Date: Fri, 5 Mar 2021 04:56:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tom Danzer <listlio07@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bratty Step-Brother

Thomas's parents had been divorced for so long that he had just assumed his
mother would never remarry. Yes, in her mid 40s, his mother Pam was still a
beautiful, active woman-- he'd just gotten used to thinking of them as a
two person family. So it was a little strange when she sat him down to tell
him that she'd been seeing someone for a few months, and it was getting
serious. By the time she announced a few months later that her boyfriend
had proposed to her though, he'd come to terms with it. He was going off to
college in another year, and it was kind of a relief that his mom wouldn't
be lonely at home without him.

Making matters easier, his new step-father James was a pretty great guy. A
divorced guy in his early 50s, he was friendly and warm. That he was tall,
handsome, and athletic just made it easier for Thomas to see why his mom
was so happy all of the sudden.

The only issue? James had a young son, who would now be Thomas's
step-brother. And unfortunately, the kid was kind of a brat.

Andrew was only seven, the result of James' first marriage being to a
younger woman. Andrew wasn't mean or unpleasant, he'd just gotten away with
too much over his life, and he took a lot of pleasure in being naughty.
Having an older dad and a distracted young mom lead to him being very
spoiled, with a poor sense of boundaries.

He clearly looked up to Thomas though, and seemed excited about having a
big brother. His enthusiasm, unfortunately, was part of the problem. Thomas
was used to having a quiet home-life with lots of space to himself. Now,
whenever it was James's weekend to have custody, Thomas would have to put
up with Andrew following him around, asking a million questions, and
babbling non-stop. He was definitely going through a curious phase, and was
never satisfied with a simple answer to his many questions.

The weekends with him around were annoying enough, though Thomas had
started finding ways to make them more manageable: mostly scheduling time
with friends so he could be out of the house as much as possible. But now
they were all heading to James' cabin on the lake for a week, and Thomas
knew it was going to be torture.

The ride up to the lake didn't dispel that concern. Andrew talked
constantly in the car, asking a new question before Thomas had even
answered his last one. Thomas would have put in his ear buds, if his mom
hadn't warned him in advance that this was to be an electronics free
week. The ride up was miserable not only because Andrew talked non-stop,
but because Thomas had gone through a growth spurt a few years ago, hitting
a somewhat gangly 6'4''. Squeezed into the back seat, his long frame was
getting increasingly uncomfortable. To make matters worse, the coffee his
step-father had given him when he woke him up at 5 am so they could get an
early start was now racing through him.

When they stopped at the gas station an hour from the lake, Thomas sprinted
to the bathroom. Not only because he desperately needed to pee, but because
at least then he'd have a few minutes of quiet. Or so he thought.

"Five minutes you two!" his step-father called after him, and he realized
that Andrew must have been right behind him.

Thomas took the urinal at the end of the row, unzipped, and felt the
massive relief of finally getting to pee. He closed his eyes to enjoy the
feeling of being unburdened, so he was a little surprised to suddenly feel
the presence of Andrew at the urinal right next to his. He heard the little
guy unzip, and the sound of his urine echoing his own.

If Andrew had been a few years older, he'd have known that men stood a few
urinals apart in the bathroom. But being young and clueless, he stood right
next to his step-brother, starting up on the same babbling conversation
he'd been carrying on in the car. Abruptly though, he stopped talking
mid-word.

 "Whoa Tommy! Your wiener is huge!" the kid yelled.

Thomas blushed deep red, and looked down at his step-brother. Andrew was
staring at Thomas's dick, his mouth hanging open.

"That's the biggest wiener I've ever seen!"

Thomas wasn't hard, but it was true. Even soft, his dick was pretty big:
long and fat, getting thicker the closer it got to the base. And it must
have seemed particularly big to the younger boy, whose dick, exposed at the
urinal, was that of a child's.

"Dude, you shouldn't be looking at my dick," Thomas whispered harshly,
wishing his pee would go faster. He didn't want anyone walking in thinking
he was trying to show the young boy his big dick.

"I've seen my dad's when he was changing, and he has a big one, but yours
is way bigger!" Andrew continued, ignoring his older step-brother's
scolding.

