begged me over and over to let him fuck me like I was going to disappear or turn into smoke or something. I did everything I could to encourage Tony from trying to crush his mighty pestle with my tight anal muscles to licking his fingers where they pressed into the bed beside my head. Tony took charge of the fuck by pushing me into the position he wanted me and then by punishing me with extra hard thrusts until he was spanking my ass with his loins. Every time I complied with what he wanted me to do he'd reward me with hot licking and kissing and totally wonderful fucks up my asshole. My cunt. My boy-pussy. The boy-pussy cunt that Tony owned and was using so magnificently to turn me into a complete slut, wanting nothing more than to be the focus of Tony's totally encompassing love as he used my body to teach me how to love him back. I could tell that Tony was experimenting and learning as well. Using my reactions to judge how well he was doing, what I especially liked and what was merely fantastic. The bedside clock counted more than forty minutes as Tony explored our mutual sexuality and taught the both of us how wonderfully two loving brothers could please each other. When Tony finally started loosing control and started fucking me like a runaway high-powered steam engine I could barely hold up his weight any longer. I was reduced to laying underneath of him and begging, "Please, Tony... Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my ass, Tony. Right there!!! Right there!!! Pound that asshole right there, Tony. Yeah! YEAH! You got it! Hump me. Hump me, Tony, hump my ass hard like that. SCREW ME, TONY! SCREW ME!!! I'M CUMMMING!!! I'M CUMMING. OH MY GOD YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN TONY! FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!" Tony went wild, humping and fucking and pounding my ass like a madman. Holding me in place with his forelegs and teeth like a stallion would while his hips fucked me like a dog covering a bitch in heat. He couldn't take it any more and started erupting inside of me. His welcome balm filling me as he strained his head backwards and screamed his triumph as he spurted his seed into me. I collapsed underneath of him, my, luckily flexible, knees splayed out to the sides as his entire weight pressed me into the mattress and I felt him panting for air across my back. There was something totally wonderful about feeling his hot, sweaty body covering me, laying on me and holding me down and protecting me. I knew what bliss was. Bliss was being my brothers brother. Turning his head, Tony kissed me and then rolled over towards his side of the bed. I followed him, keeping his still turgid cock clasped in my rectum. Tony sighed and pulled the bedcovers up over us. He put his arms around me and put his upper leg over the top of me, shifting his hips to make sure his cock was firmly seated and wouldn't fall out. Satisfied, replete with pleasure and awash with love, we drifted off into pleasant dreams. Four more times that night I either woke up to the feeling of Tony fucking me again or woke up and worked my butt muscles on him until he woke up and used the erection I'd created to put me back to sleep. The rising sun woke both of us and Tony rolled me over on my belly and gave me as good a fucking as I would ever hope to get, taking a long, slow, delicious time to ride me in a variety of positions and to explore my every crevice and nerve ending and reaction. For my part, I let Tony practice his fucking technique and urged him on to try anything and everything either of us could think up. After Tony finally released his sperm into me his cock stayed very hard and he complained that his piss hard-on was aching and he needed me to let go and let him visit the bathroom. I begged him to give me another enema so that I would be clean inside for him and he just laid on top of me and pissed into my guts like I'd asked. What a wonderful feeling it was to lay underneath of him like that and have him fill me up. He carried me into the bathroom with his cock still plugging my butthole and stepped into the bathtub. Pulling the shower curtain, he started the shower and then helped me squat down over the big drain hole. When I was done he washed me off and inspected my behind. He said my anus was all red and puffy, but his dick was all red and swollen and looked like a piece of raw meat so I didn't figure there was anything wrong, that was just something that happened when you fucked a lot. The shower and Tony washing me restored my energy and Tony ended up having to defend himself against my advances. Since it was Saturday, I insisted on staying naked for the rest of the day, but Tony put on one of his jockstraps to keep me from playing with his cock all the time. I thought he looked fantastic dressed only in that most masculine of all attire and followed him around closely all day as we cleaned the house and took care of our chores. I got Tony to fuck me once more and let me suck him off twice that day. When we settled down to watch TV that evening I managed to talk Tony into letting me cuddle up and sit in his lap. It didn't take much more to convince him that putting his hard-on up my ass was the only comfortable way for us to sit like that. He finally agreed, but would spank my ass hard if I didn't sit still and let him watch his programs. I got up several times during the evening to run into the kitchen and get drinks and snacks for us, but made sure that Tony's cock was seated firmly inside of me each time I settled back down into his lap. During