Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2018 18:59:50 -0400 From: lexnifty Subject: My Little Brother, The Slut, Chapter 16 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work contains material of a sexual nature. Readers must be of legal age according to local laws to open, read, copy, or save this work. The author in no way endorses sexual contact with minors. Please observe all local and federal laws. You can email me at lexnifty@protonmail.com. Apologies for any errors. All Rights Reserved Please donate to Nifty.Org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! "Go wait for me in my room," I say. I look up the stairs, watching Logan make his way to my bedroom. I tuck my phone away in my pocket when I stand up, my hard dick still tenting my shorts. I walk to the kitchen and grab a water bottle, anything to distract myself from the video I had just watched. Slowly, my dick starts to deflate, and I make my way up the stairs. I am determined to make Logan behave and obey my rules. He needs to realize I am in control, and if I tell him to stop fucking older men, he will stop. My house, my rules. I reach my bedroom and Logan is on the edge of the bed, dressed in loose basketball shorts and one of my old cut-off t-shirts that swallowed his small body. I can almost smell his fear, it hangs heavily in the air. His eyes quickly glance up at me in anticipation. "Logan, I thought I made myself very clear when I told you I didn't want you inviting strangers into MY house! I come home and find your face covered in cum, fingering yourself on the couch!" "Lex, it's just... I am sorry. You're right. You told me to stop and I didn't listen. But... But... Please I promise to behave. I really am sorry! I swear I'll behave going forward," Logan pleads. "Look Bubba, I know you think I am a jerk who's fucking up your life and not letting you explore your sexuality, but you have to see things from my perspective. You could get hurt! Who was the guy?" I demand, ignoring his apology. "Just a guy from school. I swear!" He replies. I let out a sigh, hoping I convey my disbelief. I sit down next to him and can see his chest heaving. He is nervous and with good reason. I decide it's best to get his punishment underway sooner than later. "Logan, I don't want to have to punish you, but you leave me no choice," I tell him, empathetically. "What are you gonna do?" He asks, frightened. "Drop your shorts, Logan. You want to act like a child, so I am going to treat you like one! You're 14, I honestly think you'd know how to listen to simple rules, but you don't," I tell him looking at him, eyes locked. "You... You... You're going to spank me? You're joking, right, Alex?" He asks, his voice trembling. "I said drop your shorts! NOW!" I bark. Logan glances at me once again, looking for a hint of a joke or something to get him out of his punishment, but the stone cold look on my face lets him know I am not playing around. He sighs, wiping a tear from his eye and begrudgingly pulls down his shorts. I watch as the loose shorts land at his feet, my t-shirt he's wearing, covers his legs to mid-thigh. My gaze making him more nervous and self-conscious. I grab him and pull him to me, his shorts causing him to trip, but I catch him before he falls. "Bend over my knee, Logan," I tell him, devoid of any emotion. "Lex, please! I promise I'll listen! I swear!" He cries. "Bend over my knee! I promise you Logan, you don't want me to repeat myself again," I say, losing all patience at this point. Logan, realizing he has no choice but to obey, bends over, submitting himself to the lashing I am about to administer. His scantily clad torso covers my thick, hairy thighs, his head hanging low in embarrassment and shame. The scent of his body wash and nervous sweat wafts into my nose, arousing me. The smell alone is enough to make me start to harden. I quickly adjust my dick, ensuring it points straight up, away from Logan's body, playing it off as if I was scratching my balls. "Alex, please!" Logan sobs. I ignore his pleas and lift the back of the t-shirt, exposing his white briefs. I lick my lips as I take in the sight in front of me. The curve of his ass captivates me. I took a few minutes to truly admire the beauty that is my baby brother's bubble butt. His ass stretches the white fabric to its limit. The bottom of his unblemished ass hangs out at the bottom of the small underwear, bunching up in his crack, clearly allowing me to see his beautiful boy butt in all its glory. "Pull them down!" I yell, gruffly. Logan slowly obeys my command. His hands reach back, attempting to pull his underwear over his plump bubble butt. The position he is in makes it difficult for him to pull them down fully, so I yank them down hard, feeling the fabric give way and ripping at the side. Almost as if in slow motion, his torn briefs fall to his semi bent knees. I can feel his hairless crotch press against my leg. I look down and his ass is on display, bare, perfect, waiting. I reach down and place my big paw of a hand on right cheek. My calloused hand rubs the pale, firm yet soft ass cheek before I lift up and bring it down hard, administering the first spanking. I hear Logan let out a surprised groan. The echo of the spanking lingering in the air. I rub the reddening ass cheek before giving the boy another lashing. Whack! This time, Logan lets out a loud yelp. "Oww! Stop, Lex! I promise, I learned my lesson!" Logan yells. Ignoring the