Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2015 16:43:46 -0400 From: Mikey Mark Subject: Brothers for Life - part 1 This is a romantic story about two brothers growing up. (Gay - Incest - Highschool). Comments and replies from readers are always welcome.michael78983@gmail.com WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic sex between consenting males. If you are offended by such material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material, please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental. * * * Please donate to Nifty. The hive needs you. * * * "BROTHERS FOR LIFE" - Part 1 by Mikey Mark * * * "Checkmate" I should know better than to play chess with my little brother. He always wins. Last time I beat him at chess, I think he was about eleven years old. By the time he was thirteen, he was beating dad. Normal little brothers read books like "Harry Potter" or "The Wimpy Kid". My little brother reads chess strategy books and Euclid's Geometry. I suppose I should mention that he has a really high IQ and is in the 'gifted' program at school. He also plays the piano like some music prodigy and is the best soccer player on his team. As for video games, I swear he memorizes the program patterns and kicks my ass in every game, every time. The instant a new game comes out, he goes online and reads everything about the game and memorizes all the best moves, secrets, tricks and easter eggs. When we play against each other, he just blows me away. He's got really quick reflexes and I swear his fingers can move at twice the speed of mine. I used to think I was pretty good at some of my favorite games when I played against my friends. Then little bro would come along and kick my ass with some trick move I didn't even know about. Little brother was always lively. Hyper-active would probably be a more accurate term. How he managed to avoid getting Ritalin forced down his throat, I don't now. Anyway, we usually got along well as brothers. He was super curious and always interrogated me about anything and everything. Sometimes he'd act all shy, cautious and reserved, the next moment he would get all hyper, wild and daring to do anything. Being the big brother, I liked to pick on him, make fun of him and play tricks on him sometimes, just because he was my little brother and that's what big brother's do, but I always felt very protective of him, like looking after him was my family responsibility. I would never try to hurt him or do anything serious, but it sure was fun to surprise him with cold water over his head, or lift him up off the ground with a wedgie and listen to him squeal and beg for mercy. He certainly got his revenge on me often enough for us to call it even. Anyhow, that's my little brother Nathan. He may be cute and charming, but he's definitely a mischievous little brat and a clever little bastard as well. He's my little brother, and I love him so, but I fear that he may be my destiny and my doom. * * * I grew up in a so-called normal middle class family living in the suburbs of a big city. Dad was an accountant and worked long hours. His greatest passion was for playing chess and listening to classical music. Mom played piano which is why I think my dad loved her so much. Mom taught piano lessons for a few years, but her real passion was designing and making her own clothes and selling them at craft shows and flea markets. My sister Liz was the oldest child - four years older than me. She was always considered the brains of the family. She was a math whiz, high IQ and was in all kinds of gifted programs at school and eventually went off to do a PhD in physics. I think my dad loved her because she kicked his ass in chess and she was his darling daughter who could do no wrong. I learned as a child that lying to my sister was utterly and completely impossible. She could read people like you wouldn't believe - especially me since I was her younger brother. It was impossible for me to ever prank, joke, tease or trick her. She saw through everything instantly. It was a bit unnerving actually. My brother Nathan was the youngest - three years younger than me. He is similar to my sister in far too many ways. He had the same math whiz and high IQ thing going as my sister, which I think comes from our father - along with the chess thing I guess. Nathan also inherited our mother's blond hair, blue eyes and musical talent. Mom originally taught him to play the piano, so he became her darling pianist little boy and was spoiled rotten. Me? I was the one in the middle. The other one. I'm Adam and I was the average normal one. Nobody's favorite. I didn't have a high IQ and I am definitely not a math whiz. I sucked at chess. I did okay in school, but it took hard work. No gifted programs for me - I struggled to avoid getting detentions. And I have absolutely zero talent with musical instruments and can't read music either. It was like I was an adopted kid to my own family. On the upside, I was good at sports and although I lacked musical talent, I definitely enjoyed listening to music of all kinds. I lived my life with headphones on. The one thing I remember most about when I was a teenager was that I was always horny all the time. My dick ruled my life. I started jerking off when I was twelve. I don't even remember how I figured it out by myself, but I did. When I was thirteen, I was doing it every day. By the time I was fourteen, I was doing several times a day and still was getting random erections walking down the