Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 14:06:45 -0800 (PST) From: Steve Storyman Subject: Hot Little Brother, Chapter 5 ________________________ Hot Little Brother - Chapter 5 Steve Storyman stevestoryman@yahoo.com Copyright 2004 Steve Storyman DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only. If it is not legal for you to read erotic stories, or you are not of legal age either where you reside or are accessing this page, or are offended by male to male sex or incest, then don't read this story. Other standard disclaimers apply. _____________________ Kevin Matthew Tanner, 18 Joshua Adam Tanner, 16 Josh was gonna stay that way? Forever hard? Was he nuts? I've heard Josh say a lot of dumb things in his life but nothing beat this. I guess I needed to teach him that what goes up must come down, but this was no time for that. "Okay, baby bro, whatever you say." "Cool." "Josh--what just happened--it was . . . I mean, I--" "NO, Kev--don't go feeling bad on me!" "Oh, shit, Josh! No, no, I feel great. Joshy, you're beautiful." The tears flowed from me. "But I just fuck--" "Kevin Matthew," my brother said, "I love you. I don't feel fucked--I feel loved. And--" "Holy shit!" "Yeah," Josh said, suddenly talking very quietly, "it was hot-- YOU were hot, and yeah, okay, I do feel fucked. But Kev, you don't know how awesome it feels." I loved when my brother lived up to his chatterbox reputation, but this was impressive--it wasn't doing anything to stop my tears, and I wasn't complaining. "Yeah I do. I felt so connected to you," I said lovingly. Josh stared into me and never looked so beautiful. In a second, his eyes went wide, along with his smile. "I was just gonna say that!" "No shit?" "Nope." "Damn! I love you so much, Josh!" "Kevin Matthew--" "Why are you calling me that?" Josh never used both my names like that. Besides, as the older brother, I thought only I had the privilege of using both names. "'Cause--this is important. Um . . . so--" Then my little brother kissed me. "Mmm." Josh climbed on top of me, face to face, staring into my eyes. He spoke in a whisper--a kind of sexy, sweet sound. "Kevin Matthew--will you be my g--my boyfriend?" "Joshy, yes! Oh, yes, baby bro!" My heart raced. I couldn't think of what else to say. "Ohhhh." Josh's eyes glazed over and he was in a happy trance. I turned to put us side by side. I hugged him, pressing his tight body into mine, loving this moment, feeling all his sweet hotness. His love for me and mine for him was something new and very big now. All the raw energy, unbridled sex, had boiled down to our love for each other. How simple it was. But it wouldn't stop here. We'd get horny again. We'd make love again. There would be new things to do, and the ability to do them would be refreshed by our sex drives, renewed over and over. "Kev," Josh said dreamily, stirring softly. "Yeah?" "Make love to me again." "I can't, baby bro--I swear, you drained me." "Kev, are you sure?" "Yeah. I'm sorry." I hoped this wasn't too big a letdown for my brother. That's when I realized his dick was still hard, poking into me. "Fuck--you ARE still hard." "Told you I'd stay that way. And don't be sorry. I'm excited I drained you. That means I satisfied you. You don't know how good that makes me feel." This time, I didn't kiss him, he didn't kiss me, we both moved in slowly and it just happened. We kissed and tongued, hugged and rubbed our bodies passionately. I got partly hard, but nothing matched the steel of Joshua's cock. "Don't worry. You'll get me horny again soon--I'll do . . . whatever you want, Josh." "Kev--no--just tell me what to do." I had to grin. This was so good. "Okay, sweet boy--" "Am I a boy?" Now Joshua seemed about 10 years old. "Yes. A boy and a man--a manly boy. But definitely a boy in my eyes." "I like being manly, but my body's not as big as yours, and I wanna be a boy." "Okay--to the rest of the team, you're a strong young man--and you are strong. To me, you're a studly cute boy." "Cute?" "You don't know how fucking cute you are, Josh." He giggled. "You want me to tickle that fact into you?" "You won't. I know you wont. You don't wanna spoil this moment. I know we both feel it." "Are you sure you're only 16?" "Yup," my brother said, giving me his wide grin, reserved only for moments of real happiness. "Shit, you're right. I don't want to tickle you now. But, okay, tell me why--no, tell me HOW you can stay hard so long after you just came?" "You hafta figure it out." "You got that weird smile again Josh. But that's okay, we got all night." "Shit!" Josh yelled, the spell broken for the moment, "What time is it? I need about a hundred hours