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Sean & Conor Price - You Slut Want to be a Star, Little Brother?

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PROLOGUE:

Sean (17) knew that they had a good chance to actually win the show. His skills playing the guitar and writing songs perfectly complimented the rockstar voice of his drop-dead gorgeous brother Conor (15). Everybody loved Conor's confidence. Everybody always complimented how well he sang. Nobody could believe his young age in the face of his enormous talent.

Sean knew that people considered Conor to be the star of the duo.

Conor must never find out that he can succeed without me! He can never leave!

Keeping his brother under control was priority No.1!

Sean knew that dominating his brother into submission was the best way to engrave into his brain that he needed Sean.

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CHAPTER 1: Live Shows Week Two

The show was over. The public voted them through. Sean was one step closer to achieving his dream becoming a worldwide recording artist.

Yet, Sean was furious. Their performance had been mediocre at best. If it hadn't been for their growing social media following voting for them despite the lackluster singing, they would be packing their bags. Spanish week had been a tough motto. They didn't make it work.

"We made it, they loved it!" Conor shouted and jumped on the bed. Sean forcefully closed the door of their luxurious London penthouse apartment the network had rented for them for the duration of the Live Shows. The view over Trafalgar Square was breathtaking. Most windows in the surrounding skyscrapers were lit up. The city below was buzzing like a distant echo of the studio audience an hour ago.

Sean ignored the mesmerizing view and focused on the task at hand: Conor and his misplaced excitement.

When Conor saw Sean's expression, he stopped in the middle of the bed. "What's wrong? Aren't you proud?"

"Why would I be proud?" Sean said. "Your singing was karaoke. It was shit. We were shit in front of a million people!"

Conor's smile vanished. "The people loved it. The crowd was wild." He said.

"I hated it!" Sean said.

He let it sink in for a second.

Then, he switched to his deep commanding voice he sometimes used in his rapping. "Come here."

Conor's cute expression was gone completely. His eyes were open wide. Would he be punished even though they got through?

Sean grabbed Conor's head and pushed him to his knees. Then he directed Conor's chin upwards and looked down into his brothers fearful eyes.

Sean had to ignore how perfect Conor looked.

"I told you to sing like your life depended on it. You could have avoided this".

Now, Conor was afraid. He had sucked his brothers powerful cock many times before. He was used to feel the thick flesh in his mouth. He knew that it was his job to suck Sean's dick and drink drink cum whenever his brother needed relief. He knew his place.

Yesterday, Sean had upped the ante. Unless Conor was going to deliver the best performance of the night, his ass would be broken in. His 15 year old virgin ass had never been penetrated and Conor was afraid.

"Please don't!" Conor said. "I did my best, I promise!"

Sean didn't reply. He opened his zipper and slowly pulled out his 8 inch cock. It was a perfectly shaped piece of meat and Sean was proud of it. Even soft it was a beauty to look at. With his perfect cock he knew he could rule the world.

Sean rested the cock on Conor's face.

"Make it hard".

Conor reached up and wrapped his slender fingers around the big piece of meat. He slowly jerked up and down. He felt the blood streaming into his brothers cock as the flesh became harder and thicker.

"If you get it all the way down your throat I might reconsider."

"Really?" Conor hesitated a second. He had never been able to completely swallow Sean's monster shaft. It was just too long and it hurt when Sean pushed it in. In the past, all attempts had failed because Conor would choke too hard. However, he was even more afraid of his tight virgin ass being stretched by the massive meat.

He held his brothers cock to the side, stroked it slowly, looked up at his brother, and nodded.

Conor's heart began to pound, blood rushing to his head. He had to manage what he had never done before: deepthroat his brothers thick 8 inch cock.

Sean smirked. The little guy really seemed to believe he could get his member all the way down his throat.

"Undress." Sean said.

Conor obeyed. He was still wearing his stage outfit. He unbuttoned the white dress shirt. It was hard to get off because he was still sweaty from the singing and dancing. He peeled the fabric off his body and threw it on the chair where all his other clothes were scattered. He bent over and pulled his black jeans to his ankles.

The sweaty skin of the athletic teen boy was glistening in the big city lights streaming in from outside.

Sean drew in a deep breath, smelling his brothers musky cologne, admiring how perfect his little brother was. He had perfect skin. The muscles were beginning to show. Nice arms. Flat abs. The sixpack was just developing. Conor was completely hairless. And a perfectly round and muscular ass. The boxer shorts were white and skin tight. They showed a prominent bulge, even though Conor was still soft.

Sean stepped forward and ran his fingers over Conor's ass while he was trying to escape his tight pants. Conor jumped and Sean could see goosebumps all over his body.

Wearing just underwear, Conor dropped to his knees again.

Apparently, Conor had gathered his bravery while undressing. "Push it down. I think I can do it." Conor said. He had the same expression he had just before a soccer game.

