Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2023 19:31:14 +0100 From: Kinky boy Subject: Brother in the Middle Part 2 Welcome to my new story. I will try to make this story a mixture of brotherly bonding and sex. For those who have read My Straight Brother (https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/my-straight-brother/), i can reassure you, this one will have an happy ending. Please make a donation to Nifty. It's important that this project can go on. This is a mutiple chapter story. However, I need your feedback. If you don't let me know that you enjoyed it, I won't know if anyone is reading. So let me know you read it and you want me to continue the story. If you wish to contact me, you can do so by email. I'll respond to every email. Chapter 2 So, the years passed by. Tuur was now an openly gay teen, Robin was my straight younger brother, and I, well... I was confused. From time to time I thought about a girl when beating my meat, but it became less frequent. More and more boys took up all the space in my wank fantasies. I couldn't picture myself falling in love with a guy. I thought I wanted a wife and kids. But lately, that dream has watered down. It feels more like an obligation than an actual dream. Sometimes I think, so what if I were to be gay? It's not the end of the world. After all, Tuur seems happy. Maybe because of my confusion, I have never had a relationship. Not even a flirt. And it's not like I'm not attractive, I get lots of admirers, both male and female, but I don't know what I want, I guess. Tuur does now live in rooms in Leiden, a university town, where he's studying to become a doctor. He's a gorgeous 21 year old guy. I'm probably going to Leiden next year as well, to go to law school. Robin, who is the odd man out, can't wait to finish school. He's already part time working in a garage. The same garage where Kevin is full time employed. I still see Kevin often. We still share our secret moments. More frequently now, since he now lives alone in a small apartment. I like spending time with him. Ever since Tuur went to college, I've been hanging out with Kevin and Robin. I miss him though. He and I were very close, even if I'm closer in age to Robin. It's not that I don't see Tuur anymore. Every 3 weeks he'll come home to spend the weekend here. I'm looking forward to those weekends. And the holidays. Every break he comes home and then we have a whole week together. He isn't seeing someone steady, but he does have had some short term boyfriends. He never introduced them to us, so I don't think it was very serious. I told you in the beginning that I had to tell my story to someone. This is too much to handle on my own. It all started to be confusing last week. Tuur was coming home for spring break. My dad and Robin would be gone. They would go to some sort of car meeting for 3 days, which left Tuur and me alone. We were invited to come, but neither of us are into cars, that's more of a thing to Robin and dad. It started on Friday evening. Robin and dad had left in the afternoon and about two hours later, Tuur arrived. Since neither of us wanted to cook, we ordered pizza. "Damn, we need to order pizza more often." I looked at Tuur with confusion in my eyes. What did he mean? "That delivery boy was fucking hot!" "Oh, I see." "He could ride my ass anytime." It was not uncommon that Tuur made inappropriate remarks about hot guys he saw. But he only did this when we were alone. I didn't mind. I even joined in sometimes when we were out. I would point out a guy and say that he was Tuurs type. I was mostly correct. I knew what he liked. It was the first time ever that he alluded to being fucked. Honestly, I had wondered if he was top or bottom. Before the pizza arrived, we had already drunk a few beers, so we had a slight buzz. My inhibitions were gone and so I dared to ask him. "Are you a bottom?" Tuur laughed out loud. "What an inappropriate question!" He said with a stern voice, but the smile on his face told me he was not really angry. "But yes, I'm mostly bottom." He took a slice of pizza and looked me dead in the eye. "And you, little brother?" He said it with a grin on his face. I couldn't make out if he was serious or joking. I felt my face burn. "Good pizza" I was grateful for the change of subject. During the rest of the pizza we talked about casual stuff, but now i had a mental picture of some guy fucking Tuur. I was glad we were sitting at a table, because my sweatpants started to tent. "Hey Vince, uhm... Do you mind if uhm, a guy came over later tonight?" Dad had a strict rule, even a bit discriminatory towards Tuur. Tuur couldn't have any of his gay friends come over. This was not fair to Tuur, since Robin could bring home girlfriends. Dad seemed to accept Tuur being gay, just as long as he wasn't confronted with it. Well, I don't know if you could call it acceptance then, but Tuur seemed to be okay with it. "Is he coming to fuck you?" I joked. "I hope so." I had not expected that reply. I was joking, but Tuur was serious. "Well?" "Yeah, sure." Tuur beamed. He stood up and came over to me. He ruffled my hair. "Thanks, little brother!" He said as he gave me a hug. It didn't need to be said that I would not tell dad about it. We understood. "I'll make it up