commercials Tony and I talked about what our new closeness meant. We agreed that our private business was still our private business and saw no reason to change anything except that we would take a bath at night to clean off the days dirt and then take a quick shower in the morning to clean up from any sexual adventures during the night. I made a personal promise to myself to make sure there were always clean washcloths and towels as well as the handbasin and pitcher of clean water in the bedroom at all times. I wanted Tony to feel comfortable fucking me any time he wanted to without having to worry about making a mess. Tony finally lifted me off of his lap and got up and turned off the TV. Then he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the bathroom. Tony took off his jockstrap and then we both used the toilet and brushed our teeth. Tony started a tub of water. We got in together and took a long time to bathe each other, feeling and touching and exploring with new eyes opened by our open sexuality with each other. I sucked on Tony some, but he never got really hard and I didn't really try to get him to cum or anything. We were just touching and enjoying with no driving need to have actual sex, knowing that could happen anytime we wanted it to happen. We dried each other off with clothes-line fresh towels I'd washed that day (OK, so I cheated. I put on shorts when I went outside. But I took them off as soon as I got back inside where Tony could see me. In fact, I went in and out a lot more than necessary when I discovered that Tony liked to slip my shorts off of me, feeling my butt and little cock and balls as he did. For a while, it seemed like I needed to go outside every ten or fifteen minutes). Anyway, when we got into the bedroom Tony sat down on the side of the bed and pulled me over to him. He gave me a big kiss and fondled my behind. He told me what a great help I'd been that day and what a good boy I'd been. Then he carefully arranged me across his lap and gave me one of the best bedtime spankings I'd ever had. Warming me up slowly and carefully until my butt was bright- red and red-hot. He rubbed my butt when he was done and then said that he finally knew why I liked having my ass warmed up like that. He laid me down on my back on his side of the bed and lifted my legs while he gooped up my bottom and his rampant cock with plenty of cold cream and then got up over me and put my ankles up over his broad shoulders. In one long, smooth move, he penetrated me and started warming me up from the inside just like he had from the outside. Starting slowly and carefully and building up to all I could take. We had our orgasms together and for the very first time, white sperm came out of my still hairless cock and balls. Tony congratulated me and kept his cock up my ass. He held himself up on one hand and used the other to play with my smooth balls and stiff dick until I shot another white wad that we could both watch shooting out of my stiff little rod. Tony congratulated me and then licked up all the juice I'd managed to produce and sucked the last tiny bit off of my cock. Tony laid down and spooned me up against his chest with his still hard erection firmly ensconced in my throbbing butt hole. We lay like that for a long time. Talking bout our lives, Tony telling me how important it was to him to have me doing the things I did for him. In return I told Tony how important he was to me, how I liked having him in control and how much I liked sucking on his cock or taking it up my ass and feeling him use his body to please both of us. All during this time Tony would move in me a little bit, or I would move on him or just work my inside muscles on him until he would move in me some more. He finally lifted my leg and gave me a dozen good strokes, putting it to my ass just like I craved it just then before he splattered my insides again as I coated his hand with the few drops of cum I was able to produce. Tony snuggled up to me and we woke up just like that in the morning so that he had no trouble giving me my morning fuck and piss enema. By the time I was fourteen and Tony was seventeen we were having sex together at least once a day. Tony had made me work hard so I was doing really good in school and was captain of the gymnastics team. It was pretty obvious by now that I was going to be like my mother. I was only 5' 6" tall and my dick was just a bit over six inches long, but it could, and did, stay hard for hours. On the other hand, Tony had kept growing and was like dad. A bit over 6' 5", he was a big husky lad with the grace and power that made him the star of the football, baseball and basketball teams at school. I swam as well as did gymnastics so we both had our share of trophy's and prizes. The best prize for me though was when my big brother would put his arm around me and let everyone know how proud he was of me. One of my favorite things to do with Tony was to catch him in bed, laying back on one of the big pillows. I'd climb up on top of him and lay there straddling one of his legs, my cock pushed into his hot flesh. I could lay there for hours like that rubbing my smooth body up against Tony's hairy body and kissing him while he played with my ass. We both loved that and would sometimes spend all day Saturday like that, taking time out for suck and fuck, but always returning to some position that involved me laying on top of him with his fingers up my ass and my lips covering his or nibbling around his face. Tony and I still took baths together every night and would often suck each other