Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 22:04:59 -0500 From: Gerald Johnson Subject: A Brother's Delight Warnings: This is a story of fictional, graphic, male on make, sex. If it is illegal to read erotic stories in wherever you are, please do not continue. This story is all about sex with minors of ages 12-18 and adults. Another thing about this story, later on it will deal with magick, if you don't like it, then don't read. Chapter 1 "Aw, come on! Why the hell do you need me to be your model? My muscles aren't worth shit. I've only been working them out for two months." That was my younger brother, Simon, and was he dead wrong. That's what most girls, and some guys, like about him, he's so modest. This boy's body is amazing, biceps you can chip your tooth on, astonishing abs, and smooth body. Okay, I do have a crush on him. As far as I was concerned, he was a god. His face is something of Greek Mythology. Having blonde hair (short & spiked), emerald-green eyes, perfect complection, and the most delicate face. I've always known that I was different from other guys, I like guys, most of them blonde. The one that has the most affects on me is Simon, my sophomore brother. I was fucking queer for my brother! But I've accepted it. As for me, I stand 5 foot eleven inches, brown hair, a senior in highschool, built like a soccer player, blue eyes, and a smile that I always use to get away with things. What he was talking about is for my art class. We're suppose to paint a portrait that shows something that we care about. This was a convenient thing, I've always wanted to find a way to see him nude. I've barely seen him shirtless, and haven't seen him naked since he was eight years old, so I'll do anything to try to get a glimpse. I had to resort to the ultimate begging, peer pressure, "Oh, come on. You know you want to, everybody's doing it." He laughed at this, showing his beautiful teeth, "Yeah, everyone's posing for their brother nude." "Nude? I said nothing about that. All I wanted was a shirtless portrait, but if you wanna go that way--" he cut me off. "NO! If you really need this for a grade, then I'll do it. And I know you need it, I had to use all the willpower I had not to show Mom your last report card. Come to think of it, I have a lot of shit on you, and if I wanted to I could own your ass. Now you want me to do this for you and what do I get?" GET?! If only I could tell him, `I'll suck you off if you do it!' I maybe dumb, but I'm not stupid. "Ok, tell you what, if you do this for me, I'll clean your room for a week." "Two weeks," he countered. "A week and a half." "A week and 6 days." "A week." Before I could think of what I just said, he replied, "Ok deal. Huh? What just happened?" I was laughing at his blonde-ness, "I won that's what happened. Now could you get your shirt off? I really need to finish this today, its due in about a week, and Mrs. Flogfluter will be riding my ass for the rest of the semester if I don't do this project." "Aight, where are we gonna do this? We can't do this out here, Dennis might catch us," he said. I had a feeling that he thinks this is something that we're not supposed to do. Why, whatever made him think that? Dennis was our older brother, he was at college but last spring he dropped out, got an apartment with the money from his new job, a musician. Dad freaked when he heard this! I really thought he was gonna disown him, before Mother stepped in. She said that it was his life and he should live it the way he wants to, only if it doesn't work out, he goes straight back to college. That's what I love about my parents, they know when to butt out or butt in, mostly when they butt in, they get us out of deep shit. I remember this one time, but I'm getting off track, this is about Simon and me. I took his hand, something I barely do, "Let's go to my room, that way we can see if either Mom, Dad, or Dennis comes home, but why do you think that we have to hid this? What do you feel so weird with this?" He said nothing even when we were inside my room. It was a good place to do this, it oversees the garage so we'll know when either our parents or Dennis comes home. After I sat on the stool I set up earlier, with the canvas in front of me, he finally spoke, "I just have a weird feeling with this. I mean, I know you won't do anything that will hurt me, would you?" HUH?! How can he say that? What would make him think that? "Man, you gotta know I would do anything that would hurt you, you do trust me don't you?" Simon started to laugh, "Yeah, I'm just messing around with you, fuckhead. I know how it is with you, anyone tells you that you do something wrong and hurt their feelings, and you get all sensitive." "Aw, you fucker! Get over here!" I said as I grabbed his sides and flipped him over the bed. He was right, I was always too sensitive when it came to love and/or lust. I don't know how, but he was able to tackle me down, with me on my back and him on top of my groin. I almost fainted when I first saw the position of what we were in. I was not the only one who was extremely embarrassed by the situation, Simon was blushing like hell. I was awfully