Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 21:22:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Storyman <stevestoryman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Hot Little Brother, Chapter 1

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Hot Little Brother - Chapter 1
Steve Storyman
stevestoryman@yahoo.com
Copyright 2004 Steve Storyman

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Kevin Tanner, 18
Joshua Tanner, 16

I'm Kevin Tanner, an 18-year-old high school senior, an end on
the varsity football team, and I was hot for my little brother.
On May 9th of my senior year, despite the fact that I dated
girls, I decided I liked guys more than girls, and the one guy I
boned up thinking about more than any other was my 16-year-old
brother, Joshua.

We go to the same school.  Although I'm a senior, I'm a year
older than most high school seniors--18, almost 19--because I
repeated a year in 6th grade.

Josh is old for a freshman at 16 because he repeated two grades
in elementary school.  His face is the cute, boy-next-door Adonis
type, with flashy white teeth, and that blond hair and naturally
tanned-looking skin (and smooth hairless upper body) that I find
very sexy.  He's 5-9, 150 pounds.  We're both manly types in
looks and behavior, and we both have good builds.

Josh may be smaller than me, but he's way ahead of me in some
ways.  I'm interested in man to man sex, if you could call a 16-
year-old a man, but I'm a little ashamed that Joshua not only
dates girls, but he screws them.  I heard him many times when the
folks were out and he sneaked his latest girlfriend into the
house and they got it on.  How could I not hear, when he was
banging away in the next room, moaning his guts out.

But me--his older brother--I've never had sex, not even a jerk-
off with a friend, or a blow job.  That's why I was ashamed--my
younger bro had all this sex, and me, nothing but jerking off,
which I enjoy.  Plus, I wished he was having his sex with a guy--
but that was not in the realm of reality.

When I heard Joshua having sex, I used to close my eyes and
imagine that I was videotaping the whole thing, but that fantasy
didn't last.  Now, I imagine it it's me sucking him off--or doing
SOMETHING with him, I wasn't sure what.  The sounds my brother
made were great jerk-off material for weeks afterward.

It turned me on that Josh was man enough, brave enough, and
sensual enough to have sex of any kind--and not shy to make noise
when he knew I was home and probably would hear, but he wasn't a
mean or over-aggressive kid.  We hadn't talked about what he'd
done or that I'd heard it though.  I guess that gave my younger
brother an air of mystery in my view--and made me want him even
more.

Sometimes one of us would forget to take a towel into the
bathroom when we showered--individually, not together.  It was a
rare but welcome day when I would hear the magic words from Josh,
"Kevin--get me a towel.  I forgot."

I forgot on purpose at least once a month, just to see what would
happen.  Nothing happened, but he was a good-natured kid and
didn't seem to mind getting the towel for me.  He'd hang it on
the towel rack and tell me it was there.

But the times when I'd get to bring him his towel, I'd open the
shower door, talk with him, and watch his thick, half-soft cock
swing around while he washed his hair or something.  I didn't see
him hard, but when we were soft, mine was longer, his was
thicker.

We were shy about jerking off, though.  I had my hiding places
and he must have had his.  Anyway, we never saw or heard each
other doing it.  I could tell right away after he did it though.
Joshua's face would have a non-stop blush for a while, and my
chatterbox little brother would get quiet.

We are always close.  When we were little we slept in the same
bed, but now we shared a room with separate beds, and had our own
bathroom.  It was nothing for him to come out of the shower
naked, and talk to me while he finished drying off.  I did the
same thing--we'd always done that and we never really thought
about it, except lately I've been having a great time seeing him
naked.

I'd always thought Josh was cute and sexy, but starting last May
the sight of him suddenly made me so horny I could hardly stand
it.  I did my best not to let him see me boning up, but we both
got hard a lot, so I guess it didn't matter.

Each of us has the slim build of an end on the football team, but
Josh's build is anatomically perfect.  I'm almost 6 feet and 175
pounds, with a light dusting of body hair and brown eyes.  I look
good and have a good build, but I don't have half his good looks.

My problem was that I looked at him a lot, especially when he was
naked, but he never seemed to look at me--not that way.  So here
I am, probably gay, an 18-year-old virgin and I want to get my
straight 16-year-old brother in bed--or on the floor, or
anywhere.

I was dying to see him hard.  By June, I was going nuts trying to
figure out how to get him naked and hard, yet not offend his
straightness, or let on that I was making a move on him.  I was
scared.  That was when I talked to coach, and started to form a
plan--although coach knew nothing of my sexual desires.

Josh wanted to be on the football team.  He wanted it bad.  But
he was a freshman and no way was that going to happen--until I
talked to coach, and he agreed to consider Joshua for the team if
I would write a letter of recommendation, and get a signed
permission slip from my dad.  Now, all I had to do was figure out
how to use this to get some intimate contact with my sexy little
brother.  I thought maybe I could tell him there were certain
things he had to do for me, and only then I would write to coach
and recommend him for the team.  But I didn't have it all figured
out yet.

When our parents announced that they would go to Cancun later
this summer, and leave the two of us alone (for the first time),
I nearly fell over.  But that was when more pieces of my plan
started to come together.

Josh was strong--we both were, and we wrestled well, but couldn't
hack the busy schedule of the wresting team, so we wrestled each
other.  It was our Saturday morning ritual.  It's kind of common
for wrestlers to get boners with certain holds, or certain guys,
and I thought maybe that would be a way into my brother's shorts.