to you, tomorrow, we'll do something that you want to do, promise." He took the plates and brought them to the kitchen. I was a bit bummed. I had been looking forward to spending time with Tuur. On the other hand, maybe I could listen in to Tuur being fucked by some hot guy. My dick started chubbing up again. "He won't be here till late, he has to work. Want to watch a movie till he arrives?" I had to think of unsexy things, because I couldn't stay seated the whole evening. At some point I had to go to the living room. I managed to get my dick soft again. Yeah, me and my bad habit of going commando... We sat on the coach. We had a few more beers. I watched the screen as Tuur flipped through Netflix. He finally found what he was looking for and the movie started. He immediately placed his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled close to him. It was our ritual when we watched TV. About 30 minutes into the movie, Tuur's phone notified him that he had a text message. His phone was charging and lay on the ground. As he stood up and bent over to see what it was, I noticed how hot his ass looked in his jeans. Strange that now I knew he was a bottom, I was so focused on his ass. It was a perfect bubble but. My dick reacted again and I quickly put my hand over it, so it wasn't too noticeable. Tuur stood up and came back to the coach. He lay down and put the movie back on. I could tell he wasn't happy. "What's wrong?" "The dude canceled." "Oh." We watched the movie for a few more minutes, but it wasn't a good one. "Fuck, I was so looking forward to being fucked." Before I knew what came over me, (I blame the beer), I blurted out: "What if I fucked you?" I had made it sound like a joke, and in a way it was, but on the other hand, I wanted to. I was relieved when Tuur laughed it off as a joke. This could have gone very bad if he would have taken it the wrong way. "Do you like this movie?" He asked. "No, it's bad." He stopped the movie. "Want to watch something else?" I shrugged. The thought of fucking Tuur had started to develop in my mind. Now I was convinced I really wanted it. First of all, he was super good looking, second of all, ever since that first time that Robin asked me if I thought Tuur would suck our dicks, I had more than I cared to admit, thought about Tuur in that way. I didn't care that he was my brother. I trusted him, and if there was anyone who deserved to be my first, it was him. I was a bit buzzed, if not drunk, so I dared more than I ever would when being sober. "Are you horny now?" I asked. "Yeah, this guy was sending me pics and we were sexting all day, so I'm pretty wound up now." "I'm horny too." "We have the house to ourselves. What if I searched for another guy and you can invite a girl. That solves both our problems." I hesitated a moment. Should I tell him? "What if I don't want to invite a girl?" I emphasized the word girl Tuur paused for a minute and looked at me. "Are you into guys?" I shrugged. "Yeah, maybe." "Oh, wow, I had no idea. Are you gay? Or bi?" "I don't know." I said silently. Why was I so stupid? "That's okay. You don't need a label." He pulled me in for a hug. When we were done hugging, he went to the fridge for a new beer. Mine was not yet finished. He let himself fall on the coach and laid beside me, his head on my shoulder. "Have you done anything? With a guy?" He asked. "No." I decided that Kevin didn't count. It was only wanking. "And with a girl?" "Also no." "What? That's crazy! You're so handsome. So you only kissed?" "Not even that..." "You're never been kissed? Ever?" Tuur was sitting up and staring at me as if I was the eighth wonder of the world. I felt a bit embarrassed. To make matters worse, Tuur started to laugh. "You can't be serious? You're so cute! Someone must want to kiss you." He took a big sip from his beer. "Even I would want to kiss you." He looked a bit shocked by his admission. He started to stammer: "I mean... if you weren't my brother, ... that would be too weird, if we would...." I was drunk and I didn't care anymore. I wanted this so bad, so I blurted out: "Well, then do it. Kiss me." Tuur started to laugh again. "Don't be weird, we're brothers." "I don't care." "Vince, it's wrong!" "Who would know?" "Vince..." "Well, who would know?" At that point, I feared that I pushed it too far. Tuur looked at me, a bit angry, before he stormed out the room. I heard him go to the garage. For a second I feared that he would drive his car, because he had too many beers for that, but when I looked out of the window, I saw him riding his bike. I was relieved that he wasn't by car, but still worried. I tried to call him, but his phone was still charging on our floor. I didn't know where he went. I had made such a mess of things. I hated myself. Tuur would hate me too, I was sure. He would never speak to me again. I was thinking about an excuse. "I was drunk." "I was just joking." How could I convince Tuur to not hate me? As time went by, I became more worried. He has been gone for two hours now. Where was he? My mind went into panic mode. What if he had an accident? It would be my fault. I looked outside and saw that it had started to rain. Fuck, where was he? I decided I should go out to look for him. I wrote a quick note, in case he came back