Like a good athlete, Conor started with the moves he knew best. He took Sean's cock in one hand and grabbed his brothers balls with the other hand. He ran his fingers all the way along the massive meat. He massaged the wet cock head and smeared the pre cum all the way along the shaft. He cupped the big round balls and squeezed them lightly as he ran his tongue over the cock head. Playing with his mushroom head, Conor induced more pre cum to leak. He sucked it up, swallowed, and continued to slowly jerk the cock. His hand moved up and down Sean's cock. Up and down. Up and down.

Sean smiled. Blowjobs by musicians were the best. They had excellent sense or rhythm.

Yet, no boy ever came close to Conor's blowjob skills. Then again, Conor had enjoyed the best training by the most determined teacher: himself.

Three years ago, he had used his brother for the first time. Back then, he was 14 and his brother was 12. The two were on a bike trip and had raced each other. Sean was winning but Conor used to be equally ambitious back then. Conor pushed is bigger brother off the bike path and Sean crashed his bike into a field. The result was a broken leg and a very angry Sean. But Sean covered for Conor and told their parents a convincing lie.

Conor kept asking Sean how he could make it up to him. That night, Sean told Conor that unless he gave him a hand job, he would tell his parents what had really happened.

At first Conor was hesitant but Sean used his deep voice and kept pursuing him. When he threatened that he would never play music with him again, Conor agreed and knelt in front of Sean's bed. Sean pulled back the cover exposed his hard cock in his boxer briefs. Conor reached for his bulge. Sean's Dick was already big back then. Conor's fingers were soft and skilled. He was a natural at giving hand jobs. At first, he stroked slowly. After three days of not jerking off, Sean was in heaven. When Conor picked up the speed, Sean felt the orgasm coming. He grabbed his dick and aimed. The cum spurted all the way over Conor's face.

"Whoa, this is disgusting!" Conor shouted and wiped his face.

"It looks good on you." Sean said and laughed. He squeezed another drop of cum out of his cock and smeared it over Conor's mouth. Conor jumped up and ran into the washroom, cursing his big brother.

Sean knew that this was the beginning. He would put the little brother to good use.

And he did.

Today, Conor was kneeling before him as the cocksucker boy he was. Conor the Cocksucker. It was almost poetic.

Sean was completely hard.

"Let's try." Sean said.

Conor eyes widened as Sean put the tip of his cock on Conor's tongue and slowly pushed his hips forward. Inch by inch, his cock vanishes in Conor's gaping mouth who started to gurgle.

After half of his cock is inside is brothers mouth, the usual happened. Conor started to choke.

"You want me to use your ass instead?" Sean asked.

With his lips wrapped around the cock, Conor shook his head.

Sean reached for Conor's head and pushed it forward. His cock started to move further down Conor's throat. His eyes bulged and Conor reached for Sean's hips and tried to push him away, escaping the gigantic meat that threatened to suffocate him. But Sean was stronger. Sean kept pushing.

Then, Conor screamed. It was muffled by Sean's cock but Sean saw by his brothers look that it was time to stop.

Sean pulled out and Conor gasped for air, spit running down his cheeks. After catching his breath, Conor looked up. "Did I do it?"

"Not even close." Sean said. "You always forget how big I am. Now, turn around and spread your ass for me."

Conor hesitated for a second.

Then he jumped on the bed and laid down on his back. He let his head hang over the corner of the mattress. "Let me try again."

Sean sighed. He would have preferred his brother's ass. Then again, he liked the self-initiative. He was always delighted by how easy his naive brother was. He truly was looking to please him. He must never leave me.

"If you want to be good enough for me, you have to try harder." Sean said.

"I will. This way will be easier I think." Conor said.

I love his lisp. So cute.

Sean knew that his brothers plan was not very smart. This would not make it easier for him to swallow the entire cock. Then again, it was his choice. His mistake. Sean's patience was over. Time for time wasting games was over. Conor would soon find out how mighty his brother was.

He walked to the bed until he stood with his cock above Conor's face. He bend his knees until his balls were hanging right above Conor's nose. He leaned back, his cock aiming for the lust tunnel the was Conor's willing mouth.

Then, Sean leaned forward and sat his hands next to Conor's stomach on the mattress. His cock entered slowly. The angle was perfect. He could even see his dickhead bulging in Conor's throat.

Let's give him a chance.

Going in only half way, Sean fucked his brothers mouth with regular, forceful strokes. Conor started to moan. He actually seemed to really enjoy himself.

He thinks I'm already going in all the way.

He looked at his brothers body squirming to please him. He was lying on his back, quite tense, his hands clenching the bedsheets, he stomach moving, trying to suck in air through the well lubed throat that was blocked by Sean fat cock moving up and down in increasingly fast motions. Conor's cock was slowly getting hard as well.

Conor would always remain a cockslut. MY cockslut!

Sean reached for his brothers cock and ran his fingers over the fabric of the boxer shorts. Conor's cock twitched forcefully. Sean hadn't allowed Conor to jerk off for five days to stay focused on the Live Show performance.

The seven and a half inch cock of his brother was a beauty. Slightly curved upwards. Beautiful cock head. Thick and pulsing. Not quite as thick as Sean's, but still a very impressive tool considering Conor was only fifteen and had a slender, athletic built.

