Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2018 00:20:55 +0000
From: lexnifty <lexnifty@protonmail.com>
Subject: My Little Brother The Slut Chapter 20

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"Hey, Alex!  Yeah, I am ready to work out," Julian says, winking at the
front desk receptionist he is talking to.

"I see you met, Tanya.  Be careful with that one.  She can never get
enough, and the way you were showing her attention..." I say laughing,
trying to get my mind off this morning's events.

"Sounds like you're speaking from experience. But I bet you don't have any
problems with the ladies, bro," Julian replies, following me to my office.

"You're one to talk.  You got this whole wholesome boy next door thing
going on," I say laughing.

"Well, what can I say?!  Thanks, mom and dad," Julian replies cockily.

I laugh when he says that.  This guy is definitely a breath of fresh air
from my typical clients.  Not only is he already in great shape, he knows
it.  If I am honest with myself, he kind of reminds me a bit of... well,
me.  Cocky, handsome, charming.

"Alright, well let's start with some measurements and then you can tell me
all about your goals and eating habits and I'll fill in the blanks," I say
grabbing a tape measure and BMI caliper from my desk, closing the blinds.

"Should I just strip here?" Julian asks looking up at me, smiling.

There is something captivating about his smile, something mysterious, and
yet warm and comfortable.  I realize I don't know much about him except
that he just moved here, probably with a girl, I think to myself
dejectedly.

Wait!  What the hell am I saying?!  Seriously, Alex?!  'This kind of
thinking, assuming everyone wants your dick is what got you into this in
the first place,' I think to myself.  I realize I still haven't replied to
Julian as he repeats himself.

"You seem distracted," he says to me.

"Nah, man.  Just a rough morning.  My kid brother lives with me and this is
his last week of school.  But yeah, go ahead and get undressed, you can
keep your shorts on.  I can just lift them up when I am ready to take your
measurements," I explain to him.

"How'd that come about?" Julian asks.

"That's a long story for another time," I reply, not wanting to really get
into it right now.

As great as he is, I barely know him.  I don't make it a habit to divulge
my personal life to complete strangers.  The look on Julian's face lets me
know, he understands.

"My bad.  None of my business," Julian says quickly.

Before I can reply, Julian peels his shirt off and his impressive upper
body comes into view.  He isn't as bulky and meaty like me, he's more
athletic and toned.  Julian's body is what you expect to see in expensive
cologne ads.  His Adonis belt and abs are impressively toned and visible,
while his pecs are well defined but definitely could use some work.

I find myself staring at him a bit, and he catches me but doesn't say
anything.  Even though I told him he could keep his shorts on, he pulls
them down, shaking his legs, letting them fall to the ground before
stepping out of them.

Not only is he packing in the ass department, there is definitely more than
an average amount of bulge in the front.  Concentrate, Alex!  The last
thing I need is another fling with another guy.  I realize he is probably
enjoying showing off his body, and I clear my throat as I grab my tape
measure and ask him to lift his arms.

"So, while I am taking measurements, why don't you tell me what your goals
are?" I ask trying to steer the conversation to the reason he is here.

"Honestly, I want to maintain what I have.  I don't wanna be big and bulky,
no offense," he says smiling at me.

"None taken," I chuckle as I write down some of his upper body
measurements.

"I do want my chest and arms to get bigger.  My lower body is fine, but my
quads could use more definition," he says to me.

"Yeah, your chest is a bit small compared to the rest of you, but it could
be your current training regimen.  Flex me for me," I instruct, and he
smiles cockily and flexes his bicep.

"Come on, Julian.  I said flex," I tease, and he laughs and lightly shoves
my arm.

"Whatever, we don't all live in the gym like you," he says, teasing back.

"Oh, this?" I ask flexing my bicep and the arm cuff of my shirt stretches,
luckily it doesn't rip, "so you were saying?"

"Whatever, man.  That might work with the ladies, but that shit doesn't
impress me," he says.

"I hope you have as much energy as your mouth does when we hit the floor,"
I tease, and he laughs while raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"Bring it on," Julian taunts.

After all the talking, I take his other measurements, needing only his
waist now.  I come up behind him, wrap my arms around his torso and place
the tape measure around his waist.  His athletic ass is perky and sits
level with my dick.

"29-inch waist," I say, and he smiles proudly.

"Alright, well, since your goal is to grow your pecs, I'd like to try some
things just to see where you're at and go from there," I say, allowing him
to get dressed before leading him onto the gym floor.

Over the next hour, I have him lifting heavy with low reps and I can tell
he's exhausted, but he's no quitter.  To say I am impressed is an
understatement.  During his rest periods we get to know each other a bit
better too.  It doesn't happen too often for me, but when you vibe with
someone it just works.

"So, what made you move here?" I ask him as he finished up his last set.