off or fuck each other right there in the tub, and then do each other again later in bed. One evening while we were bathing I told Tony that the swim coach had told us to shave off our body hair so we could swim faster. I was only shaving about once a week then, and only because Tony told me too, so I was afraid to shave myself like that. Tony said, "No problem," and reached out of the tub for his shaving soap, brush and razor. Tony took me at my word and removed ALL my hair below my eyes. He liked that so much that Tony has kept me that way ever since, shaving me at least twice a week and making it even more obvious that he's the big brother and I'm the little brother. I don't have any problem with that, just like I don't have any problem taking his ten plus inches up my ass. Tony loves to fuck me and I love being fucked by him. Things sort of changed the next year. Tony had graduated early from High School and decided to attend State College in the next town. It was only about 15 miles away and Tony had his own car so we still lived in the same house and I stayed at the same High School that Tony had attended. So things didn't really change except that in his third year of college Tony met this girl and started dating her. I tried to act like I was cool with the idea, but I was really jealous, especially when he brought her home and I had to stay on the couch and listen to them while they fucked in our bed. She really loved it when Tony laid pipe in her cunt and I even heard how wild she got the first time he fucked her up the butt. That went on for over a year with Tony sleeping with me just like always except when she could manage to get away from her family. They seemed to be getting more and more serious. In my heart, I knew that they were going to get married and have kids and everything, but I kept thinking up ways that Tony could live with her but keep visiting me and not forget how much I loved him and needed him. Everything pretty much came to a head one night after I'd spent a couple of hours listening to them whispering and fucking. I simply couldn't take it any more. After she left in the morning I told Tony that I didn't want to go to college. That I was going to take care of him for the rest of my life and that was all that mattered to me. Tony got mad and told me that I was going to go to college and that was final. We had an awful fight that ended when I screamed at him that if he wanted to fuck pussy he could take it out of my house. That he could marry his bitch and the both of them could move out and get fucked all they wanted to. Tony just picked up his stuff and walked out. Tony came home late that evening, and he had HER with him. They tried to sit down in the living room and talk to me, but I got up to leave. Tony told me to sit back down. I told him that he was a big boy now and didn't need me to make up his mind. To go ahead and do what he wanted to do, but that I wanted no part of it. I walked out of the room and went into the kitchen. She came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. I shrugged her off but she put her hand back on my shoulder and turned me around. She reached up with her finger and dabbed the tears out of my eyes. "Tony and I want to get married, but Tony won't marry me without your permission." "Tony's grown up. He can make his own decisions." "Yes, Tony's grown up. And he IS a big boy, as we both know. And he loves you more than anyone else in the world, including me, and you're the only one who doesn't see that. Tony wants to have children, and I want to have his children. But neither of us will do that unless you approve. We want to be married -- we want you to be our best man. Because you are. You are the best man for both of us. For Tony and for me. I know that you and Tony sleep together, and I know that you can keep him at least as sexually satisfied as I can." (I blushed bright red about this time.) "I have you to thank for what a wonderful and considerate lover Tony is. We want you to be our best man, and we want you to share our marriage bed, for as long as you'll have us. That's what Tony wanted to ask you tonight. If you tell me to, I'll leave right now. But Tony needs you, and so do I." "But Tony loves you!" "And all that matters to you is that Tony is happy. Is that it?" "Well, of course. But..." "But me no buts. Why do you think Tony is so worried and upset? He wants and needs both of us. I'm his girlfriend, and I want to be his wife. But you are his brother and he won't let anything interfere with that. I'm asking you to come to bed with us. To come to bed with us and show Tony that everything can be OK. I've never seen two men make love before. But I want to see you and Tony make love, and I want you to see how me and Tony make love. I want you to be there and hold us as Tony gets me pregnant. If you'll have me, I want to be part of you and Tony's life. Please don't keep me out. I love Tony, and I want to join with you and Tony. Please?" We were both crying by then and held tightly to each other until the worst of it passed by. Once we quieted down a little, she said, "Haven't you ever wanted a sister?" I sort of grinned and nodded, "Yes." I could see the devil pass through her eyes as she asked, "Haven't you ever laid on that lumpy old couch listening to us and wonder what it looked like with Tony on top of me, fucking my pussy? I just blushed even redder and she laughed. A happy, teasing kind of laugh that I really liked. "Have you ever seen a girls pussy before?" she asked. I shook my head, "No", and she went on, "Have you ever