sleep for tomorrow's practice." "Tomorrow's Saturday, bro." "Oh God, I forgot! No practice. YES! Saturday. That means this is Friday night." Josh was smart, but sometimes he said the dumbest things. "I'd have to agree with you there, Joshy. You sure you're okay? I mean, your dick being so hard, and everything--your cock, I mean. Nothin's busted, is it?" Josh laughed a real belly laugh. "I swear, no. Nothing's busted. Oh yes! We can do anything we want now--take all the time we need!" Then he giggled real bad. "Let's see what you need," I said, taking my brother to the shower and washing him. I wanted to look him over--make sure he was okay. Josh looked sexy with the water flowing across him. I washed his top half, then stared at his bone. It wasn't just hard, it was max hard. I made a ring with my soapy thumb and first finger, then slid the circle over his bouncing cock. "Ohhhh." Josh's knees went weak, as his pole swelled powerfully. "It's definitely working. I gotta take care of that." "Kev, wash us, and let's get back to bed." I got us both clean, and we were face to face again, pillows propping up both our heads. My hands did their own thing lightly rubbing my brother's body. He shivered. His Mona Lisa smile was getting to me--making me think. I put him face down on the bed now--admiring his back, butt--all of him. I rubbed his smooth flesh like never before. All I could think of was the sweet look on my brother's face while I had fucked him--made love to him. I remembered his words, 'But Kev, you don't know how awesome it feels,' he had said. He'd already told me in his own way how good it felt--and his face showed me he loved it. What more did I need? Then it all came to me at once. Josh's impossibly long-lasting bone--harder than ever, pointing up high, ready for anything. I was glad he didn't tell me, and had let me figure it out. My little brother wanted to fuck me. I hugged him so tight, I thought he'd stop breathing for a minute. I bathed his body in kisses, while I thanked God the jar of lube was close, where I could get to it. As I hugged Josh with one hand, I lubed my butt with the other. Could I take him? I was a virgin, too, but little-brother's cock was so much thicker than mine--thicker than a lot of guys.' I pushed a finger into myself, as Josh just cooed at the kisses I was giving his back and neck. I slid my other hand under him-- under his cock, letting its strong hard thickness press my hand solidly into the mattress. Meanwhile I was trying to stretch my ass so I could take him. I strained some new muscles, I think, trying to get two, then three fingers in. And I only partly succeeded with three. My hole had loosened some, maybe not enough to take him painlessly, but fuck the pain. If he could take it, I could, too. "Come on, Joshua Adam, help me get you on your back." That took only a few seconds. I positioned myself over him, facing him, and went right to it. Almost. The look of him made me stop, lie on top of him, and kiss him again. The kiss was too short, I knew--and Josh found himself grasping for me, only to find air. I had moved to a sitting position, over his middle, looking at his face, as I guided my brothers throbbing cock to my hole. I pressed down, making sure his great spike felt its target. "Oh, yeah. Oh God, yeah. Holy shit. You know!" "I do now," I said, sitting harder on his penis. Nothing happened but more pressure. As I let up a little, I tried pushing out a little with my butt, and the head of my brother's cock slid into me. "Kevin, oh!" "Oh God!" I yelled, partly celebrating his pleasure, partly groaning inwardly. The pain was incredible. But I wasn't stopping. I pushed down another inch or so, feeling the heat of his cock penetrate the walls of my ass. I stopped there, wanting to grab on to the love we had shard moments ago; to fill my head with those feelings; to squeeze out everything good from this landmark act--giving my virginity to my brother. And giving him the impossible pleasure that he gave first to me. My head did fill with those thoughts and emotions. Joshua's face never looked so beautiful, sensual, captivating. I pictured his penis. Suddenly the feel of my brother's cock in me wasn't about pain or pleasure. His oversized boyhood was in me--its skin, its texture, its hardness, was inside me--pressing against my insides. And the pressure of him was his pleasure, his love, his desire--that I could satisfy. That was it. His love was inside me. And its pulsation reminded me of his desperate need. I still had some pain to deal with, but the wave of passion I felt for my brother made me lean forward and kiss him. We could only make soft grunting