and took my bike. It was raining cats and dogs. I rode my bike in the same direction where Tuur went earlier. I hoped I didn't have to search for long. While I was riding, I thought I could have called his friends first, but it was too late for that. It was an option if I didn't find him. But I hoped it wouldn't come to that. I was lucky. At the end of our road was a small park. I wrote in the park and I saw Tuur sitting on the first bench. His bike was standing against the bench, he sat with his back to me. "Tuur!" I called him, relieved that I found him. But he didn't respond. I jumped off my bike and walked to the bench. His back was still turned to me. I placed my bike next to his. He didn't move. After the initial relief that I had found him, I started to worry again. How would he react? What should I say? I walked around the bench and sat beside him. I didn't dare to look at him. I took a deep breath and just as I was saying his name, he said my name. We both turned our heads and looked each other in the eye. I saw that he had been crying. We both opened our mouths, but we realized that words were not needed at this point. We embraced. It felt so good to hold him. I knew he didn't hate me. "You're cold, you're shivering." He wiped his nose with the back of his hand. "Let's go home." "Vince, I'm sorry. It's just... " He started sobbing again. "Let's go home." I repeated myself. "We can talk later." "NO! I need to say this first!" "Okay." We stood face to face in the rain. I was cold and wet and wanted to go home, but I sensed this was important to him. "Vince, it's not right to tease me." Tuur scratched the back of his head. He looked away from me. "Tuur,..." I started but he raised his hand to silence me. "Let me say this first, before I lose my courage." He took a deep breath. "Vince, I like you." He looked up and looked me straight in the eye. He smiled, but his smile was void of happiness. It was a bittersweet smile that unsuccessfully tried to hide the pain behind it. I didn't know if I should react or not. "Tonight, when you said you wanted to kiss me, it was..." He sighed deep and looked at the sky, as if he was hoping for divine intervention. He took a deep breath. "It was everything I wanted to hear and at the same time the thing I feared the most." He brushed his hair out of his face. "You can not tease me like that." He said in a stern voice. "I wasn't teasing." "Ugh, Vince, stop it!" "Tuur, I wasn't teasing!" Tuur turned around and started to walk away from me. I was not going to let him go this time, in two passes I had caught up with him and turned him around by pulling on his upper arm. "Vince..." "Tuur, I'm not teasing!" I said, a bit more angry than I intended. "Okay, is this what you wanted?" He said, while he took my face in his hands and pressed his lips on mine. He pressed hard and long. Then he let go. "Huh? Is this what you wanted?" I didn't answer. I took his face in my hands and now I pressed my lips on his. I felt that he was getting more relaxed. The anger and tension seemed to leave his body. He placed his arms around me and pulled me closer. We didn't break the kiss. I felt his lips part and his tongue touched closed lips. I opened them and welcomed his tongue in. I placed my hands around his neck. Our tongues touched. Rain was pouring down on us, but I no longer cared. The kiss only lasted a few moments, but to me it seemed like a long time. It felt so good. My first kiss. When we finally broke the kiss, we placed our foreheads against each other and both looked at the ground. We stood there a short while, neither of us finding it necessary to speak. Tuur was the first one to break the silence. "Let's go home." Once home we hugged. We were both soaked to the bone. I wanted to kiss again, but didn't dare to initiate it. I started to worry that it was a one time thing. "Let's get a shower." Tuur suggested. I wondered if he meant together. It wouldn't be the first time we would shower together, but it would be the first time in many years. We used to do it as kids, but for no apparent reason, we stopped. I didn't dare to assume. We went to the bathroom together. We both stood there, watching each other, neither one of us dared to make the first move. Suddenly, Tuur took the bottom of my shirt, and pulled it over my head, while saying: "Let's get you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold." I liked this. I liked that he was suddenly a caring big brother. After he had removed my shirt, he draped a towel around my shoulders and started to dry me off. Then he stopped to remove his own shirt. I placed the towel around him and dried him off. He smiled at me. "I love you." He softly said, almost a whisper. "I love you too." I responded. Suddenly, we stood there, awkwardly grinning. Then, as if on cue, we threw our arms around each other and started to kiss. We kissed for a few minutes, more passionate with each passing second. Our hands traveled across each other's bodies. