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Obsession For My Little Brother - Conclusion
By
PJ Franklin <pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net>
 

From Part 10 of Obsession For My Little Brother:

The following week at school, everything seemed pretty normal for a change. I would see Aaron's friends now and again sans Josh who I was sure would go out of his way to avoid me. The one guy that got really weird was in fact, Mitch. One day he found me alone sitting under a tree reading a book during some free time. He plopped right down next to me. I looked up,

"Mitch?"

"Hey man," and he looked around us as if the police were near-by or something, "care to get together, have a little fun?" he said without looking at me. What the fuck? Even I looked around us as if I was in the Twilight Zone,

"You mean sex?" I asked fairly incredulous and sure that was not the question.

"Yea, but like, don't tell Aaron or nothing, OK? Just you and me," he replied, still no eye contact.  Damn!

"Mitch. You're not gay," I said.

Mitch looked at me, just looked, stared even and then sighed and looked ahead, "Yea, well. Let's just make sure Aaron and Josh think that, OK?"

His answer made my pulse race,

"Mitch? I said, you're not gay," I repeated.

Mitch then looked flustered and looked around us again for spying squirrels or something,

"I'm not so sure man. Hey, I gotta go. Call me, OK?" and handed me a phone number, got up and left me staring after him.

I looked at the number and by then he was out of sight. Just the thought of Mitch being a closeted fag like me left me in a state of horny bewilderment. One thing was for sure, this was one secret that I was pretty sure I was going to indeed share with Aaron. I was in no mood for any tricks, but why would Mitch trick me like that? Maybe it was true. Maybe.

* * * * * * * * * *

And now, the conclusion …

"You don't think dad would get upset should he find me and Mitch having sex in my bedroom?" I asked Aaron next.

Aaron rolled his eyes, "Cart before the horse dude. You said he hinted … ," and I interjected, "Strongly!"

"Fine, strongly, but that doesn't mean squat. Besides, dad knows everything by now. Just try not to put it in his or mom's face, OK?" Aaron concluded and I could not agree more.

At least I felt I had done the right thing and told Aaron about Mitch's strange announcement and suggestion of earlier that day. He told me I had done the smart thing to ignore Mitch's insistence that Aaron not know, so Aaron could watch my back. Sadly, it didn't cost me anything, sex or some kind of other payback, in fact Aaron seemed preoccupied and left the house that evening apparently including with dad's permission, but he wouldn't tell me where he was going.

My guess was that he was going to visit one of his friends (just not Josh) or even some girl I had seen him hanging around with at school. Speaking of which, the end of the school year was just around the corner, thank God. Aaron had stopped messing up his grades and I even heard him say that he was thinking of not going back to wrestling ever again. That was weird, but who knew what would really happen that far ahead.

At any rate, I was on my own, so I dug out Mitch's number. I fully expected him to have changed his mind about guy sex and maybe even rudely rebuff me over the phone, but he did not. He was still skittish, but I could understand that.

After my joking suggestion that we meet at his place was met with a loud and anxiety filled "are you kidding me?" he agreed to meet me at my place the following Friday night only after I promised him we would have privacy. I didn't really know that then, but suspected the parents would be out and even more strongly suspected Aaron would continue his mysterious outings. I would not be wrong on either account.

I watched grinning ear-to-ear as Mitch stood at our front door, standing like he was anticipating a dreaded dentist appointment, his head twirling from side-to-side as if the cops were about to round the corner and pick him up. I let him knock two or three times before I opened the door,

"Hey Mitch!" I grinned excessively ear-to-ear as he practically bull-rushed past me even quickly closing the door himself. That made me chuckle, but I chose to not tease him about it.

"You didn't tell Aaron did you?" he asked immediately.

"He's not here, he's gone, my parents too like I told you," I deftly evaded his question. Mitch seemed too preoccupied to notice as his head kept looking around rapidly at his surroundings,

"Look, Donny, to tell the truth, I'm so nervous, I could puke," he confirmed, "Relax Mitch, it's not that big a deal, " I said in my best Aaron-speak feeling definitely on top of the situation and calmly took him to the kitchen to get some sodas before we went to my room.