Dripping in sweat, and attempting to catch his breath, he replies,
"Honestly?  I was in a bad relationship.  No matter what happened between
us, I couldn't get away.  So, when I got a job offer working for an
aerospace engineering company, I realized this was the sign I needed.  I
packed my shit and left."

"Damn, dude.  That's deep.  Guess that's why I don't do relationships.  Too
much drama, plus I'm selfish.  Not to mention, when you have a 14-year-old
brother living with you, it's hard," I say try to be sympathetic.

"Yeah, I can't imagine.  I'm just glad I did well enough in school and had
a few job opportunities," Julian replies.

"So, you're trying to say you're smart?  Subtle," I tease, and he laughs,
wiping his brow with the bottom of his shirt, his toned torso hairless,
glistening with sweat.

"I do alright.  What about you?  Hope I didn't cross the line by asking
about your brother earlier," He says, walking towards the locker room.

"No, it's ok.  I guess I should be used to that question by now," I say
rubbing the back of my neck.

"Well my dad passed away a few years ago.  I came out here for school from
Chicago It's always just been the three of us since I can remember," I say
reminiscing a bit before continuing, "I didn't want my little brother being
raised by someone other than family and so he moved out here to live with
me," I tell him.

"Wow.  That's admirable, man.  He's lucky to have a big brother like you.
I'm sorry to hear about your dad, but I'm sure he's proud of you, too.
You're doing great, I'm sure.  Though, I am sure it doesn't always feel
like that," he says, scratching the back of his neck, exposing his hairy,
sweat soaked pit.

"Sorry didn't mean to get all personal and emotional with you," I laugh
nervously, "but, thanks. You're definitely right about that, though!" I
say.

Right before we head into the locker room, I get a page from the front
desk.  I didn't want the conversation to end.  Something about this guy is
intriguing.  Beyond on the cocky facade, there's a genuine person.

"Well, duty calls, but I would like to see you twice a week for the first
month just to keep track of your progress and give me a week and I'll have
your workout routine ready for you for the days you don't train with me.
Great job today," I say, giving him a warm squeeze on his shoulder.

"For sure and thanks, Alex!  Oh, by the way, I don't really know too many
people here, so if it isn't too weird, would you maybe wanna grab dinner or
drinks?  I'm just tired of eating alone and I don't wanna do the whole
tinder thing," he says, laughing a bit bashfully.

"Yeah sure, dude, I could use some new company too.  When you are done
getting dressed, find me and I'll leave my number for you.  I better go
though, my next client is probably here," I say and smile at him before
walking away.

I don't know what it is, but I felt comfortable talking to Julian.  He
listened, and didn't pry; he already felt like a friend, easy to talk to.
It makes me miss the days where the guys and I could just sit back, drink a
beer, and watch the game together.

About 20 minutes later, I see Julian walking out of the locker room,
showered and dressed.  The shorts he has on were short and showed off his
bubble butt.  I excuse myself from my client and walk over to him, handing
him my business card with my cell on it.

"Who wears short shorts?" I tease, and he rolls his eyes, laughing.

He reaches out, our fingers touching for a bit longer than necessary,
smiles and looks down at the card and then at me, running his fingers
around the edge of the card.

"Thanks, man.  I seriously appreciate this!" He says.

"No problem.  Text me so I have your number," I say, giving him a quick
grin before heading back to my client.

If even for a bit, Julian and work are able to distract me from my worries.
Luckily, I finish up early and head to school to pick Logan up.  When I
pull up to the school, buses and cars have crowded the pick-up site.

I look over and see Logan and Nico talking to Casey and Christian.  I honk
my horn and they all look back and smile, waving, all but Nico.  He rolls
his eyes but follows behind them as they make their way to the car.

"Hey!  What are you doing here?" Logan asks smiling, getting in the car.

"Well I got off work early and figured I'd pick you up instead of having
you take the bus.  Do you guys need a ride home?" I ask the other three.

"No! I'll just walk," Nico says flatly and starts to walk away.

Casey and Christian exchange a look with each other and go after him.

"What's his deal?" I ask Logan, pretending I have no idea.

"Honestly, I don't know?  He's been weird all day.  Plus, we're all
supposed to study together, so I dunno why he's saying he's going to walk.
Oh yeah, by the way, can they come over?" Logan asks.

I ruffle his hair and he pushes my hand away, "So you were just gonna have
them come over and not tell me?" I say, and he blushes.

"Well I figured it would be ok," he says meekly.

"It's fine.  They can come over, Bubba.  Class got cancelled so I can take
them home after, too." I say, and he smiles in excitement.

"Can you buy us pizza, too?" Logan asks pressing his luck making me laugh.

Before I can even respond, Casey and Christian come back with Nico in tow.