street when a gentle breeze blew by. A major factor in the increase in my masturbation habit at that time was due to moving my bedroom down to the basement, just a couple months before I turned fourteen. Our house was a bungalow with three bedrooms. My parents had the master bedroom, my older sister Liz had one bedroom and my little brother Nathan and I shared the the other bedroom, sleeping in bunk-beds. Sharing a bedroom with my little brother was a bit of a pain, but Nathan wasn't too bad, though he certainly could be a very annoying little pest. But I wanted some privacy for jerking off so I asked if I could move my bedroom downstairs. The basement had a large recreation room, all wood-paneled with a big fireplace at one end and a huge curved wood-paneled bar at the other end. The room looked like it was built back in the 1960's. As kids, that was our playroom. Now it was mostly a tv and games room. There was also a laundry room, as well as a furnace/workshop room - and a spare empty room. It was cold and damp in the basement, but I didn't care. It was heaven to have privacy and I spent many delightful hours sprawled out on my bed, listening to music and jerking off to my cock's content. I got a new double size bed and scrounged a couple other pieces of furniture from the attic to make a bedroom. My dad even got motivated to finish the small roughed-in washroom down there so I had my own shower and toilet as well. It was teenage paradise as far as I was concerned. There was even an old refrigerator in the laundry room that was still used for storing stuff. Up until I was fifteen years old, my sex life consisted almost entirely of my own right hand, but I had plans. My best friend Jeff had talked me into having a 'mixed' party at my house since we had the big rec room and my parents were usually okay. It turned out to be a hot party. My sister Liz was eighteen and her boyfriend was a really big scary looking guy and they hung around as unofficial 'chaperones' so my parents didn't come downstairs at all - more importantly, they kept my bratty little brother out as well. There wasn't too many people there, but it was an even mix of guys and girls and there was a lot of making out going on all over the place. We had some smuggled booze going around but no one was puking or anything. I was making out with a cute girl named Ashley and things were getting pretty hot and heavy all around. Then the clock struck midnight and several parents started arriving to drive their daughters home. Most of the guys left off in small groups. My buddy Jeff had arranged to spend the night and help clean up and stuff since we were like 'co-hosts'. Jeff had been my best friend since we were kids. He was very good looking and always popular with the girls. I envied his casual charm and confidence with girls. We did a bit of clean up, but just enough to clear off the debris. We would vacuum and do the rest of the stuff in the morning. We had a bit of vodka stashed from earlier and so the two of us drank it sitting there talking about the party. We talked about who was doing who and what were they doing. Jeff bragged about how he had his hand in his girlfriend Jennifer's pants and fingered her while she stroked his cock. Just talking about this with Jeff was giving me a raging boner all over again. "Too bad the girls had to go home so early. I was so close to shooting a big hot load of sperm on Jennifer's tits." My cock was screaming in my jeans. It had been hard for about an hour while I was making out with Ashley. She just teased me by stroking it through my jeans, but she did let me play with her tits. I can only imagine where this night would have gone if the girls didn't leave when they did. Like Jeff said, things were getting pretty hot and heavy. "Yeah, well, not much we can do about it" I said, just for the sake of saying something. It was late and everyone had gone to bed. We were just sitting there on the couch. "I'm really fucking horny right now" "Yeah, me too" "You wanna jerk off?" "Are you kidding?" "No. I'm fucking horny and I wanna jerk off. If you wanna do it, lets do it, if you don't, then go to fucking bed and I'll do it by myself." Wow. Never in a million years did I ever imagine myself sitting there jerking off with Jeff. I didn't bother to say anything. I just reached down, unzipped and slowly pulled out my cock. Jeff did the same so that there we were sitting there looking at each others cocks. For some reason, I really wanted to see Jeff's cock but it was half-hidden by his hand and his clothes. I guessed his to be about the same size as my own, but it was hard to tell. Then Jeff slid his jeans and boxers down and laid back a bit and pulled up his t-shirt giving me a real good view of not just his cock but his body from his nipples to his knees. It was very hot. He gave me a bashful smile and kept stroking his cock. Emboldened by his display, I did the same and pushed my own jeans and boxers down to my knees and pulled my t-shirt up, giving him a good view of my body. Neither one of us had too much in the way muscles since we were barely fifteen years old, but we both had similarly lean hard bodies with some nice definition. It was pretty hot seeing his body like that. "Your cock looks bigger than mine" "Uh... thanks." I was a bit flustered about that. Jeff was complimenting my cock and damn that felt good to hear. My dick wasn't much bigger, maybe a half-inch longer and a bit thicker but that was it, otherwise we were pretty close. Mine was seven