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes." Tuur repeated. Suddenly I became very conscious of my boner. I didn't want him to see it. Silly because I was going commando and my loose sweatpants didn't hide it at all, there was a serious tent in my pants. Tuur placed his hands in my waistband and pulled them down. He was squating in front of me. "Wow, you have a nice dick." I didn't know if I should thank him for the compliment, I just grinned awkwardly. From down on the ground he looked at me. It was as if he was waiting for permission to touch it. He raised his eyebrows. With his head a little tilted, he reminded me of a cute puppy. I stroked his hair with my fingers. Tuur saw this as an invite and kissed the tip of my dick. It was only briefly. Then he stood up. "Man, these jeans are heavy and cold." I got the hint. I sat down on my knees. I opened the top button of his jeans. I looked him in the eye for permission. He bit his underlip. It reminded me of Robin, he did the same thing when we wanked together, all those years ago. He nodded, his eyes wide open. It was clear that he was horny. I opened the rest of the buttons. His dick sprang from his jeans. He wasn't wearing underwear either. I had trouble getting his jeans off, they were soaked and sticking to his legs. Tuur noticed this, but didn't help me. I guess he liked being undressed. When he finally stepped out of those jeans, I stood up. We were both naked, with dicks pointing at each other. We stood in complete silence, neither of us wanting to break the silence. It was Tuur who moved first. He grinned and looked away from me. I came closer, wanting to touch him, but just as I did, he placed his hand on my chest to stop me. "Are you sure? I know I want this. I've wanted this for so long. But you may be wanting it because you're slightly drunk." I thought about his words for a second. It was not just the beer. The beer had taken away my inhibitions, but over the years, ever since Robin had planted that seed in my mind that Tuur might be wanting sex with us, the idea had grown and I often thought about it, wishing that it might actually happen. "No, I want this!" "Vince, if we do this, there is no way of taking it back. We have crossed a line then." To show him I want this, I placed my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled him close to me. "If you want to stop it, at any given moment, say so. Don't hesitate. We stop immediately." "Shut up, and kiss me!" I said and planted my lips against his. He laughed a little while kissing. Our hands couldn't get enough of each other's body. I caressed him everywhere, but I enjoyed his bubble butt the most. Soft, yet hard from the muscles that I could feel moving whenever he moved his feet. While kissing, he placed his hands on my face. He stopped kissing and looked me deep in my eyes. "You're a great kisser." He smiled and took my hand. He led me to the door. Naked, we walked to his bedroom. Just before we entered his room, he turned around and asked me: "Were you serious when you suggested fucking me?" I became nervous. I had suggested it, I did mean it, but since I was so inexperienced, I suddenly got cold feet. "Because if you did mean it, It would be awesome." I could only smile. If he was this enthusiastic about it, maybe I should try it? He opened the door and I followed him. He jumped on the bed and landed on his back, his arms stretched towards me. He welcomed me in his arms when I jumped. We continued our make out sessions that we started in the bathroom. It was the hottest thing I had experienced in my young life. I grinded on him, and our dicks rubbed over each other. My mind was blown away by how good it felt. Suddenly he pushed me away, so that I was now sitting against the headboard. I thought that I had done anything wrong, but I was reassured when he dived with his face between my legs. He mischievously looked up at me and then he took my dick in his mouth. His mouth felt warm on my dick. It was my first ever blow job and it was better than expected. I took his head between my hands and i started to fuck his face. With every trust I became more confident. With my confidence, also the pace grew. It didn't take long before I was forcefully fucking him. I rammed by dick deep in his throat and heard him gagging. He didn't indicate that I had to stop, so I kept going. I felt his saliva drip on my balls. I felt my orgasm building up and on the one hand I wanted to shoot my load down his throat, but on the other hand, I didn't want it to end. Not yet. I wanted so much more. I was at the point of no return, I reacted quickly and pushed Tuur away. "What's wrong?" He asked "I didn't want to cum, yet." I said before I kissed him. His kisses felt so good. I felt him relax. I think, for an instant, he thought I would want to stop. He reached in his nightstand and he was holding some lube. He grabbed my dick and started to lube it. Not that it was needed. His saliva made it lubed up enough. He used the rest of the lube on his hole. It was so erotic to see him touch his hole. Carrasing it with his fingertips and then slipping them in, to coat the inside with lube. My dick twitched and some precum shot out. He took it in his hand and added it with the rest of the lube. Suddenly, I want to touch that awesome hole. He was looking at me watching his hole. He grabbed his legs and put his knees on his shoulders. While I kept staring at his hole, he let it relax so it opened a bit and then closed it again. It was mesmerizing. "Go ahead, bro, touch it, if you want." I didn't need