boy, my hand strikes his bare bottom again, hard. His cheek, warm to my touch, becomes increasingly red with each strike. I can feel my dick leaking, dripping from my abs down to my hairy crotch. Whack! I can hear Logan sobbing as I spank him over and over again, rubbing his bottom after each spanking. Suddenly, I feel Logan moving underneath me and then I feel it. His dick begins to harden, poking into my leg hard. "Is this little faggot, hard?! Does he fucking like this?!" I ask myself. I think about vocalizing my question, but Logan's words ring loudly in my head, 'why do you have to make fun of me'. As much as he deserves to be punished, he can't help what he likes, much like I can't help how much I am also enjoying this. Whack. Logan sobs even louder as his small boy dick starts leaking, streaking my leg with his watery precum. Angrily, I bring my hand down heavily on his red-hot ass cheeks. I watch as my hand bounces up after making impact, his plump cheek jiggling slightly. My leg is dripping with Logan's free flowing juice much like mine, we are brothers after all. I rub his cheek again, allowing my hand to rest momentarily on his ass before I pull up his shorts, puddled at his feet. "You know I didn't want to punish you, but you know you deserved it," I tell him, allowing him to stand up. I look away, hoping not to embarrass him anymore. His face is streaked with tears, his legs wobbly as the blood rushes back. He nods as I speak. "I'm sorry!" He yells and throws his arms around me, sobbing into my chest. I hold him tight, comforting him, slipping my hand into the side of the cut-off he's wearing and rubbing his smooth back. "It's ok, let it out, Bubba," I say consoling him. After a few minutes, Logan's sobbing slows, leaving the boy struggling to catch his breath. "Here, drink some water," I say handing him the water bottle and wiping the tears out of his glistening, green eyes. He smiles at me and takes the bottle, taking a small sip, attempting to calm himself. Despite the blotchy, red complexion, Logan is beautiful. The angelic boy I helped raise, is staring back at me once again. "C... Ca... Can I sleep with you tonight, please? I don't wanna be alone," my baby brother pleads. "Sure," I say, "go brush your teeth and then I'll rub some ointment on your butt and we can go to bed." He nods softly and heads out of the room. As soon as he is out of sight, I rush to the bathroom and peel of my shorts. I stand in front of the mirror and wrap my hand around my throbbing, leaking cock. I grab my dick hard, applying pressure to allow the blood to build up and make my cock even harder. I give it a few jerks and immediately rope after rope of thick cum hits the marble sink. I throw my head back in pleasure, as my cum slowly drips down the drain. What a shame; a wasted cum load. I squeeze my dick, coaxing out any remnants of my nut out, a thick bubble forming at the tip of my dick. I scoop it up with my fingers and turn on the water, washing away all evidence of my dirty deed and even dirtier thoughts of spanking my little brother. I clean myself up and walk out of the bathroom naked. Logan is in my bed, face down and facing the foot of the bed, propped up on his elbows. His eyes widen, glued to my swinging cock. "Sorry, didn't think you would be in here already," I say going to my dresser and putting on a pair of old boxers. "Sorry, I should have knocked," he says flustered. "Don't sweat it. We're both guys, we're brothers. I don't have anything you don't have," I say, and he nods. "Well, except pubes and 8 thick inches," I say grabbing a handful of cock and shaking it at him. He blushes and rolls his eyes, "whatever! I can't help it I'm small and haven't grown hair!" "I'm kidding, Bubba. Here lemme rub some ointment on your ass," I say, not wanting to start another fight. "Ok, but not too hard, it hurts," he warns. I grab the ointment and gingerly start applying a thick coat onto the boy's tender, red bottom, handprints etched into his skin where I spanked him. He moans quietly, the ointment cooling and relieving the pain from his plump ass. "Thanks, Lex. I love you," he says. His words shock me. I expected him to be angry, to hate me even, but instead he craved my attention, my approval and my affection. I smile at him, kissing the top of his head, making him beam. My Logan is back. "I love you too, Bubba." I lie down in bed, Logan instantly cuddles up next to me, his head on my big, burly chest and his leg rests on mine. I turn on the television, turning on something for background noise, to help me sleep. Within minutes, Logan's breathing slows, occasionally taking deep stuttered breaths, releasing all the emotion from his emotional punishment. I rub his back and kiss his forehead before closing my eyes, a smile plastered on my face, waiting for sleep to take over. I wake up feeling refreshed. I stretch out loudly in bed, moaning as I work out the kinks in my body. My stomach rumbles as the familiar smell of bacon fills the room. It is then, I realize Logan isn't in bed with me. "Bubba?" I call out. No response. I get out of bed, giving my hard cock a quick squeeze before walking to the bathroom, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I reach for my toothbrush knowing I need to give my dick time to soften before taking my morning piss. I make my way downstairs after relieving myself, scratching my balls as I make my way to the kitchen. Logan is