wondered what it would look like, watching that big thing of his going in and out of my pussy? Of licking on him as he fucked me? Or sucking on his balls or licking his asshole while he was humping up and down on me? He told me he loves it when you lick his asshole. I'm trying to learn how, but he says I just can't do it as good as you can. He told me that he especially likes it when you eat him so good that he just has to beg you to fuck him. He says he really loves having you on his back that way. How'd you like to fuck his ass while he's fucking me? How'd you like to fuck my ass while he's fucking my pussy so that you can feel his cock moving inside of me? Would you like that?" The more she talked the harder I got. I could visualize everything she said except what her pussy looked like. She grinned at me just like she knew exactly what I was thinking. Taking my hand, she led me back into the livingroom in front of the couch. Tony had gone into the bedroom, but that didn't matter to her. She stepped out of her shoes and just as casually reached up under her dress and pulled down her panties until she could drop them and then step out of them. She pulled her dress up over her head and laid it down across the coffee table. Turning around, she asked me to unsnap her. I fumbled with the unfamiliar fastenings, but soon had her unhooked and she shrugged off her brassiere. She turned around and fondled her own tits. I could see why my brother wanted her so badly. She was even more beautiful without clothes than she was all dressed up. She coyly ran her hand down over her smoothly rounded belly and teased the top of a long strip of pubic hair. She laughed at my reaction, which consisted mostly of my jaw hanging open and my shorts sticking out, and reached forward to help me get undressed. Once I was as naked as she was, she laid down and put one leg up over the back of the couch and spread the other one over onto the coffee table She started rubbing herself down there which made some kind of slit or split open up and flash pink at me. I was entranced. This was where Tony put his cock while he was fucking her. This was what Tony wanted and was chasing after. This was where Tony was going to put his sperm and make babies. There was something so fascinating about this. I wanted to see Tony's big cock split this pussy wide open and give it a hard fucking like he did my ass. I wanted to see if this girl could take Tony the way I could or if he had to be careful of breaking her. She motioned and I crouched down on my knees between her legs. She held her pussy open for me so I could see inside. It was kind of neat. It looked sort of like a fancy asshole, and it moved a lot like one when she started playing with it. My dick was leaking like crazy and I really wanted to reach up and touch it. To see what it felt like. To see if it was as hot and slick as it looked. I was just about to risk touching her when I felt Tony settle down on my back. I had been so involved in looking at pussy that I didn't even hear him come into the room. The pressure and body heat of him behind me startled me and I turned my head to see who it was (Santa Claus maybe?). Tony smiled and kissed me on the end of my nose. "Neat! Huh?" I nodded, 'Yes', and turned back to the even more flushed pussy in front of me. Tony showed me how to touch and play with it. The outside lips and the inside lips and a little bump that made his wife to be go crazy if you played with it just right. Tony showed me how to use my hands and then how to use my mouth to make her moan and wiggle around and hunch her pussy up into our faces. There was something really neat about watching her squirm around with Tony's face buried in her wet pussy. And it was great when it was my turn and I could make her flush and react just as strongly as Tony could. I didn't even notice exactly when he slid his cock up inside me. It was just sort of part of what was going on and all of a sudden I was eating pussy and getting fucked at the same time. Tony started cumming first. I felt him swell and pulse in my ass and then he grabbed my dick and I started shooting too. I was eating her ass and Tony was eating her pussy when we started cumming. She'd been having orgasms for over twenty minutes, but when she smelled and felt Tony and me shooting off she exploded like a volcano, grabbing our heads and forcing them even closer to her and rubbing her pussy against us and screaming like someone had set her on fire. I seemed to know exactly what she needed and stuck one finger past Tony's lips into her pussy and my thumb into her ass. I pinched my fingers together in the middle and squeezed what she later told me was her "G" spot. Whatever the hell it was, she leaped like a swordfish on the end of a fishing line and it was everything Tony and I could do to keep her on the couch. I thought I'd hurt her and tried to remove my fingers, but she grabbed my hand and made me hold her even tighter as she had a wild orgasm. Tony and I sort of forgot about shooting our cum as we watched her go crazy. When she finally calmed down Tony grinned at me and pulled his cock out of my ass. He got up and then helped me get up. Still grinning like fools we "High Fived" each other and burst into a triumphant, happy laughter. Two guys proud of doing good together. Sue looked up at us and said the one thing that could make everything perfect, "I don't know if I dare marry the two of you." Well, she did. She married Tony at the end of the school year in a big church ceremony with all our families present and a huge