Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2023 22:51:23 -0500 From: Ashton Delaney Subject: Brother Zach's Nipples Brother Zach's Nipples By Ashton [This story contains peudoincest between step-brothers.] *** I'd decided. I was going to do it. Just a quick brush to see how he reacted. Zach, my 13 year old step brother, who always went shirtless, collapsed back into the large easy chair after our pillow fight, sweaty and laughing his head off. I jumped on him and started tickling him, rocking the chair back and forth, running my fingertips over his chubby, sweaty, hairless belly. He tried to fight me off, but I held both his hands with one of mine and kept tickling. I was 15 and barely any bigger than him. It sucked. It really did. Two years older and way more mature, and we were the same height, while he had to be 40lb heavier than me. I wasn't actually going to win this unless he let me win. I got the strong urge to carry out my plan. Just a quick brush is all it would take. A small experiment while he's in this position. I just wanted to see how he'd react. And then I'd say it was an accident if it went poorly. He brought up his knees and started to push back against me. In a flash, I stopped tickling him, pretending to be guarding against his legs. Instead, I brought my thumbs right to his fat quarter-sized, moist nipples and pressed down on them, gently massaging them. They were hard under my touch. "Uh-h!" he moaned, shuddering once. His legs suddenly stopped pushing against me. He brought his hands up and grabbed my wrists, but didn't stop me. "What are you doing, Jake?" he whispered. "Tickling you," I whispered back in a deeper voice, one of the few things I had on him with my two extra years. I could feel his heartbeat. It had sped up. "That feels kind of good..." "Yeah? You like it?" I kept rubbing his hard nubs, then switched to lightly pinching them between my thumb and forefingers, rolling them and kneading them. He breathed deeply and just sat there with a little smile on his face. "It's weird," said Zach, "It feels good in..." He was blushing. "Your dick?" His eyes went wide, and he nodded slightly, too bashful to say yes. "Can I touch yours too?" he asked. "Yeah." I had on a long t-shirt that went almost to my knees and just a pair of briefs on underneath. He'd see my boner if we did it right here. "Want to move to your bed where there's more room?" "Uh-huh." He got up, not ashamed he was popping wood in his boxers. He grinned at me, blushing and pulled on the leg holes to get the wedgies out. For months since he'd started puberty, I'd been weirdly fascinated with him. Did he masturbate, and how did he do it? I needed to know all about him and his habits but didn't have the courage to ask. We went to the bedroom we both shared. Without asking, he immediately pulled up my shirt and saw my boner. Unfortunately, it wasn't much bigger than his and nothing to write home about. But his mouth was open wide when he noticed we both had them. He played with the seam of my shirt uncomfortably, then slid his cold hands in and went right to my dime-sized nipples. I put my legs around him and sighed as the electric tingles spread out from his touch. He giggled at me and kept going, applying more pressure that went straight to my hard dick right in front of him. I reached up and grabbed his nipples as well, and he moaned. He asked me a strange question. "Do you ever sleep in just the shirt?" "Yeah," I confessed, disappointed that he'd stopped kneading my nubs as I was doing his. "I like...sometimes I like pulling down my pants in bed." "While I'm right here?" He nodded. "The sheets feel good on it. Like...like my nipples." He restarted iwth mine. "Do you touch yourself a lot?" I asked. "My penis?" "Yeah, do you just like jizz all over after I go to sleep?" "No, what's that?" "Do you touch your penis and make stuff shoot out?" "No...," said Zach. "What...what shoots out?" I stopped. My cock was rock hard. "You really don't know?" I asked. He went silent knowing something was about to happen and leaned back with his legs bent, giving me full access to his body. His own dick was also at full mast and jumping in his boxers. "Can you show me?" he said. "Y-you can take them off." I slid his boxers down and off, and he gave a shuddered moan. It was circumsized and about 2 inches long, pointing up and to the right, and surrounded by sparse hairs. It was very hard and a drop of precum was dripping from it. "You ready?" I said. "Touch my dick. I wanna know how it feels." I moved my finger and thumb to it, doing mental calculations for how I would make it as pleasurable as possible so he'd want to do it again whenever, my own close to bursting in my briefs. I held his dick and gently moved the skin he had left up and down right under its sensitive head. He took in sharp breath of air and moved his legs together against me. "Something feels weird!" He gasped. "Something is....Ahh...Aaaahhhh...Uhhhh!" He thrust his hips into me and his dick started to contract, spewing out a river of white stuff onto my hand. He looked down at it bemused. "I...is that...?" "Sperm! That's sperm! That's what you shoot!" With the sperm on my hand, I gave him a high five, which he accepted laughing his head off. The two of us collapsed on the bed next to each other with me still hard and clothed in briefs and him naked. "Want to do that again sometime?" he said after a moment of silence. I thought he'd never ask.