Once safely behind the closed bedroom door, he looked a lot less nervous, but still was chewing on his lips in between sips of soda while I sat on my bed studying him and said nothing figuring to let him tell me what he wanted to do. Mitch was good looking, but I admit I had not paid much attention to the details before now, not even that night up at the lake that Aaron and I punished Mitch and Josh. Just then, thinking about that night made me start to bone in my pants.

"Hey," he finally asked, "You ever think about that night up at the lake?"

I was more than a little shocked at his bringing that up. I would have thought that was the last thing he would want to talk about so I was not going to pass up the chance to jump his shit over it,

"I'm thinking about it now Mitch and my dick is getting hard," I boldly replied and was prepared for him to back way off; but he did not. Instead, he just stood there staring at me a moment more as I openly pawed at my fully hard bulge,

"It's all I can think about, especially that you made Josh and me … " he stopped and bit his bottom lip kind of white in places.

It was like a switch flipped inside of me. I felt really aggressive just then, even angry a little and certainly even more turned on in my mind. I made up my mind to hammer him as hard as I could and if he ran away with his tail between his legs, so be it. I stood up and pointed at him,

"Admit it Mitch, you needed to be punished then and you obviously still do. Look at you, standing there thinking about that night, still guilty as hell. Let's face it, you bullied those younger boys Mitch, you were a complete asshole and you were older and more responsible Mitch," I said sounding like my dad to myself.

Mitch looked definitely chagrinned, but also shocked or stunned and didn't know what to say, so I whipped the leather belt from my jeans, doubled it up and then loudly snapped and pointed it at him,

"You're here because you know you need another good ass whipping. Not only that, you will do everything I say Mitch. You are going to be my bitch. Why? Because that's why you are really here isn't it? Now strip off naked. Do it!" I said feeling the spunk already rising in my balls.

Once again, I fully expected Mitch to get angry, flip me off or just leave and never talk to me again. He did look very nervous and his forehead wrinkled,

"Well … um … what if I don't?" he did stand his ground, but was fully blushed in his face and looked mighty tentative and certainly apprehensive, but made no move to leave the room.

Now I knew I was in control, "You want me to strip you, is that it?" I said and marched over and took his arm.

Keep in mind that Mitch was bigger than me, though not by a lot. He could easily resist or even over power me, but he didn't. He let me bring him to the end of my bed. I stood with him face to face while I started to undo his jeans. He let me! He just looked at me, forehead furrowed as his jeans fell to his ankles.

What was revealed made me stop. He looked down, I looked down with him,

"A red thong? You're wearing a god-damned red thong Mitch?!" I grinned half derisively, half admiringly.

"Nobody knows, not Josh, not my parents, nobody," Mitch said, his face awash in as much shame colored crimson as his thong. I had a pretty good idea by now what Aaron would have said,

"Whatever dude, it changes nothing," I said and taking the narrow red garment in my fingers divested him of it, tossing it dismissively to the side. I observed his raging boner, the head even moist. I stepped to the side,

"You look stupid wearing anything now, strip the rest off yourself," I ordered and he did.

What I now saw was a hot looking guy, about half an inch taller than me, a nice ass, a really nice ass and a big hard cock, as big as Aaron's, big balls too.

"Over the end of the bed, that's how my dad whips my ass. You get ass whippings at home?" I asked. He moved to the end of the bed and lay over it, making me really, really anxious to give him hell.

"No, dad hasn't spanked either Josh or I like since we were in grade school," he said, but I paid his answer no further attention. My attention was on his ass as his pucker came into view.

"I should give that hot hole of yours a good tongue bath and rimming you know. Then after I whip your ass, a good butt-fucking. You still a virgin Mitch?" I said to test both his resolve and his potential appetite for hardcore sex.

He looked back at me and swallowed, I was sure to complain,

"Are you gonna strip off naked too?" he asked instead. Another surprise. Any such question is really not a question at all,

"Give me two seconds," I said moving to where he could easily see me strip. It took me all of ten second and I was naked as requested, my boner pointing right at him. His eyes scanned me up and down, head to toe. Before my vast experiences with Aaron, I would have wilted under such scrutiny. Not now!

"Are you really gonna butt-rape my virgin ass after you whip me?" he then asked and as he did, his pelvis elevated like a damn slut. Mitch would not have made a very good poker player. His tells were quite obvious.