thankful that Burt was not awake right then, but if he was, I don't think it really mattered because Simon was harder than me right just then! All the rolling we did on the ground must have gotten him hot. I decided to take advantage of the situation. "Looks like little brother's going through shit, I'm guessing you know how to play five on one?" Putting him in a headlock I teased him a bit more, "So, no wonder why you spend a lot of your time in your bedroom." It was not a lie, that last statement, he has been spending a long time in there. We're like most brothers, we crack, we annoy, we bitch. Hey, it's not like, we hurt each other physically, just joke around a lot. Ruffling his hair, he was able to move away from my hold. He was extremely flushed, looking so cute and embarrassed. He tried to change the subject, "Ow, that hurt, I had a really tough workout yesterday and now I'm sore." This was true. Ever since he gained a little weight (I mean, come on, it was about two lbs.! Get over it!), he's been going tot he gym every Friday. "Aw, poor Simon, how about I give you a massage?" I don't usually do this, I don't offer any massages unless I want something for them, or I'm really happy. Shrugging, he laid down on his stomach on my bed, "Well, are you just gonna stand there or are you actually gonna do something?" That was my brother, always bossing someone around, whether the person was older, younger, taller, shorter, bigger, smaller, he said whatever was on his mind. It's not like he just talks shit, he can back it up. But mainly, he gets into a lot of fights because he knows I have his back, like he has mine. We were really loving together. Grabbing some baby oil, the same one I use to jack off with, that was on my headboard, I placed it next to him, "Well, are you gonna take off your shirt? I can't do this right if you still are clothed." Yes! Finally something true that lets me get a look at my brother's body. Simon seemed to be thinking about it in his mind as he was shifting around. I thought he wasn't gonna do it and start complaining, but he stood up and took off his shirt. The first glimpse of his treasure trail, got me going. My dick started to throb like hell. I tried to control myself, hoping that I don't just jump him and rape him. Lifting the shirt more, he flashed his nickle-sized nipples. As he pulled the shirt off his head, his vision was impaired, giving me a chance to look at his crotch, which was had a definite bulge. "There, happy?" I don't know why but he seemed to have irritation in his voice, something seriously different. He got back to the same position, laying down on the bed with his front right on the mattress. Coming closer to him, I asked, "You don't mind if I just sit on top of your back? It'll be hard to do this any other way." That wasn't a lie, my bed was right next to the wall, and the other side was too far away from him. Letting out a sigh, "Yeah, whatever, but could you not crush me with your big ass?" "Hey, I'm not fat," I whined. For the first time ever I felt like I was younger than Simon, I didn't like that he was able to pull the reins over me, it felt weird. Snickering, he patted his back. Soon as I was on him, I put a generous amount of oil on my hand, purposely dripping some on his back, giving his warm back a cold flash. As the oil was warm enough, I started to rub it on his delts, releasing the stiffness within them. I learned how to do this a long time ago, when I first got this massage video from my uncle, who happens to be a masseuse. Simon started to moan, melting in my hands. Moving down, toward his rib cage. Simon was really ticklish, so I steered clear of trying to go to fast. I knew this would happen. He started to giggle at my touch. I started to slow down, and his giggles turned to soft groans. I finished his back side. I heard heavy breathing, only in time to find out that it was mine. Leaning toward his ear, I whispered, "Turn over." At first I thought he was gonna start complaining, but he just did what I said, like he was in a trance. Looking into his eyes, I couldn't find the sparkle within them, it must have been because the lights were off. As he turned over, I saw that his pants were tented. I got so into how hot he was, I whispered, "Can I touch it?" Again, not saying anything, he grabbed my hand and directed it to his crotch, giving my a good feel of what I've been dreaming of the past two years, since he hit puberty. He's completely submissive to my will. My will, my voice, my touch, every little bit of me. Quickly undoing the button, and pulling the zipper down, "Lift up your legs," I said more than asked. He did what he was told, lifting one then the other, showing his briefs. Hey, my cool, hip, younger brother wears whitey-tightys! I know that this might not seem like much to anyone, but when your our age, if your caught wearing briefs it means one thing, your small. But that was not true about my brother, he looked at least four and a half inches long, I mean for his age, that's average, right? His precum just started to seep out of his piss slit. I couldn't help myself, I took a quick taste. It was different, but it