Sean found his brothers cock head through the fabric and started to massage the tip. Pre cum started leaking immediately.

Now, it was time.

Without any warning, Sean thrust his cock all the way into his brothers throat. Before Conor could react, his body tensed up and his panicking throat massaged Sean's cock, which was now completely engulfed in the jerking flesh. Conor tried to escape, his body turning left and right on the bed, but Sean pinned him down. Conor started gurgling, but Sean was just getting started.

Sean pulled back his hips until only half of his cock was in his brothers throat. Then, he jammed it back in all the way. He pulled out, in and out, in and out, and continued that way as he felt his orgasm building up.

Ten, fifteen quick thrusts later the orgasm came down like an erupting volcano. And what an orgasm it was! Sean pumped many large squirts of cum directly into Conor's empty stomach who was starting to tremble from the face fuck.

Conor desperately needed air, and all he got was more cum. Two more volleys directly into his mouth. Then Sean pulled out and gave another volley into Conor's face.

Sean took a few steps back and enjoyed the scene.

The kingsize bed was like a stage, presenting the love of his life in bed against the backdrop of a colorful night sky of this pulsing mega city.

Conor rolled over, his face covered in spit, tears and cum. His eyes were filled with shock. He coughed and gasped for air, holding his throat.

His belly was heaving up and down, sucking in some much needed air.

Conor sat up, put his feet on the ground and stumbled towards the bathroom.

Sean blocked the way.

"I wanna clean my face." Conor said.

"You're forgetting something." Sean said and pointed at his large cock, still half hard and covered in spit and cum. From the tip, more cum was about to drip to the floor.

Conor's expression showed that he couldn't believe what his brother was asking of him.

Sean hated it when Conor hesitated.

He tried to push Conor down but Conor was quick. Conor ducked and snuck past Sean toward the bathroom door.

But Sean was quick as well. He took two large steps towards the bathroom and grabbed Conor's shoulders. Sean pulled him back, sending Conor to stumble backwards into the room. Sean grabbed his upper body and wrestled him quickly to the ground. Conor was exhausted. Sean quickly had the upper hand and sat on top of Conor's chest. Sean's knees pinned Conor's arms to the ground. Knowing he had lost, Conor looked up at his brother with his apologetic smile.

"Sorry?" Conor asked and attempted a smirk.

Disobedience cannot be accepted. He must never doubt me.

He slapped Conor with the back of his hand, causing him to scream out.

When Conor looked up to Sean, his left cheek was red.

Sean reached for his cock and slapped it left and right across his brothers face. Then he pushed down his cock and smeared the rest of his cum all the way across Conor's cheeks, mouth and forehead.

"You forgot to clean my cock. Look at the mess. Look what you made me do."

"Sorry." Conor said, this time without a smile, looking into his brothers eyes with honest regret.

Sean nodded approvingly.

He loved when Conor looked at him like that.

Conor lifted his head and began his duty. He sucked the last drops of cum out of his brothers dick and licked the shaft until it was completely clean.

"Better?" Conor asked?

"Almost." Sean leaned over and let a volley of spit drip on his just cleand cock.

Conor rolled his eyes and smiled. He tried to wiggle around so that he could lick the spit of Sean's cock. It took some effort but eventually the cock was completely clean, for the second time.

"Get in the shower, it's time for bed." Sean said and stood up.

Sean admired the perfect ass cheeks bouncing as Conor walked towards the bathroom.

Soon I'll bury my cock between them. I'll plow him until he forgets his name.

Sean changed into his pajamas and entered the washroom to brush his teeth. Conor had already taken a quick shower and was standing there with wet and messy hair.

Sean reached for his brothers hair and ruffled it.

Conor leaned his head against his brothers shoulders and look at Sean in the mirror.

"Sean?" He asked.

Sean noticed that his brother was half hard, his beautiful cock pressed against the sink.

"May I jerk? Please please please?"

Sean pretended to contemplate. He looked down at his little brothers cock and wrapped his hands around it. He squeezed it softly and Conor's cock immediately responded. A moment later, Conor still leaning against his Sean's shoulder, but his cock was rock hard.

Then, Sean shook his head. He let go of Conor's cock and put toothpaste on his brush. He looked his brother directly into the eyes.

"Do you really think you deserve it?" Sean asked.

Conor looked down.

"No."

With a sad look on his eyes, Conor put on his pajama, although he struggled to keep his still hard cock in his pants. Then, he jumped into the sheets. Sean switched off the lights and joined Conor under the large covers. Sean put his arms around his brother.

Conor turned to Sean. "I'm sorry I disappointed you."

Sean's heart melted.

"You can make it up next week." Sean said with a strict voice.

Affections is weakness. Weak people end up alone.

"I will always do my best for you. I hope I will be enough." Conor said and closed his eyes.

Sean would never let anyone get between the two of them! Conor was his. Forever!

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WILL CONOR'S LIVE SHOW 3 PERFORMANCE SATISFY SEAN OR WILL SEAN HAVE TO FIND NEW MEANS TO MAKE CONOR A BETTER SINGER? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER 2.

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