"Jesus fuck Mitch, you've done this before!" I accused him, a bluff really just to push his buttons.

"No, I swear Donny, I haven't!" he said a bit too defensively, but I ignored it.

"I will ass rape you only if you beg me Mitch, after your whipping, OK?" I replied as if I was Aaron.

He nodded and by now I was starting to get impatient to have some action. I was really looking forward to taking his cherry, but not before I gave him a satisfying ass blistering,

"Get that ass up high!" I demanded and he obeyed. Oh boy this was going to be fun. I swung, hard and the doubled belt length screamed across the center of his upturned ass cheeks. He hissed and pounded his feet to the floor as the wide red swath of red bubbled up. I grinned with pleasure and did it again and again and again.

I have to hand it to Mitch, he stayed in place, yelped and howled some, but did not complain or try to move, a sure sign that he either felt far more guilty about what he had allowed to happen to those boys up at the lake, or, he was bound and determined to show me that being my bitch suited him. Either was fine by me.

I whipped Mitch's tail until he looked at me with teary eyes and started to whimper. I stopped and ran my hand over his swollen crimson cheeks and then ran my fingers firmly down over his boy pussy,

"Oh God Donny, it hurts! Please no more!" he sobbed a little, "You know what to do to stop it," I reminded him.

"Oh god, do I have to? Please Donny please don't ass-rape me, I'll behave, I promise!" he said next. Talk about turned on. His pelvis moved higher, his legs spread wider.

The thing was, if Mitch was really still a virgin, he had no idea what he was talking about. He could barely take a finger, much less even my hard dick up his ass, but what the hell? I tossed the belt aside, I wanted to find out, so I spit on my finger first and then leaned over and spit on his hole. That got his attention as I sidled up to his backside,

"Oh god no Donny, please bro, please not your dick up my ass!" he said, forehead furrowed but no movement against it.

"Shut up bitch, it's just a finger," I said rather derisively and then not so slowly, jammed my index finger full force up into his butt-hole.

"Ah fuck! Jesus that hurts!" he wailed and I could feel his sphincter spasm around my digit and for the first time his ass cheeks tried to withdraw from me. He was a virgin, that was for sure.

"Damn right it does, Mitch, and you deserve it," and I started to finger fuck his hole, roughly too, "Take it bitch, enjoy it, this is what you deserve!" I said with edge.

"No, no, please, take it out Donny, I'm sorry, I'm sorrieeee!" he started to wail a bit.

I pulled it out really fast and that made him grimace again. He looked back at me, "Thank you Donny," he said rather politely.

I picked up the belt and contemplated whipping on Mitch some more, but didn't. I felt confused, "OK Mitch, dude … what's going on? Why did you really come over here?"

"I thought I wanted to go all the way. I didn't realize how difficult it is," his face showing his sincerity.

I rolled my eyes much like Aaron might, "Get up. I'm going to give you a hard spanking and then you're going to suck my cock."

He nodded, "Yes Donny, thank you Donny," he replied and stood.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and he did not resist as I guided him over my knee. I could literally feel the heat radiating off of his already scorched ass cheeks. I smiled. I was having more fun than I could have anticipated and aside not getting to ass-ream his tanned hide, I would make him suffer other ways. What had I become?

I raised my spanking hand and slapped one cheek and then the other. If anything, my dick had lost a little verve while using the belt but now my cockhead was leaking. I picked up spanking speed very quickly. Once again Mitch's face screwed up and he looked to be fighting not bawling like a baby. I didn't care. He deprived me of ass-fucking his hot whipped ass so he was going to pay.

"OK, OK! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" and Mitch's hands flew back to protect his seat. I stopped the spanking still wondering why he didn't just fly up to his feet, tell me to fuck off and leave the room and house or maybe even try to strike back, but he didn't.

I paused just long enough to hold down his wrists at the small of his back and then spanked him more, a lot more until my hand was sore, but by then he was kicking and starting to fight me. I stopped, "Get on your knees!" and pushed him off of my lap. His face was red and wet and he looked at my leaky dick,

"Suck it, get it in your mouth bitch!" I sneered at him. This was not what Aaron would have done or at least not his style or his attitude and realizing that just then, in my mind, something snapped, "Fuck Aaron anyway," and grabbed the hair on the back of Mitch's head I said it again, "I said, suck my fucking cock!" and with worried eyes, Mitch let me pull his mouth onto my shaft.