much more encouragement. Slowly I put my index finger at his ass and I slowly traced it . I was so careful, as if I was afraid that I would hurt him. But after my confidence grew I dared to touch it properly. "Fingerfuck me." He closed his eyes and a soft sigh slipped from his lips as I put my finger in his ass. It felt great. Warm and inviting. I dared to put a second and then, when Tuur didn't protest, a tirth one in. I let them rest there, but Tuur started to wiggle his ass a bit, to indicate that he wanted me to finger him. So I started to move them in and out. Slow at first, but faster and faster until Tuur grabbed my wrist. For a second I thought I had done something wrong, but he smirked at me. "You're doing great, but I think I want your dick now." I was so occupied with his hole that I hadn't paid any attention to my dick. I looked and saw that a puddle of pre cum had gattered on the blanket beneath my dick. I grabbed my dick and moved closer. I put the head against Tuur's hole and waited to see if he was ready. He indicated that he was, so I pushed in. It was the first time that my dick ever entered a hole and it was so good. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. Tuur seemed to be very experienced, because he didn't ever stop me. And it's not that I'm small. I have a huge dick. When I was balls deep inside him, Tuur grabbed my hips as if he wanted me to go even deeper. I almost lost my balance and in a reflex, I had placed my hand on Tuur's shoulder. Our faces were at arms length and we looked deep in each other's eyes. I felt such a strong connection between us. I could tell by the look of Tuur's face that he felt the same. I leaned in closer and our lips met. The kiss felt different from all the previous ones. I can't find the right words. Maybe because the others were more passionate and this was more... I don't know... caring? Love? I got back up, still buried deep in Tuur. He placed his feet on my shoulder. "Now fuck me, bro." I didn't need to be told twice. I never fucked, but instinct took over and I started to trust. Slow and gently at first, but the more I fucked, the faster it went, until I was really pounding his ass. Tuur grunted and moaned. "Don't stop! This is so good!" While I was pounding, he was jerking his dick off. It was such a hot sight to see. He had closed his eyes, one hand on his dick, the other my abs. I was so far gone, that I couldn't warn him that I was going to cum. I had intended to ask if he wanted me cumming inside his ass or prefer somewhere else, but there was no time. I felt the jism shoot from my balls through my dick in his guts. "FUCK, TUUR, TAKE MY LOAD. TAKE MY FUCKING SEED!" It was just the extra that Tuur needed, I felt his ass clench my still shooting cock for a second and then it pulsated as he started shooting his load. It was like a fountain. It kept on cumming. "FUCK BRO! VINCE! AW! FUCKING HELL!" When our orgasms ended, we stayed motionless. My dick, who was not completely hard anymore, but neither was he soft, stayed buried in his ass. We both were panting. I saw the cum dripping on Tuur's chest, his chin and his cheek. When I looked better, I saw that he even had some in his hair and on the headboard of the bed. "Wow, you came... a lot." "Yeah, I had been saving it for my date tonight." I felt a bit disappointed with that answer. I started wondering if he had preferred his date over me. "But this was so much better." He said, as if he had read my mind. I smiled. "You really think so?" "Yeah, of course. It's been my fantasie for years. And now it finally came true." "Was it as good as you had fantasized?" I was seeking reassurance, because it was my first fuck. "No." I was hurt by that. I let my head hang down. Tuur got up, and put his arms around my neck. "It was way better." We stayed in that hug for a while. I felt my dick was getting hard again. While we stayed in that embrace, Tuur started gently rocking. I went with the flow. I felt his dick grow against my abs. He moved his head so that our lips were close to each other. I thought he wanted to kiss, but he didn't. Instead he softly started speaking. "Vince, I love you. I always loved you. I love Robin as well, as a brother. But with you, I always felt something more." I didn't know how to respond to that. What was he saying? I didn't know if an answer was needed from my part. I just escaped the awkwardness of my silence by licking his lips gently. He opened his mouth, and we kissed. Softly, slowly. All the while we kept making love. It was not fucking. It was too gentle. Now our passion was satisfied, we wanted to go again, but this time, it was intimacy, not sex. Afterwards I couldn't tell if it was 5 minutes or 5 hours. Time was forgotten. We just had been kissing and grinding, until this time, Tuur was the first to cum. His sperm shot between our bodies and we were sticking together. I came in his ass a second time. He held me so tight. It was as if we didn't want to let go ever again. "Let's take a shower." Tuur suggested after a while. In the shower, we hugged and kissed, we washed each other, but we didn't talk. Words were not needed. When we had dried each other off, Tuur looked me straight in the eye and smiled his gorgeous smile. "I want you to sleep with me tonight."