inches - I'd certainly measured it often enough, so I figured he was probably about six-and-a-half. "Yours looks pretty good too". What was I saying? Did I just compliment Jeff's cock? Anyway, we continued to sprawl around on the couch, showing off our bodies to each other and jerking off. It was really super hot and I was getting off on seeing Jeff jerking himself off like that and also Jeff watching me jerk off at the same time. It all felt really strange and exciting. I'd never done anything like this before. "I'll do yours if you do mine" Wow. That sounded very gay. My heart was pounding. Fuck I was definitely tempted. I remembered doing the 'gay chicken' with Jeff on a dare once - doing it in front of a dozen friends at a party. It was practically the same as kissing a girl and a lot of fun and everyone cheered. I was feeling that kind of adventurous, like someone had dared me. I didn't want to say anything, so I stopped stroking my cock and laid my arm down and waited. I didn't look at him. I was nervous as hell. My cock was so hard it just stood there pointing almost straight up and twitching around a bit all by itself. Jeff stopped stroking his cock and reached over and grabbed mine, so I grabbed his. I wasn't quite ready for it. The sensations were almost overwhelming. Having Jeff stroking my cock while my hand explored another dude's hard cock was pretty wild. My hand was wrapped around his cock and I started stroking him because that's just what you do with a hard cock in your hand. It felt so hard and firm in my grip. The sound of our breathing started rising in tandem. We didn't talk at all. We just stroked and moaned. It was so hot. I could feel Jeff's cock starting to twitch a bit and get a bit harder. I could tell he was going to cum. He was really moaning so I put extra effort into stroking his cock and really got him off good. He squirted his cum all over his stomach and chest. The sight of his cum spraying out like that really looked amazing. I let go of his cock and Jeff leaned into mine and I soon did exactly the same thing and shot my load. The first shot got me in the face as it usually did, the rest of it splattered across my chest and stomach. I took a strange pride in shooting more cum than Jeff, like it was some competition between us. Afterwards, we didn't say anything at all. We just laid there. When my breathing returned to normal, I got up and went to the washroom to wipe up the mess on my face and chest and dripping down my stomach. I rinsed a fresh facecloth in the sink and then tossed it at Jeff. "Here, you might need this" After that, I said "goodnight" and went to my bedroom to sleep. Jeff had his sleeping bag, a pillow and a spare blanket and was sleeping on the old fold-out couch in the rec-room. In the morning, I woke up with a raging boner. Nothing unusual about that. I jerked off thinking about the night before. I wondered if Jeff was doing the same thing. Jeff helped me finish doing the clean up and my mother prepared a wonderful breakfast/brunch for us, then Jeff went home. He didn't say a word about what we did, so I didn't either. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it again, because I did. Anyway, as the weeks and months passed by, Jeff really didn't want to talk about it or do anything like that again. He said it was just something that happened, that was cool, but it wasn't going to happen again. I said sure, that's exactly it and let it pass. But I was disappointed. I didn't think I was gay or anything, but I figured jerking off with my best friend once in a while would be kind of fun and wasn't really gay if we just jerked off together like that. Jeff obviously didn't see it that way so that was that and I tried to forget about it. Jeff and I remained best friends. Nothing really changed - except that I kept thinking about jerking off with him again. Anyway, I put away my frustrations and devoted my energy to my girlfriend Ashley who seemed a bit more willing to doing such things than Jeff was and I desperately wanted to have some sex. I was just a typical horny teenager I guess. Everything all started to change when I turned sixteen years old. I had thought that I had my life mostly under control. School was going okay, I had a part-time job and a really nice girlfriend. Jeff and I had managed to move on after our little adventure and we were as best of friends as ever, if not closer because of our secret. I was doing driver education and due to get my drivers license soon. Life was going pretty good for me. But that was when my little brother turned thirteen years old and started doing the puberty thing and everything seemed to change. He was growing like a weed even though he was still a skinny little runt. He let his dirty blond hair grow longer and spent like an hour every day fussing with it in front of a mirror with a hair dryer and gel and gawd knows what else. He became obsessed with his clothes and would only wear certain brands and stuff. He stopped wearing boxers and started wearing sexy designer underwear like 2(x)ist and stuff like that. His glasses were replaced with contacts. He was definitely growing out of the 'nerdy kid look', no doubt about that. The change in him was as remarkable as it was swift. He always was a good looking kid and was popular at school, but now he started hanging out with less of the chess and math nerds and more cute guys and girls - or whatever it was that passed for the 'fast crowd' at middle school. Anyway, the point is that Nathan