I let Mitch lick and feel his way. I could tell he was a rank amateur now. I felt like a porn star compared to him, but have to observe that he was whimpering a little and used his hands trying to touch and please me, but in doing so, started to bore me,

"Time to eat Mitch baby," I said and forced him to take more cock. He gagged, I let him off. He looked up at me with teary eyes,

"Want to quit, huh?" I asked him kind of roughly really. He shook his head indicating he wanted to go on, "OK then, now suck out my balls," I instructed.

Mitch's lips and tongue did the rest. Within a few more efforts I felt my stuff rise up, "I'm gonna cum!" I warned him and he did what I suspected he would and jerked back. I let him to an extent keeping his face right in front of my piss slit. I reached down and fisted myself over the edge and a really nice orgasm swept through my body as I shot my stuff half into his mouth and half onto his face.

He sat back wincing and even looked kind of discouraged or disgusted as he wiped his face. I looked down, Mitch's dick was limp. I did not give a shit at that moment,

"Well, that's it then. You got most of what you came here for I guess," I said wondering how he would handle my attitude.

He looked down at himself, "What about me?" and that made me chuckle. Aaron would have said just what I was about to say and did, "Not my problem dude, not my problem."

He stood up and sighed, looked at his beaten ass, wiped his face clean of semen though I noticed he swallowed what semen was in his mouth and then got himself dressed. I showed him out. He said a rather plain, "Thanks man," and I watched him waddle to his car.

As Mitch drove away, I felt strange. I felt like in treating Mitch as I had, that maybe I had come full circle. Maybe my relationship with Aaron was changed or even over, after all nothing seems to last forever. It felt kind of sad to think that, but my gut told me it was perhaps true.

* * * * * * * * * *

Summer vacation came on, only not a vacation for me. Dad made me get a job, not that I wouldn't have got one my own, he just added his look of "or else" to my motivation. I loved to eat fast food, so I got a job at one of the local burger joints.

Aaron didn't have to work and would usually be going to one wrestling camp after another as he had the prior two summers. That's when I knew things had really changed when he didn't. As I had suspected, he lost interest in wrestling and in fact in short order started to show up at my burger place not to harass me, but to show off his new girlfriend, Wendy Porter.

I gave Aaron credit, Wendy was a pretty hot looking girl. I would grin at Aaron and give him two thumbs up and he would grin back. They never hung around. They would order meals to go and then take off, holding hands no less. This went on for like six weeks pretty solid. I hardly ever saw my little brother anymore. I missed his company, missed the sex with him as well, but was never convinced it would really last.

Mitch disappeared as well. I figured he was off doing summer things as demanded by his parents, but then one evening shift at my burger joint, Mitch sauntered in with this guy who looked a bit older than him. Mitch had graduated from high school after all so I figured the other guy to be in college or at least college age. Mitch was pleasant and introduced me to Eric. Eric to my eye looked to be in charge, of Mitch that is. I felt displaced, funny feeling. Perhaps I made way too many assumptions that they were fucking, I probably was just reading my own shit into it. Later I found out, I was right.

Dad finally let me off the hook from working by the end of July that summer leaving the hot dog-days of August remaining until school, my vaunted senior year. My birthday was in August as well, I would be eighteen, a fully legal adult. The birthday party was really great. Mom and dad went out of their way and even gave me control of a car if I wanted to go to up to Lake Pomeroy lake and have a weekend without them rather with "my friends," as they put it. A perk of growing up I figured.

I prepared a short list of guys I would want up there with me, but it had only one name, my little brother Aaron. I knew that was likely a non-starter as he was now busy with his girl, but he surprised me, "Come on, just you and me," Aaron said. I was shocked,

"What about Wendy?"

"I don't think you want Wendy and I to be making out in the car or up at the lake Donny, get real. Besides, I figure, one last time?"

When he said that, I almost choked. I knew what he meant. I knew he was moving on and knew it was the right thing, for both of us really, "One last time," I gamely smiled.