had no taste, just very slick. Looking up at his face, I saw no expression, he wasn't even looking at me. "Hey, Simon, are you all right with this?" I hope he says yes. "Yes," was all he said. So getting on with it, with a clean conscious, I took his dick's head in my mouth. It was a different feeling. It felt like rubber, but if I pursed my lips together, it was hard as a rock. When I tried to bring more of him inside my mouth was harder than it looks. I scraped his dick of with my teeth and I was expecting him to yell, and he did! "Fuck! Careful Gabe, I'm still sensitive when it comes to that part of my body." Removing my lips from his cock to make sure I don't scrape his dick again, "Well, how did it feel?" "Don't tell me that's all your gonna give me?" he whined. Giving in to his plea, I took him back in, having about two-thirds of his dick in my mouth. I've never felt so hot, so horny. Having his dick in my mouth sent me into heaven myself. How cant his be happening? Is it really true? Is it a dream? The taste is real enough, so is the feel, so how can it be fake? Lodging his dick in my throat, I let my body do its own will. I got this gagging feeling but soon got over it. The feel of a hot dick in my mouth was different, it felt leathery and hard. "Oh! God! I promise I'll pay you back! Oh! Shit! Fuck! I'm CCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And oh boy, he did! The first shot landed in my throat, giving me a quick taste before I swallowed. I was in heaven, my dream came true. For a second there Simon and I were one. Pulling his dick out of my mouth, I watched the eruption of his dick shoot all over his body. It hit everywhere, the sheets below us, his chest, and his face. Speaking of his face, it was scrunched up into a expression that you get when you cum. He was fully saturated by his protein. Soon after his orgasm I lucked up the trail of cum running up his body. Making sure I never licked or for that fact, touched his lips, I made my way up to his face. He still had his eyes closed and I was wondering if I had done a really, really stupid thing. His cum didn't taste as good as when its hot, but it was still lukewarm, and I loved it. "Um, Simon?" I asked timidly. "Shh! Afterglow. Let me enjoy this calmness before I kick your ass." I almost choked on the cum that was in my throat, "What?!" "SHHHHHH!!!! Afterglow!" he said. After about two minutes of silence he spoke, "Now, what the HELL were you thinking?! Sucking me like that!" I couldn't tell if he was mad or just faking because the light was turned off and by now the sun had set. How long have we been in here? Simon jumped me and soon was on top, again. Even though I was much stronger and way bigger, I still was amazing afraid of the position that we're in. Closing my eyes, I waited for the blow, but none came. Instead what I found was a smiling younger sibling. "Jeez, I thought you were actually gonna hurt me." Those deep penetrating eyes were looking right pass me, "Shut up." "Okay," I replied quickly. Now why is it that I'm suddenly so submissive? I'm the older one, the stronger one, and the wiser, wait, forget about the wiser. He can't do this to me, he can't, can he?" Ugh, I hate this! "When I get off you won't move, you won't speak, and you won't do anything that I don't tell you. That's a command not a request." Soon as he got off of me, he told me to, "Take ALL your clothes off, and lay down on your back." Doing what as I was told, I took off my shirt and my jeans, leaving me in my boxers, "Simon, what do you think your up to? What makes you think I won't squash you like a bug after we're done here?" Pacing around me, "Let's see. What shouldn't I tell your friends how queer their friend is? Or how he took me for all I had. Or should I just use the tired routine of, `Oh god. He raped me! He raped me!' Take your pick. Now bu-bye boxers." This was so not like him, he was never like this. I've always thought our relationship with each other has been loving. "Simon you can't do this." Grabbing waistband of my blue boxers I brought them down to the floor. My dick went flaccid from his cold attitude, but it was still in its close to hard state as it flopped against my balls. "Can't I? This is pay back for fourteen years of kindness, of gentleness, and love. Hehe! I'm sorry! I just wanted to see how you would react to this." "You littler fuck! I never knew you could be so mean. `He raped me? He raped me?' I knew something was wrong. That's not your style. Its more of the hit then hit again. Hey, get off me, your cutting my circulation." Soon after he was off of me and he was laying down on his back, I laid down next to him, propping up my head with the use of my arm. "So, how do you feel about it?" "About what we just did?" "No! About Pokemon! Of course, about what we just did. Are you okay with it?" "I don't know, give me time to think." Oh, no, I fucked up my own brother! What kind of person am I? To be continued? Let me know what you think about this story, e-mail me at with_souls_intertwined@hotmail.com If you like this story, I have one more, `It All Started in Business Class' it is in the High School Section.