started to act very differently than before. He was acting and dressing in a way that seemed 'sexy' for a lack of any other word for it. He'd smile and wink at me and flash his butt. I had always picked on my brother a bit, just because I was his big brother and it was so easy to do. He half expected it. I was never mean, it was always meant in good fun. But now he changed the way he reacted. I had often teased him by calling him a "nerdy little fag" and telling him to "go suck my cock" when I wanted to get rid of him. It meant nothing and he usually just said "fuck off" or "suck it yourself" to me and walked away. Now he'd reply with things like "don't you wish" and would blow me a kiss. The only time I really spent much time with my little brother in those years was watching tv or movies together. The big tv in the living room was for my parents. My brother and I usually had to watch tv downstairs in the rec room. It was always cool and damp down there in the winter so we ended up all curled up in blankets on the couch watching tv together. It was a bed-couch so sometimes we'd fold it out so we'd have more room to be comfortable to lay down. Little brother was always affectionate - particularly towards me and especially when we were watching tv alone together. He'd been cuddling up next to me ever since he was a little kid and I never thought much of it, but when he was thirteen and starting to look like some cute sexy boy from Teenbeat magazine and I was sixteen and had a cock that got hard at the mere thought of a cool breeze, well, it started making me feel nervous and a bit uncomfortable. Sometimes little brother would lay with his head on my lap, inches away from my crotch. Other times he'd lay back with his butt pressed back against my crotch. I'd get a boner and he would pretend like he didn't even notice that my raging hard cock was pressed up against his cute little butt as we watched tv. Anyway, my little brother was getting more and more affectionate with me and it was freaking me out a bit. After my experience with Jeff, I was still trying to come to grips with the fact that I might be sexually attracted to some of the guys at school and here was my own brother acting up like a sexy little tart. I know he was just playing and fooling around the way he always did, but it hit a bit of a nerve with me sometimes and made me feel really uncomfortable. And then there was the day my girlfriend Ashley came over to our house. It was only a short visit - we were off to a movie that night and she came by early. Mother served tea and cookies (rolleyes). My brother was there as well. Then we heard a siren and a firetruck came down the street outside our house. Everyone got up to the windows to see what was happening. Both Ashley and my brother were looking out the front window, standing almost side by side. I just stood there in the living room looking at Ashley's ass. That's when I noticed that Ashley and my brother were the same height. They also had almost exactly the same color hair - Ashley's hair was a bit longer though. Then I looked at their butts. Ashley had a nice shapely ass, but it surprised me how big it was - I guess I never really focused on it before. But Nathan's butt looked very cute and sexy - such a perfect little bubble butt. I found myself staring at my brother's cute little butt and getting hard. This should not be happening. I tried to look away, but I just kept looking at his ass until the excitement passed away and they all sat down again. I was a bit flustered. I covered myself by complimenting Ashley's nice looking butt and she smiled at me. Then we left and went to the movie. I had to get out of there. It all seemed very uncomfortable and awkward all of a sudden. That night in bed I found myself thinking about my brother's cute little butt while I jerked off. I wasn't trying to think about his butt - as a matter of fact, I was trying to think about anything but that, but it didn't really work. After that I began to think to myself that maybe I was bisexual and liked both girls and guys. That wasn't exactly uncommon. There was always lots of talk about it at school. Then there was the day I caught Nathan jerking off. He was in his bedroom and I knocked on his door and I said it was "just me" and walked in like I'd always done in the past. He was laying on his bed. His jeans were down around his ankles and he had his t-shirt pulled up and he continued jerking off while I stood there at the doorway. I should have turned around and walked out immediately, but I didn't. I hesitated. I just couldn't take my eyes away. The little bastard sure was brazen. He was smirking and grinning at me and asking if I was going to stay for the show. I shook my head and turned around and gave him the message that mom had left for me to give him by talking through the door. Then I went downstairs to my bedroom in the basement and tried not to jerk off. Needless to say, that night when I went to bed, all I could think about was my little brother jerking off. I was surprised by the size of his dick - it looked almost the same size as my own. Pretty damn big for thirteen years old. And then the memory of that night of the party and jerking off with Jeff came back to me. Except this time it was Nathan laying back on the couch jerking off with me and not Jeff. My cock exploded with such force that three squirts hit me in the face. I don't think I'd ever shot that much cum with that much force before. I wiped my face some of it dripped into my mouth and I tasted my own cum. I felt all guilty about jerking off thinking about my brother. After that, catching Nathan playing with his cock became fairly routine. It was like he didn't even try to hide it from me. He'd even pull it out and play with his cock while we were sitting on the couch watching tv together. He'd be under the blanket so I couldn't see it, but I could tell that he was stroking himself. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to find out that he was as horny as I always was. Nathan even started to come down to the basement to have his shower sometimes instead of using the main bathroom upstairs. Modesty was not a word that could be applied to Nathan. He'd practically put on a show for me and jerk off in the shower leaving the curtain wide open. He was always totally shameless around me. It was like he was trying to provoke me. And the more I responded to his provocations, the more he just escalated them. He started swearing all the time around me and using all kinds of sexual words for everything and making up wild stories about his (imaginary) and extraordinary sexual exploits. He bragged about fucking all the girls at school and half the chicks in Hollywood too. He'd make up stories about his 'exploits' and act them out in front of me. He pretended that he was some world famous sexual superstar. It was pretty funny actually. After a while, I stopped reacting to his little provocations. I tried to just ignore them. Well, that's not true. I didn't ignore them, I pretended to ignore them. I couldn't just not see what he was doing, but I couldn't, wouldn't and dared not encourage him further in what he was doing. One night the parents are away for the weekend and so Nathan and I were home alone. I went out with my girlfriend for a few hours but didn't get lucky and was home by midnight. I didn't want to stay home with him too much - that seemed dangerous. When I did get home, he was watching tv in the basement rec room which was beside my bedroom, so I sat down on the couch with him. I couldn't win. If I spent time with my little brother, he acted all affectionate and sexy and gave me a boner and that made me feel all guilty and perverted, so I hated it. But if I didn't spend time with my little brother, then he would confront me with teary eyes like some lost puppy asking me why I'm ignoring him. It was painful since I loved my little brother more than anything in the world. Anyway, he guilted me into promising to spend the whole day with him the next day and watch a movie together at night. We had breakfast, then went bike riding up the local creek on our mountain bikes. It had rained recently so we both got covered in mud riding the trails. Then we headed home for lunch and to wash off. In the afternoon, I drove us to the beach and we joined a game of volleyball on the beach with some kids I knew from school. Afterwards, my friends invited me to some bush party somewhere, but I said I had plans. My bother said I should have told them I already had a date for tonight. Cheeky little bastard. When we got home we had pizza and beer. I should have known better. He had talked me into buying some beer because he wanted to try it. Anyway, within a few hours, I was getting a bit drunk and little bro had to be cut off - he was like totally hyper and bouncing off the walls on three cans of beer. He was having fun with his first drunk and I was thankful I wasn't trapped on the couch with him getting all cozy. We had music blasting as well as the tv. He was alternating between dancing, playing the air drums and playing air guitar - or just stumbling around like an idiot and giggling his fool head off. It was a wonderful day we had spent together and after a few beers, I began to let down my guard. It was the last of the summer heat waves in August. I had taken a shower too cool off and afterwards, I was clad in just boxer shorts - same with little bro. "Just stand there and close your eyes, I have a surprise for you" he says to me. "Just trust me, you'll like it" he says. I had already learned not to trust him - especially when he said "trust me". But like an idiot, I closed my eyes and looked up at the ceiling and just stood there waiting for whatever it was. In one swift movement, he pulled down my boxers and slipped my cock into his mouth. It took me a second or two to register what was happening. My cock immediately started to get hard in his hot wet mouth. That was an amazing feeling. I just stood there. My brother never wavered. Once he had my cock in his mouth, he had his nose pressed up against my (trimmed) pubes and he kept at it until my heart was pumping and my breathing had turned to panting. We must have made quite a bit of noise with his slurping and my moaning. It was all over pretty quick. I was only sixteen after all. I warned him that I was going to cum, but he kept right at it and swallowed my load straight from the source. I was quivering and shaking by the time he finished licking the last drops from my cock. My head was spinning. This could not have just happened. The little bastard was smiling at me. He was kneeling at my feet and he never looked so cheerful and mischievous - or sexy and seductive. I had to escape - I was suffering emotional guilt overdrive. I bolted out to the backyard for a breath of fresh air and tried to get a grip on myself. I felt ashamed, embarrassed and totally guilty. I vowed immediately to talk to him about it and never do it again! * * * To be continued in part 2.