"Nico forgot we were supposed to study," Casey says to no one in
particular, "Hey Alex.  Before you ask, we all already called our parents
and told them we are coming over.  They should be texting you soon."

"You know me too well!" I tell her, looking in my rearview mirror at Nico
and he looks like he'd rather be anywhere but near me at the moment.

Almost as if on cue, my phone receives three text messages from their
parents, "man, you guys are fast," I tell the kids, "oh and Logan, about
the pizza, sure.  Go ahead and order it.  I have cash at home and I don't
feel like cooking anyway."

They all cheer except for Nico, "dude, seriously, you're bumming me out.
What's your problem?" Christian asks, surprising me and making me chuckle.

Christian rarely speaks so I laugh when he tells Nico he's a bummer.  I can
tell by the glare Nico is giving me through the rear view mirror, he's not
assumed.  If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Oh, is something funny, Alex?" Nico asks crossing his arms, accentuating
my name.

"No, buddy.  I just have never heard Christian say more than two words, and
I thought it was funny.  No beef here, bro," I say trying to tread lightly,
unsure how he might react.

I look into the rearview mirror again, this time my eyes lock with Nico's
beautiful almond shaped eyes.  I do my best to communicate with him through
just a look, begging him to not say anything.  This is definitely not the
time nor the place.

"Oh yeah, ha-ha, he's hilarious," Nico says, rolling his eyes and looking
away from me, the hurt still showing in his eyes.

The rest of the car ride is awkwardly silent.  No one wanted to say
anything in fear they might piss Nico off.  I couldn't drive fast enough,
not only did I want to end this uncomfortable silence, but I wanted a
chance to try and talk to Nico, alone.

When I pull into the driveway, Logan and his friends quickly take off
running inside.  I lock the car and start walking inside when I get two
more text messages.

"Hey, it's Julian," the first text reads.

"Can you bring ice tonight?  Come over around 8," Stephen texts.

"No problem.  I have a house full of kids studying right now.  Oh, and is
it cool if I bring a friend?" I text Steph back.

"A friend?  Who?  But sure, I guess..." Stephen texts back immediately.

I know my best friend better than anyone and I can tell he is suspicious.
He knows every single one of my friends and I know he would want to know
who I am calling a friend.

"He just moved here, and I started training him.  He's cool.  You will like
him," I text back and quickly reply to Julian.

"Hey man.  My best friend is having the guys over for the game, if you
wanna come?  My brother and I are going," I text, including the address to
Steph's place.

"You sure it's ok?  If it is, sure.  I was just going to sit at home
anyway," he texts, and I reply with a thumbs up.

When I walk inside, I notice Nico is finally acting like his normal self
and contributing to the group study session.  However, as soon as he sees
me, he rolls his eyes.  I try my hardest not to laugh, but it's honestly
pretty cute how mad he is.

Part of me wants to grab him by the back of the neck and force him upstairs
and fuck his brains out but the other part knows I fucked up and a good
fuck, no matter how good it is, is probably not going to fix the problem.
Not this time.

I head upstairs and shower trying to clear my head.  I know I fucked up,
but right now Nico doesn't even want to hear me.  I can't just pluck him
out of the group and say hey let's fix this.  Not without everyone
wondering what the fuck is going on.  I quickly get dressed in time to hear
Logan call out for me.

"Lex!!  Pizza's here!!" Logan shouts.

Dressed in nothing but a thin pair of basketball shorts, I head downstairs.
I can feel my cock and balls swinging as I descend the staircase.  I feel
all eyes on me, particularly my bulge.

I head to the kitchen and grab the cash out of a jar I keep money in for
Logan when I'm at school.  I head to the door and can hear them all
whispering to each other in the living room.

"Seriously your brother is so hot," Casey says laughing.

"Shut up!  He's my brother!" Logan says, giggling.

"Well it's true!  I swear he isn't wearing underwear," Christian's squeaky
voice whispers.

I laugh to myself as I pay the pizza guy and notice the only one that
didn't say anything is my precious boy, Nico.  How can I fix this?!  It's
not like I can just stop talking to Steph, he's my best friend.  Maybe if I
am honest with him?  He has to know how fucked we would both be if anyone
found out.

Not only would everyone find out he's gay, but I would probably get thrown
in prison!  Jesus, Alex!  How the fuck did you get yourself into this
mess!?

"Come eat guys!" I say grabbing a slice of pepperoni as the mob of hungry
teenagers come running into the kitchen.

Logan grabs plates for everyone and while they're all distracted, I reach
out and grab Nico's hand.  He lets my fingers linger, before pulling away
harshly and mouthing 'I hate you' to me.  I can see the tears welling up in
his eyes.

Nico takes a deep breath and pushes the tears away, grabbing two slices of
pizza and retreating back into the living room.  His rejection and hurt are
killing me, but I know right now there's nothing I can do, not with
everyone around.