amount of food and gifts and loving kindness. Our families got along great right from the beginning and have always been supportive of us. I pulled Tony and Sue out of the reception early to take them home so they could change clothes and make the five o'clock train for their honeymoon. I loaded them in my uncles cadillac and they were so busy kissing and stuff in back that they didn't even notice where I was driving. I stopped the car and opened the back door for them. Tony got out and helped his new wife out of the car before turning around and realizing where he was. With the help of my cousins and some of my uncles I had fixed up my parents old place. We'd pulled all the weeds, mowed the lawns and trimmed the hedges and even had some flowers showing in the flowerbeds. The whole house had been painted and I had the inside spotlessly clean. Some of the furniture was pretty old, but it was all in good repair and comfortable except for the hard- backed kitchen chair that dad had kept next to the fireplace for when he had to spank one (or both) of us boys. He used to say he never knew which one of us he was punishing anyway, because he'd spank Tony and I'd cry. Tony picked Sue up and I got the front door open just in time for him to carry her across the threshold instead of crashing through the door. Tony put Sue down and just looked around the room openmouthed. Sue looked puzzled, especially when Tony grabbed her hand and started dragging her all through both stories and the attic and even down into the basement, which had been Tony and mine's special play area during bad weather. When they got back to where I was waiting for them in the huge kitchen, Sue still didn't know what was going on because my big lummox of a brother was too excited to be making any sense. I told here that this had been my parents home, and that for their wedding gift, I had fixed it up for them, if they wanted it. Sue started crying and looked at Tony. He just nodded and then looked at me. Sue took my hand. "Will you honor and obey me, as I will honor and obey you? Will you stay with me through sickness and health, in the good times and the bad? Through poverty and wealth? Will you be a part of my life, and share your life with me?" Tony took my other hand. "Will you honor and obey me? Will you live with me and be a part of my life? Will you share my responsibilities and help me be who I should be? Will you join with me and my wife and be a part of our family? Will you share willingly of yourself with us, so that we may give willingly of ourselves to you? Will you marry with use? Be a part of our lives and love us, as we love you?" I burst into tears and they just held me and let me cry. Eventually they led me upstairs and pulled me into their nuptial bed and held me between them until all I could do was say, "I do. I do!" And Then There Were Eight: Well, the years have been kind to us. I'd like to thank our friend Jon for writing this up for us so that others can know it's possible, to not give up or feel disheartened. Tony and Sue have their careers and I'm totally happy taking care of the house and our kids. Sue gave Tony three strong boys and then a beautiful daughter, bang, bang, bang, bang. Just like that, one after the other. For our first few years together It seemed like either Tony was fucking her to get her pregnant or she had a big belly. Once she started swelling she liked to lay there and have me eat her pussy while she watched Tony fuck me. Tony loved it, and so did I. She swore that she got pregnant faster if I fucked her ass while Tony was doing her pussy, so we did that a lot when she was fertile. My favorite was watching her nurse the latest baby while Tony was slowly fucking her. Of course, I was watching over Tony's shoulder because I'd be humping his ass while he was doing our wife. There was something about watching one of his baby's nurse that made Tony really want it put up his ass. I wasn't sure what it was, but I was sure glad to help him out. After the first four, Tony and Sue decided that was enough and told me that it was my turn to make a baby. I was terrified, but Sue held me and Tony guided me and they decided later that Sue had gotten pregnant about thirty seconds after I shot my wad. Tony was so proud of me that he put me back on top of Sue and fucked me so hard that I came in her three more times. Personally, I'm convinced that that's when she got pregnant, with Tony pumping my cum into her. I was amazed that she could take both of us on top of her like that, but she seemed to love it and insisted that we repeat that many, many times afterwards. My son, Our son, was born nine months later and is growing up just like me. Smaller and lighter that his brothers, but just as willing to fight for his piece of the action. His brothers are fourteen, thirteen and twelve now, and this story got started when I caught the bunch of them downstairs in the basement the other day. Our littlest imp had his three brothers lined up against the wall and was sucking them off, one after the other. Apparently the purpose of the game was to see who could cum the most times. I just told them to make sure no one outside the family knew what they were doing and to wash up before they came back upstairs. They just looked at me like I was mentally defective or something and the baby went back to sucking on his middle brother. Anyhow, our lives have turned out well and we have a healthy, happy family. I hope you are able to find the same happiness in your lives, and the same sexual gratification and completeness. Not The End