in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He is still dressed in the same basketball shorts and oversize cut-off. "Good morning, sleepy head! I hope I didn't wake you," he says, turning around, smiling at me. "Morning," I say, coming up to him, ruffling his hair, kissing the top of his head. I immediately reach for the fresh pot of coffee and pour myself a cup, "Since when do you cook breakfast?" "Well, I wanted to give you a little bit of a break. You always cook for me, well, not lately," he says, shooting me a playful glare, "but normally you cook breakfast, and I wanted to do it for you." The spankings worked! I sense the change in the boy in the way he moves, the way he talks. I am not going to hold my breath, but I am optimistic. I am going to giving my baby brother the benefit of the doubt. "Well I appreciate it," I reply, taking a sip of coffee, feeling myself becoming more alert. He giggles, "You're welcome! Here you go." Despite the kitchen looking like a tornado hit it, the plate in front of me is beautifully plated. Three sunny side up eggs, bacon, sausage, a cup of fresh fruit, and a stack of pancakes. I dig in immediately causing Logan to giggle. I look up at him and he is staring, "What?" "Oh, um... nothing! You just look like you really like it! I'm glad," he says taking a bite of his pancakes. "It's delicious. By the way, I'm going out tonight. You think I can trust you to be here alone?" I ask him, giving him a stern look. He nods quickly. "Yes! But if you feel more comfortable, you can drop me off at Casey's house." "Ok, who are you and what have you done with my little brother?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow at him. "Alex, last night... last night made me realize how stupid I was being. I could really get hurt doing those things and I messed up and broke your trust. I hated not talking to you. I love you and I promise from here on out, I am going to listen." His words are music to my ear. I smile at him, mouth full of food. I take one last bite before leaning back in my chair and looking him over. He smiles at me, the look in his eye genuine. I want to believe him; however, I am not stupidly going to give in and forget his past. "I'll call her parents and ask if you can stay the night," I tell him. I get up and head upstairs to call her parents and shout to Logan, "Clean up the kitchen, please." I hear him laugh as I climb the stairs two at a time. I quickly dial Casey's mom and ask if Logan is able to spend the night. She readily agreed and said how happy they would be to have Logan over. They were a huge help with Logan, always eager to help once they learned about our situation. He is like a son to them. Being the weekend, I decide to spend a bit of time with Logan to make up for the last few days of not talking. After a day of pizza, movies and a bit of shopping we arrive home. I had about an hour before I had to start getting ready. "Bubba, go shower and pack your bag so I can drop you off at Casey's," I call out from the couch. "Ok! I'll be quick," he says running upstairs with his shopping bags. I take a quick nap, only waking from Logan tapping me, "I'm ready to go. I can walk if you are tired." "No," I say stretching and yawning, "It's ok, I can take you. Grab my keys." I drive him to Casey's house and ensure he goes inside. I wave at him and her parents as I drive away, heading home to get ready. I made plans with some of the guys from work to get a few drinks, a true guy's night. An hour later, I stand in front of my mirror giving myself a once over before heading out. My fitted jeans showed off my muscular legs, my chest on display, stretching the fabric across my meaty pecs. "You're a fucking stud," I say to myself, out loud. I get in my car and head to the bar to meet the guys. I pop a few mints into my mouth before getting out of the car. As I walk into the bar, I get a text message. I reach into my pocket pulling out my phone. "Thanks for not telling Logan I told you," Nico's text reads. "No prob," I reply, before putting my phone away and heading inside. I spot my guys at the bar and they wave me over. "You made it," my coworker says, giving me a bro hug. "I figured you fags wouldn't be able to snag any pussy if I didn't. You're welcome," I joke, all of us laughing. I order a beer and a round of shots for us to start of the night. We quickly down them, one round turning into three very quickly. We are all laughing, having a good time, when out of the corner of my eye I see a familiar face. Stephen. I quickly turn my head, pretending I didn't see him. What the fuck is he doing here? Who the fuck is that guy with him? Stephen is my best friend and I know every one of his friends and vice versa, so I shouldn't have been surprised when my coworkers called out to him. "Stephen! Buddy! Long time no see, bro," another coworker says, hugging Stephen. His friend and I stand there awkwardly, him waiting to be introduced, and me waiting to hear who the fuck this guy is. I could feel my anger boiling in the pit of my stomach. Jealousy beginning to consume me. "Hey guys! Yeah, I've been so busy with work and shit," Stephen replies, nonchalantly, avoiding my gaze. "Steph," I say nodding at him. "Hey Alex," he says not able to look at me. "Are we missing something? Did you two homos break up?" Kyle, my coworker teases. "Fuck you Kyle," I say laughing it off, Stephen laughs nervously. We all look around awkwardly, sipping our drinks, until Stephen's friend clears