I almost regretted it on the way up to the lake. Aaron babbled on about Wendy like she was the love of his life. Maybe she was. It was a reality check for me, however. I knew I was gay and that Aaron was not. That he had done as much as he had with me during the prior year, I should and would be grateful for the rest of my life, but still, he was my first and you simply never forget that either.

We got up to the cabin that dad had reserved for us, ironically it was the same cabin that we had caught Josh and Mitch trying to bully the younger boys, Paul and Ricky. Being up here alone with Aaron immediately felt bizarre. No mom, no dad, no adults. Wait, I was an "adult" now, my rookie year as it were.

Aaron must have been reading my mind as we unpacked the car of a few things, "So how does it feel to be an adult?" he asked. I sighed, "Not so different, really," and suddenly he flung a piece of clothing at me. I caught it. It was a new T-shirt. I opened it and laughed, I laughed hard. The T-Shirt read in big black lettering on the front, "I'm eighteen now," and on the back, "I still need spankings."

I did not hesitate, dropped everything, pulled of my sweater and plain t-shirt underneath and put the new T-shirt on. I felt proud of it, of myself, of Aaron. I grinned ear-to-ear, "Thanks man."

"Looks good on you Donny, you gonna wear it when we go to the village to eat and stuff?" he asked with a small smirk.

"Of course I am," I said confidently feeling a familiar stirring. Then he had another bag and gave it to me. I looked inside. My eyes got big and my cock got harder, it was shaving supplies and not necessarily for the face and something else that cinched the deal. I took a hold of the handle and brought that item out. It was our hairbrush.

"Is all of this what I think it's for?" I asked, shamelessly blushing.

"Naturally. Best get the weekend started right. You're going to get shaved, paddled with the brush and then … " and he looked at me knowingly. My cock was rock hard by now, "Now?"

"Yes now! Move it Donald Alan Wagner!" he chided slapping my flank and I did move it.

We moved the few things we had brought for the weekend into the house and I bolted to the bedroom, stripped off naked but kept the T-shirt on. I went into the cabin's bathroom and got stuff ready and then stood there, my cock jumping and dancing. I realized this most likely would be my last times with Aaron and I was bound to make them memorable.

Aaron was soon dressed down to just a pair of his sexy soccer shorts. I knew that it was too much to ask that he be turned-on. He was not, but in a way, it was hotter for me that he was not.  At any rate, Aaron was all business. He had me stand, hands on head and proceeded to shave my pubes in front. He made me clean up the mess and then sat down and drew my naked ass across his knees, my ass at the corner.

I had "snuck" my hard cock back between my thighs as I had done that first time months ago. He let me, but I had snuck nothing by him, "I'm going to shave your boy pussy, then blister your butt with the hairbrush. You're going to have to cum before I stop and then you're going to service me any way I want."

"Yes, thank you Aaron," I made sure to say and then savored how he masterfully shaved around my anus. Oh it so make my cock twitch so much. Then he set aside the shaving kit, wiped my ass clean and then picked up the brush. He said nothing and then started to paddle me.

It had been so long, I had quite forgotten how painful a good brushing is, but Aaron reminded me. I wiggled and shimmied some and as he properly peppered me, I felt sorry if he and Wendy were to get married and have children, sons especially as their papa would already know how to properly discipline their sorry little asses.

"Come on Donny, what's it gonna be? Can't do this all day," he said with typical Aaron sarcasm. He was right. The paddling was making my ass sore and depressing my cock just enough so I could not quite get over the top.

"Finger my hole please?" I asked him with confidence.

Well, Aaron did that and more. He jammed his whole thumb up my hole. It hurt like hell at first. I winced, but let it pass and then quickly it started to feel great and it was all I needed,

"I got it now! I'm gonna cum!" as a huge wonderful orgasm surged through me, I shot my load. Aaron dumped me off onto the floor just like he always did,

"OK butt-boy, on your knees," and he stood up hands on hips looming over me.

I popped up to my knees and engulfed his soft cock into my mouth, my hands clutching his sexy hips. As Aaron's cock gradually hardened, I slowly snaked my right hand around his sexy ass towards his butt-crack,

"Yea, go ahead, I know you want to," he said with a hard smirk in his voice.