Thomas shook off the last drops of pee, and shoved the fat dick in his
shorts as quickly as he could, noticing that it had started to stiffen a
little before he put it away. He hated that it got hard so easily. Even his
bratty step-brother talking about it gave it all the attention it needed to
get hard, apparently. He washed his hands as quickly as he could, feeling
it swell in his underwear, and tried to hurry back to the car before it got
hard enough that anyone would be able to see.

Back in the backseat of the car, he could feel his face burning red. With
his luck, Andrew would get in the car and say something about what he'd
just seen. But to Thomas' surprise, Andrew was strangely quiet when he got
back in the car. His mom and step-dad got back in the car, and they they
continued on the trip. Thomas thought he caught Andrew looking at his lap
now and then, and unfortunately the movement of the car was only making the
swelling of his dick in his shorts worse. He folded his arms across his lap
to make the bulge less visible, feeling embarrassed about the surge of
pleasure he felt from the pressure of his forearm as it pressed into his
hard-on.

"God, I'm going to need to jerk off as soon as we get to the cabin," Thomas
thought. That was something he'd been doing a lot of lately. He was a
handsome teenager, and his height definitely got him noticed, but he felt
too thin and awkward to be particularly smooth around girls. He was
constantly tripping over his suddenly size 13 feet, and was awkward with
his suddenly too big hands. He'd gone on a few dates, and even had a
girlfriend briefly, but he'd never gotten past some light touching over a
girl's sweater. His dick was so starved for attention that during one
make-out session a girl had accidentally brushed her hand against his bulge
and he'd shot his load on the spot, emptying out his balls in his
boxer-briefs. His orgasm was so intense that he'd been unable to keep from
moaning loudly, his whole body twitching and shuddering as he unloaded into
his shorts. The girl was mortified, and that had been their last time
making out.

So it was a relief to get to the cabin, and Thomas hoped he'd soon get some
release. Until, that is, James showed him the room he and Andrew would be
sharing.

To make matters worse, the cabin's bathroom was right between the living
space and the adult's bedroom, so even that didn't seem like a safe space
to jerk off. The load building in him was so intense, he couldn't say for
sure that he wouldn't audibly moan when he finally shot.

So a few hours later when they all turned in, his load was still building
uncomfortably inside him.

He fell asleep quickly at least, the exhaustion of the trip overpowering
his horniness. It didn't seem that he was asleep for long thought before he
awoke from a strange, pleasant dream. In the dream he'd been riding his
bike, and a warm, tingly feeling had slowly enveloped his body. He woke and
groggily opened his eyes, confused about the pleasant feelings he still
felt throughout his body. In the dim light of the room, he suddenly saw
that his step-brother was sitting on his bed next to him. And not only
that, but the sheets had been pulled off him, and his boxers pulled down
completely, wresting around his ankles. And at the very moment, Andrew was
holding Thomas' dick in his hand, slowly flopping it around, staring at it
intently.

For a moment he felt like he was still dreaming, unable to understand what
was happening. His dick wasn't yet hard, but the feelings of having it
squeezed and gently shaken around were sending warm waves of pleasure over
him.

His senses slowly coming to him, he started to sit up. "Andrew, you can't
do that--" he started to reach down to grab his boxers to cover himself,
but Andrew suddenly gripped the shaft much harder.

"I just wanted to look at it! You wouldn't show me earlier," Andrew whined.

"Ok ok!" Thomas said soothingly, suddenly realizing the predicament he was
in. His bratty step-brother had his penis in his hands, and he didn't want
him doing anything to hurt him. The grip was already kind of painful,
though, strangely, it seemed to cause the blood in his dick to pump even
harder. "You're kind of hurting me though," Thomas said gently.

Andrew softened his grip, but didn't let go. He rolled the fat shaft around
in his hand, which could barely fit around it. "I think it's getting even
bigger," Andrew said in amazement.

It was. As wrong as this situation was, all that handling of his dick was
causing it to harden. The shaft was broadening, the pink head starting to
swell.

"Ok, you've looked at it. I'm going to put it away now," Thomas gasped,
trying to ignore the tingling pleasure he was feeling.

"Wait, I want to look at it some more! Does it get bigger than this?"

"Yes, but that's private..."

"I think moving it makes it bigger!" Andrew announced in amazement, sliding
his hand up and down the spongy shaft.