When I finish eating, I start cleaning up and head upstairs to get ready.
It was 7 and I figured I could give them another half hour before I round
them all up and drive them home.  I throw on a pair of jeans and a cut off
shirt that showed off my beefy pecs, and my hairy chest, before heading
back downstairs.

"You guys ready to go?" I ask as I see them all start to gather their books
and notes.

"Yeah!  Are you sure you can drop us off?" Christian asks.

"Yeah, of course.  Logan, when I get back we are going to watch the game at
St...  We're gonna go watch the game, so get upstairs and get ready," I
say, and he nods in agreement.

I am relieved Nico is texting on his phone, so he didn't hear me almost
slip up and say Stephen's name.  Now was not the time to add salt to his
wounds.

After dropping Casey and Christian off, both all too happy to thank me for
pizza and the ride.  I smile and they both giggle before running off inside
their respective homes.  It was at that moment I realized I missed Nico
looking at me like that.

"Can you at least get in the front seat?  I don't want it to look weird.
Plus, I'm not your chauffer," I joke with Nico and get an eye roll.
Begrudgingly, he joins me in the front seat, his legs facing away from me
and looking out the window.  I can feel the pain and anger radiating from
his body.  It takes everything in me not to wrap my arms around him and
attempt to comfort him, but I know that's not going to help.

"You know, you can't ignore me forever," I say to him and he turns around
and looks at me with disgust.

"You're right, I can't, but I can try," he sighs, "and just so you know,
the only reason I don't tell Logan is because I don't want to hurt him,
he's my best friend.  But from now on I don't want you to text me or call
me or anything.  You used me!  After we had sex, I told you I loved you and
you didn't say anything.  I thought maybe it was too soon, but now I
realize I was nothing more to you than a fucking toy," he says crying.

I pull over on the side of the road and place the car in park.

"Nico, come on baby.  You know that's not true.  Look, I care about you, a
lot.  More than I should!  But Nico, you're 13," I say trying to avoid
mentioning Stephen and keeping the conversation about us.

"Seriously?!  Now you care that I'm 13.  You didn't care when you were
fucking me!  You didn't care when I was sucking your dick!  Just fucking
tell me the truth!  It has nothing to do with the fact I'm only 13.  You're
just a fucking player!  You get guys to fall for you and then you move on
to whoever else you want!  Logan was right!  You will put your dick in any
hole!" He says, shrugging my hand off him angrily, when I touch his
shoulder.

He isn't wrong.  Not only do his words sting, the fact my brother also
thinks I use people as just a hole, hurts.  It's not true, is it?  I do
have genuine feelings for Nico, but he's a kid and I'm not gay.  Stephen is
my best friend and when we have sex, it isn't planned.  Am I gay?  I hit
the steering wheel hard in frustration before replying.

"You're right, Nico.  I am confused about what I want.  Look... up until I
saw you, I didn't think I was actually into guys," I say trying to sweet
talk him, "I am straight... but with you, it's different," I say and he
scoffs, "it is different!  I cared about you, and I still do.  If I didn't,
I wouldn't have kissed you or made sure you were ok during sex.
Nico... you're young, it's not like you and I can just go out in public and
express our love for each other," I say.

"And Stephen?  I'm sure you say the same shit to him!" Nico shouts.

"Nico... Steph has been my best friend since I moved here.  I can't just
cut him off.  I didn't know he was going to come over.  I wanted to spend
my night with you in my arms, but he showed up.  He would have suspected
something was up if I just told him to leave.  Plus, he was drunk.  Come on
Nico.  I'm trying here, man!" I say.

"You know what, Alex?  You're right.  I was stupid to think this would
work.  From now on, you don't have to worry about me anymore.  You can go
ahead and keep fucking whoever you want!  Don't worry, I'm not going to
tell anyone you fucked me.  You do you and I'm gonna do my own thing!" Nico
says before getting out of my car and not looking back.


AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Thank you all for bearing with me during my hiatus.  I recently returned to
school for my final semester of school and life has been hectic.  I
apologize for the delay in answering emails and updating you guys on the
story.  However, here it is and while it is not filled with sex, it's
important for me to set the stage for the drama that will no doubt ensue.

Thank you all again so much for your encouraging emails asking me to
continue.  It's seriously why I devoted this last weekend to writing.  I
hope you all enjoy the chapter.  Like always, please send me your thoughts
and suggestions.

What does Nico mean by what he told Alex?  Is Julian gay, or just being
friendly?  What will happen when he and Stephen meet?  I am curious to hear
your thoughts.

Special thanks to my editor 'hornysuckboy' for helping with my writing and
making it easier for you guys to read.  You are amazing, and you have no
idea how much I appreciate you, dude.

Alex