Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2022 09:11:26 +0000 From: Rhett Blue Subject: Fun-Size Brothers AUTHOR'S NOTE: My stories involve sexual and romantic incest between brothers and cousins. I do not write other incest pairings under this pen name, so please do not request it. ---------- "Fun-Size Brothers" by Rhett Blue ---------- "Ten..." the whole family cheered in the living room upstairs. "I'm ready, Nick!" And off he went, quickly getting down to business for my ultimate enjoyment. My short and skinny little bro didn't need to be told or reminded; he knew exactly what to do. We had done this so many times now. In the pitch-dark basement closet, I moved my hips for the right motion of thrusts while Calvin kneeled in front of me with his hand inside his jeans, his small head gripped by my large jock hands. I towered over him like a giant, and since he liked kneeling, I had to sit on a stool with my jeans down to my ankles while he was fully dressed. (We were otherwise naked whenever it was safe, our smooth bodies becoming one.) Then again, I pretty much was a beefy giant who was built to play football at a whopping six-foot-six, compared to Calvin's height of just five feet because of his stunted growth. (We were both abnormally sized for our ages, like fun-size brothers.) God, but this powerful mouth that worked me all too well. Normally, if Calvin slurped loudly, I'd give him a rough tap on the head to keep it down. This time, it was safe until the New Year's countdown ended. "Nine..." My mouth hung open while the warmth of Calvin's mouth got me close. At this rate, I'd win the bet in no time. It was exactly why I'd agreed to it. If I didn't finish by the time the family cheered, "Happy New Year," then I'd have to become his boyfriend forever. Pfft, he wished! Besides, what was the point when I was in my last semester of high school? In less than a year, while he'd still be in high school, I'd be off to college on my own, starting a new life at almost twenty. (I'd failed in school before like a dumbass.) "Eight..." A few gasps came out of my mouth, the pleasure intensifying. That was one thing I admit that I'd miss: Calvin's warm mouth. This very mouth had gone from a total virgin to impressively skilled in the years we'd messed around, not that I really knew what another mouth felt like. (It had only been the two of us.) "Seven..." I ruffled Calvin's finger-length, brown hair that desperately needed a trip to the barbershop. Okay, so I hated admitting that I would miss him like crazy. I mean, he was my little brother! I also knew better than to lie to myself. (He wasn't the only one with a crush.) "Six..." It wasn't just this mouth that I thrust in and out of that mattered. Every part of Calvin did, on the inside and out. I had always been protective of him and kept him safe like a big teddy bear, especially after Dad had used his fists on Mom and us enough times to land him in prison where he belonged. Mom's rude and nasty boyfriend clearly didn't care about me and Calvin, so we'd chosen not to care about him. "Five..." Okay, I was getting close again, and the loud slurps were getting sloppier enough to feel more awesome. Nope, no more intrusive thoughts because we didn't have much time left. We had to be back upstairs as soon as possible so that the family wouldn't notice we'd been gone. (The house was that packed.) "Four..." Any second now. I squeezed my eyes shut and attempted my best to concentrate on the immense pleasure. Yep, any second now. I wasn't going to lose the bet. Crush or not, we were still brothers, and it would just never work out. Right? Maybe? No, no. Of course it wouldn't work. "Three..." I tightened my grip, holding the sides of Calvin's head while I thrust every inch until my brown pubes probably tickled his thin lips, his penetrated throat more than ready. I remembered when I used to be too big for him, not that I was a monster. I was just a very thick six, and he was already getting there quicker than anyone but me knew, girth and all. Actually, I'd say he had a good chance of outsizing me down there someday. (Ironic.) "Two..." Yeah, Calvin. God, how I loved my little bro so much that I'd do anything to make him happy. And the way he used me like this always got me to finish off quicker than normal. There was just something about him kneeling in front of me that did it each and every time. He loved it, anyway, not just me. In fact, he grunted while his mouth was still stuffed, his shaky movement hinting that he was already finished. (Before me!) "One..." Closer and closer. No way I'd lose. I was there. I was really there. Just a moment longer until I could finally give Calvin a major flood after saving my load for a few days. (I'd once gone a whole week!) "Happy New Year!" Come on, come on, come on! Just a few more seconds, that was all. I thrust and thrust and focused on the pleasure, but it was no use. I had too much on my mind, that was it. How could I fail at this? It was an easy bet! Calvin stood back up while I remained on the stool. He chuckled, then caressed my cheek like he often did whenever he felt like showing me some brotherly affection. If I could see in the dark, I could probably bet that his hazel eyes sparkled with amusement. "Looks like I won, Nick," he said in a deep voice that sounded manly enough to turn me on. "You still can't come, huh?" I frowned. The truth was that I would have normally been thrilled over this. But I was going away for college. Seriously, how the hell would it work between us? I didn't feel the need to explore with others because it wasn't how I was wired like most guys, and Calvin was wired just like me. (We looked different but were alike in many ways.) He leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on my lips. When he took my hand and slid it inside the front of his underwear, I quickly realized he'd shot a big load. Lucky for him, he wore a shirt that was long enough to hide the presumed wet spot. Calvin sighed. "Hey, Nick?" "Yeah?" I tried my hardest not to be down. It was New Year's Day now, and a special moment going on between brothers, yet I couldn't stop worrying about the future of our incestuous brotherhood that no one could ever know about. Our shared love would die a secret. Calvin reached down and made a little fist, stroking me. "Now that you're my boyfriend, you get to top me, and I promise to take it like a man." My eyebrows rose, and my jaw nearly dropped. "Wait, are you serious?" What a cute and smooth, semi-round butt that had been forbidden, never welcoming even my fingers. I'd once tried to rim him, but he'd jerked away and had snapped at me over it, making me think he was destined to become a total top. (At least in the anal sense.) "Yep." He still stroked me. "But you said your ass was off limits." "Not anymore. Besides, I've been fantasizing about lately, but I worried you'd want to stop messing around and move on with your life. I didn't want to give it up to you for no reason. That part of me is pretty damn personal, you know. You can use your dick, fingers, and tongue. It's officially yours now." Before I could think what to say, Calvin's little hand gave me a few more strokes to finally make me shoot one of the biggest loads of my life, his touch combined with my high anticipation of finally taking his butt virginity. I gasped from the glorious ecstasy and tried to control any sounds in case someone would come looking for us. While I couldn't see in the dark, I could tell his shirt got my mess all over it, which would be challenging to explain to the family. (Probably thick and gooey wads of it, too.) "Welp..." Calvin said and then paused, probably realizing the mess on his shirt. "I'll take that as your excitement over my ass, I guess." We chuckled, and I smiled at him, even though he couldn't see my face. What a countdown that I'd never forget. I pulled him closer for a deep kiss, both excited to take his butt virginity and worried about our new relationship as more than just brothers. It wasn't just the new year, but it was also the start of something more real than ever with Calvin. My little bro took the word "forever" to heart, and I'd never hurt him in any way. So, should I just buy us wedding bands at this point? (Half joking.) ---------- Thanks for reading. Feel free to give any honest feedback because I always like knowing what my readers think. 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