That gave me permission to finger his tight hole and slip in a fingertip. Maybe he would never admit it; but as soon as I did that, I could feel the tension in his cock increase and he started to give me a serious mouth fucking. He shot his load shortly after, the weekend seemed to have started.

We hit the bricks and walked to the village instead of driving. It was sort of like old times, sort of not. Aaron went on and on about Wendy. He was growing up, getting into more adult things and themes that would suit him into his future. I had no idea what my future would be. I had no boy friend, not a real one anyway. It made me a little envious.

I proudly wore my new labeled T-shirt, but nobody paid it or us any attention because of it. We walked back. There was no Mitch and Josh to distract us. We ended up watching DVDs and he even read a book during the movie, never saw Aaron do that, kind of scary actually.

We bedded down in the front room in sleeping bags that night both of us too lazy to want to make up beds and all. That was fine with me. It was kind of cool with the fireplace burning itself out and all. I feel asleep, but then awoke like in the early morning hours. I wasn't sure why, but something was poking me. It was Aaron,

"Hey bro, let me in, I want to fuck you," he said. That got my attention.

I rolled over to my tummy, even moved my pillow to under my hips. Aaron mounted me from behind. It was like old times but as he fucked me, hard and lustful, I felt like I should memorize it that it would be the last time.

The next day we got up and walked down to the village and waterfront docks early. Aaron seemed distracted, but I figured I knew why,

"Hey Aaron, let's pack up and go home early, OK? This was great and all last night, but I got stuff to do at home."

He looked at me and for like the first time ever, he looked a little guilty. I knew he wanted to be with his girl, but I was not about to give him a bad time about it, "It's OK, I mean, if you want to Donny, it's your birthday bro."

We walked around for a while and nothing seemed to resonate, "Let's head back to the cabin and get out of here," I said and then I heard a voice from behind us, "Hey, aren't you Donny Wagner?"

We turned. There stood this guy, oh boy, tall, athletic and to my eye, hunky, kind of a Mitch, but taller and beefier, OK, not like Mitch, "Yea, I am, who are you?" I asked.

He walked up all confident and all and held out his hand, "I'm Zack Lofthouse. You don't know me yet, I'm new around here. I'm going to be a senior at your school this year. I came to the lake here with the Goodwins, but I talked to Mitch the other day. He said to look you up if I found you up here."

We shook, his fist firm, but not overwhelming. I started to get a tad excited, "Mitch huh," I said uncommitted.

He looked around us seeming to make sure we were not overheard, then specifically at Aaron, "Is he cool?"

"This is my little brother, Aaron. He's more than cool," I said confidently and he offered to shake hands. Aaron did not shake his hand, "If you talked to Mitch, what kind of crap did he tell you?" kind of pleasantly defensive to my mind and ear.

Zack grinned, "Mitch warned me about you. That's cool. Mitch told me your big brother here is a stud, that I should hook up with him if I can."

I chewed on my lips, but plowed ahead, "I'm gay," I said.

"So am I," Zack smirked, "and Mitch told me you're into some stuff."

I looked at Aaron, getting excited, "Yea, lots of stuff."

I was wearing that special T-shirt Aaron gave me the prior day, but it was under a windbreaker jacket. I opened the jacket and turning, showed Zack the black lettering.

"Nice, very nice. So, are you serious? If you are, I'm your guy," Zack said.

"Um, yea!" I said and looked at Aaron.

Aaron grinned ear-to-ear. I knew exactly what was on his mind and I just shook my head, "If you fuck up and get caught, don't blame me!"

He smiled, "You worry too much Donny. Don't worry, I'll drive carefully and I'll handle dad if it comes to that."

Zack was new in the area and was living with relatives near to my home actually. He walked with us back to our cabin asking me tons of questions about school. By the time we arrived back at the cabin, Aaron was trailing us and I was fully engaged, my dick hardening.

I helped Aaron pack his stuff up into the car and then stood with him before he got into the driver's seat. I sighed and looked at my awesome little brother,

"Drive safe. Find Wendy when you get back."

Aaron smirked a typical Aaron smirk, "Have fun bro," and we hugged.

Aaron got in the car and as he did, Zack came over to me and stood and watched with me as Aaron drove off. Zack's arm came across my shoulders. I liked that and as he did, I realized that I no longer had an obsession with my little brother.

The End

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