his throat loudly, "Oh, um... sorry. Guys, this is Kenny. Kenny these are the guys, Alex, Kyle and Matt," Stephen says. Kenny sticks out his hand, shaking our hands. When he gets to me, I size the guy up. His smile is the first thing I notice, he's got beautiful, pearly white teeth only braces can achieve. He definitely worked out, but not enough to be bulky. To be honest, he is cute. Cute?! What the fuck am I saying. I reach out my hand and grab his tightly. I squeeze a bit too hard and Stephen notices. "Al...Alex... How are you? How's Logan?" Stephen says, causing me to drop Kenny's hand. I watch as Kenny rubs his hand, my friends distracting him, ordering him a drink to give Stephen and I privacy. "Who the fuck is that guy?" I ask, ignoring his questions. "He's a friend," Stephen says looking down, biting his lip. "Are you fucking him?" I question him. "Alex..." Stephen says. "Are. You. Fucking. Him?" I ask, pausing between each word. "Not that it's any of your fucking business, Lex, but no, I am not. You have a lot of fucking nerve asking me shit like that. You haven't spoken to me in a week and before that, shit was already rocky between us, and now you want to act like you care who I'm fucking. Fuck you, I'm done with this shit!" Steph says, walking away from me and going to the bar. I slam my beer and head to the bar, trying to push the interaction out of my head. I know Stephen is right. I have no right to question him like that, but I can't shake the tinge of jealousy I am feeling. When Stephen gets his beer, he and Kenny make their way to another table away from us. Occasionally, I catch Stephen looking at me. I quickly order another round of shots for my friends and drink. "Trouble in paradise?" Matt asks. "We got into a fight over something stupid," I say looking over at Stephen and Kenny. "Lover's quarrel," Kyle laughs, "Don't sweat it bro. Just give him some space and he'll come around. You guys have been best friends for years. He'll come around." I nod, "Yeah. Yeah, I know! Anyway, we came to get some pussy, not sit around and talk about my feelings." We all laugh and take our shots. I catch Stephen's eye and wink at him. He rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to Kenny. I turn back and find Kyle and Matt engrossed in conversation with a group of girls. "Who's your friend?" One girl asks. I can hear the eye-roll in Kyle's voice, when he introduces me. He loved having me around because girls flock to me but hated having me around because girls flock to me. I smile, and he shakes his head, "Never fails," he mutters. "What?! I can't help it, dude," I laugh, the girls look confused. I pull him to the side and whisper to him, "Ok. I'll let you two dickheads have first picks and I'll take one for the team." This brings a smile to their face as we go back to the girls, "Ladies what are we drinking?" "Vodka, cranberry," the unclaimed girl calls out. "Typical," I whisper under my breath, ordering the drinks. The drinks work their magic and I am feeling good. I grab the girl I am assigned, and we start dancing. She is cute and normally I would work my charm, but I had other plans. As we grind on the dance floor, I make sure Stephen is watching as I kiss her. My hands caress her body, before resting on her fat ass. My dick starts to harden as I feel her grind on me. I lean down and pull her into a deep kiss, eliciting cheers from my buddies. "Attaboy, buddy!" I hear them yell out, the girl blushes. If looks could kill, the look Stephen is giving me would definitely kill me. Underneath the anger, I can see the hurt in my best friend's eyes. He knows me better than anyone and he knows this show I am putting on is for him, to hurt him. I didn't want to hurt Stephen, in fact, I had every intention of apologizing to him, until I saw him with Kenny. What kind of a fucking name is Kenny?! Sounds like a fag. Fuck Kenny! Stephen is mine. He's my best friend. I watch as a single tear falls from his eyes, and Stephen rushes to the bathroom. I desperately want to go after him, but it would look suspicious if I chased after a guy. Everyone else was wrapped up in their own world, no one was aware of our interaction, except him and I. Even still, I didn't want to arise unnecessary suspicions. When the song ends, I excuse myself, "I'll be back baby girl. I gotta take a piss." I nervously walk to the bathroom, determined to make things right with Stephen. I walk past Kenny and am tempted to tell him to get lost, but I know that would only hurt my chance of making things right with Stephen. AUTHOR'S NOTES: Sorry for the delay guys, but it's finally here, chapter 16. I tried to write this chapter multiple times, but nothing sounded right. I wanted to add a bit more humanity into Alex while still maintaining his essence. I hope you guys like it. As always, I eagerly await your feedback. Please note, I have deleted the yahoo mailbox and will now solely be using protonmail. Email me your notes and suggestions at lexnifty@protonmail.com. A special thank you to 'hornysuckboy' for editing this chapter! I appreciate all you do for me buddy! Kik group is still accepting active participants if you are interested in joining. A Tumblr has also been created to showcase the photos of the characters of our story! Email me for the link! Thank you to everyone still on this journey with me and Alex. You guys are the reason I continue to write. As long as there is an audience, there will be a story! Lex