"Oooooh," Thomas moaned involuntarily. Andrew's eyes darted up to meet his,
surprised by the reaction. "Please don't do that," Thomas gasped.

A wicked grin suddenly spread across Andrew's face, and he tightened his
grip slightly, and began to pump his hand up and down the thick shaft even
faster.

"Uuuugh!" Thomas gasped, his body shivering with a wave of pleasure. No one
had ever touched his bare dick before, and as wrong as this was, the warm
hand on his swollen dick felt kind of incredible. His body stiffened as a
wave of pleasure washed over him involuntarily.

"It's huge!" Andrew marveled.

Thomas looked down. His dick had stiffened to its full eight inches. His
step-brother couldn't even get his hand all the way around the beer-can
thick shaft, and in the smaller hand, it truly looked enormous. Seeing his
dick look so big gave him a strangely excited feeling.

"Uh, are you peeing?" Andrew laughed.

Thomas looked down. "No... that's precum. That's what happens when my penis
feels good..." he tended to precum a lot, but looking down he was kind of
amazed at how much was starting to dribble out over the head of his
cock. In the moonlight through the window, the head was practically
glistening.

"Ew, yuck!" Andrew laughed when the precum had run down to his hand. "It's
sticky!" He let go out the thick cock, letting it fall to Thomas's stomach
with a loud wet slap.

Thomas was relieved that Andrew had stopped, though despite himself,
embarrassingly part of him felt disappointed to not be feeling the pleasure
anymore. He started to sit up and reach for his boxers to try and quickly
pull them on.

Before he could, Andrew dropped his hand back onto the dick, using the flat
of his palm to rub the flowing precum all over the swollen shaft. "Now
you're sticky too."

"Oh god!" Thomas moaned, his hands reaching out to grab the edges of the
mattress as Andrew's palm inadvertently rubbed precum repeatedly over the
sensitive spot where his head met his shaft.

"Why are you doing that?" Andrew giggled.

"It's just-- ugggh-- very sensitive. Like a tickle," Thomas gasped, though
he realized his mistake as soon as he'd said it.

The grin reappeared on Andrew's face, and he started rolling his flattened
palm back and forth over that spot, unintentionally starting to edge his
older step-brother. Thomas shuddered and moaned, bringing his fist to his
mouth and it to keep from moaning too loudly.

"That tickles?" Andrew asked teasingly.

"Mmmhmm," Thomas groaned, his body trembling. Precum was gushing out now,
coating his swollen dick, causing it to slide between his stomach and his
step-brother's palm. He should have stopped this the second he woke up, but
it was getting too late. The load that had been building inside him was too
powerful. He had to cum. He needed that release. And this just felt so
fucking good... He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. "Just,
don't grab it and rub it like you were before, ok? That reallllly tickles."

Andrew looked at him. grinned, and gripped the shaft again. Taking the
bait, he started rubbing the swollen dick even faster, his hand wrapped
around the dick as much as it could. Coated in his thick pre-cum, it felt a
million times better than any time Thomas had ever jerked off before, even
with Andrew's clumsy stroking.

"Ohhhh god," Thomas groaned. reaching up behind him to grab the headboard
with both hands as his body stiffened and his legs straightened out. His
dick felt more engorged than it had ever been, standing straight up in the
air, his step-brother's hand clumsily gliding up and down it, the edge of
his palm bumping and hitting at that sensitive spot under his dickhead with
an uneven rhythm that somehow make the edging even more intense. Thomas
felt his heavy balls tighten, and he knew what was about to happen.

"I'm gonna cum!" he groaned, and at that instant he shot the thickest load
of cum he'd ever released. The first volley went straight up in the air,
rising at least three feet before it cascaded down onto him. Andrew gaped
in amazement, but didn't stop stroking. The angle he was holding Thomas's
dick shifted though, and the next spurts shot Thomas directly in the
face. Two-three-four and then five thick shots of cum emptied out of him as
his balls tightened, coating his face with the thick load. Panting, spent,
he finally managed to grab Andrew's small wrist, stopping him from stroking
his sensitive and exhausted dick. He lay panting, covered in his own cum,
unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Andrew stared at him, speechless, unable to understand what he'd just made
his big brother do. They'd need to have a long conversation about this,
Thomas thought to himself.