sounds as our lips joined forcefully, but those moans would be the most passionate of our lives. I was sure I was giving my brother my virginity. But if he was taking it, that was his privilege. Either way, we were making love to each other. I loosened, and the tight grip of my flesh fell onto his cock. I shouted, more from pleasure than pain. Josh shouted in ecstasy. I had an inch to go, and relaxing my knees made the tip of my brother's hot penis jab into me. "Yes!" He'd yelled so loudly, my ass tightened on him painfully, but relaxed so fast, the pain melted away. Now, we were pleasuring each other, as he tried to match my thrusts with his. I still wanted control but I yielded to him. Josh raised himself, and put me on my back. He grabbed my ankles roughly, and lifted my legs. "Oh, Kevin, oh!" And he slid into me. "Ahhh!" He stayed that way--relishing the rush of sensations as his cock rejoiced in my hot tunnel with a hundred tiny throbs. I was stunned by his sudden rearrangement of our bodies, the rush of my own pleasure, and thrilled to the new feeling of him on top of me--knowing that angelic face would soon be determined, and the hard thing I had impaled myself on would force itself into me--powered by the muscles of my brother's body. I thought of myself as helpless under him now--waiting to be taken--until he started thrusting. What he did amazed me. Gently, slowly, he withdrew as far as he dared, pausing to look at me, smiling warmly, the sweet look of care on his face. No-- he wasn't going to take me; wasn't going to force himself into me--he would let me draw him in. Gradually, he slid about halfway back in, his eyes burning into mine, reading me. And mine sent him the messages of approval and pleasure he was looking for. Unlike my clumsy effort, my brother made love to me--the pure bliss on his face mingling with our new, silent communication-- the language of lovers' eyes saying so perfectly all that was needed. When enough was exchanged there, he pushed into me all the way. As his swollen head hit bottom, there was more to be said, and our eyes flashed their messages more quickly now, as we became accustomed to this silent interchange. I never imagined lovemaking so linked to this wonderful lock-hold our faces had on each other. Slowly, sweet Joshua stroked. Maybe more slowly than he wanted to--his sexual needs supplanted by something more important and more powerful. There was no pain now. Just the pleasure of such unexpected feelings--and the boy that was giving it--making it all possible. The strain of leisurely stroking and delayed orgasm showed as my brother kept up his slow thrusts. I wondered how long he could stand it. Only at the very end did his young body take over, and this sweet thing I called my brother pounded his cock into me. "Oh--yeah--Josh," I said, my words punctuated by his hammering blows. I swooned there, with his love pole plunging into me, lustily hungering for each slam of him. His every mammoth thrust shot my body full of pleasure, all the way to my cock. But his cock--it's strength, thickness, length--did more than penetrate me and fill me. He was pounding furiously now, his eyes asking forgiveness for what his sleek adolescent body could not control. And he came in gushes. "Oh, KEVIN, oh!" he shouted, his speech filled with lust, his eyes half closed, and his cock doing what it so desperately needed. I never imagined I would actually feel his climax, but the contractions of his cock pulsated my insides. I felt every throb as his penis spurt each frantic spray of himself into me--his boyhood essence, his semen, his beautiful selfhood--all inside me now. But it was more than that, the flow of it out of him--its rush-- the mighty cock that fired his precious stuff--told me that our lovemaking succeeded in satisfying him, and his hot fluids became the symbol of his joy, his ultimate fulfillment. I had loved him back--our squirming bodies no match for the power of the boy that drove himself into my flesh, brother to brother, with me clutching him lovingly, and contracting myself as best I could to grip and pleasure the hungry flesh probing for its release. And having loved him back, with all my heart and body could do, I rested my head peacefully, blissfully on the pillow-- watching my brother wind down, the glow of his face directed at me, but glowing inward happily as well. He was sated now, but there was so much more--untranslatable from the language of our eyes. --Steve stevestoryman@yahoo.com (comments welcomed) Another story of mine coming very soon: Hot Teen Brian and his Boys (Adult-youth, I think. I don't know for sure where Nifty will place it.)