I usually called him little brother, but this Saturday morning I
decided not to do that.  I wanted to build him up a little.

I was already wearing my singlet--that one piece thing that
wrestlers wear--and hoping Josh would do the same.

"Hey, where's my strong, manly brother?" I yelled upstairs from
the basement, using all the buzz words I knew would pique his ego
and get him moving, and hoping he'd come down soon so we could
get started.

"Chill, Kevin, I'm coming, I'm coming," Josh yelled back.  If he
only knew how that choice of words affected me just then, he
might do something more painful to me than just pin me to the mat
we had on the floor.  I heard his quick footsteps heading for the
basement stairs.  I was happy to see him wearing his singlet.

"Well, finish coming and lets get started," I said to a face
starting to get red already.  I loved to make him blush, and he
was an easy target.

"Only YOU would say that," my brother said with a quick grin.  We
had never had a truly intimate or sexual conversation.

"Well, I've heard you coming enough times," I said--referring to
his sexual adventures at home--smiling but putting it in his face
for the first time.  "How are things going with Ashley, anyway?"
Not that I cared to even think about Josh with a girl.

"It's Samantha now."

"I can't keep up with you, Josh.  Okay, how's things going with
Samantha?"

"All right, I guess.  She's not as good as Ashley."

"Spare me the details," I said, doing an imitation of Dr. Smith,
from the TV show, Lost in Space.

"Okay, Kevin," my brother said, laughing along with me.  "Or
should I call you Doctor Smith?"

That started a whole image of me and my little brother in my
head.  By adult standards we were too old to play doctor anymore,
but oh, I'd do it in a second.

"Either name is okay," I said, not wanting the conversation to go
there.

"Well," he said with his chest puffed a little, "do I sound
studly?"

"What?"

"You know, Kev!  What you heard when I had sex.  Do I sound like
a stud?"

Either I was talking to an alien, or my little brother was fast
coming out of his shell.

"Maybe . . . maybe not."

"Come on, Kev.  You never said anything about it before.  You
brought it up.  So tell me now."

We stared into each other for a long time--a rarity.  The look of
his blue eyes had a stimulating effect on my cock.

"You sound hot as hell, man," I said--and that was an
understatement.  I knew he wasn't expecting any such answer.

"Damn," my little brother said, blushing up a storm.  He
obviously thought of a comeback to distract me from his red face.
"You really WERE listening."

"No, Josh--I didn't listen, I HEARD.  There's a difference."

"Whatever," he said, then flashed me a smile.

I thought of a great comeback.  "Maybe I'll hide a camera in the
ceiling and catch it on video next time," I said, watching his
eyes for a response.

"Yeah, you could," Josh said, in a half embarrassed but neutral
way that could mean yes or no.  I didn't push it.

"Okay, I will," I said in the same, soft, neutral tone.

At that point the subject was dead, except little brother had a
hardon, or damn near.  I wondered if he knew he'd sprung a boner,
or was so thrown by the conversation that he wasn't aware.  I
wanted to get it on with him right then.

Wrestling was the next best thing.  We started slow, but soon I
had him in a hold--crotch to crotch.  I bounced gently, and felt
his cock start to swell.  Not all the way though.  Mine grew
along with his, and I was glad our cocks weren't touching so he
couldn't feel me boning up.

Actually I thought of his as a dick and mine as a cock, because I
was older, and cock was a more grown-up word for it.  I knew Josh
was more mature than me in some ways, and I was sure he'd laugh
if he knew about my penis terminology when it came to the two of
us.

He got loose from my hold and pinned me proper--on my back.  Then
he had his bulge directly on top of mine, and pressed down.  This
was not the first time, and it was a fairly common occurrence,
but now I was primed for his contact.  Yeah, we both boned up a
little, but never said anything about it.  This was my big
chance, I thought, but I had no clue how to turn this into
something more interesting.  So, up he came off me, and we
grabbed some water while we caught our breath.

"I won that match," Josh boasted.

"I'll get you on the next one."

I got back into my pose, and we resumed wrestling.  This time  I
had him in a hold that put his bulging dick in my face.  If I'd
thrust my head forward an inch, I could have kissed it.  Instead,
I nudged Josh's cloth-covered dick with my chin--just long enough
to have some great material for jerk off later when I was alone.
That hold was nice, but it was going nowhere, so I shifted and
pinned him good.

"That was just luck," Josh said, as we toweled off, ready for a
shower.

I was tempted to suggest we take a shower together (after all, in
a real match, the whole team would shower together), but I lost
my nerve.  It would have been too obvious anyway.  Besides, a
shower stall is confining, and I might have freaked him out
making a move on him there.  Not that I felt brave enough to make
a move at all.

The next day, I was contemplating how to get to Josh sexually, or
at least test the waters--and it hit me like a ton of bricks when
mom and dad left for work.  It was summer, school was out, so
Josh and I would have at least part of the day to lounge around
the house.  So I took my shower first, put only my boxers on, and
logged on to the internet while little bro took his shower.

I figured if we both hung around in our underwear long enough,
something sexual was bound to happen eventually.

"Going real casual today, huh?" Josh said offhandedly as he saw
me sitting at the computer in just my boxers.  He looked so good
standing there naked, drying off.

"Why not?  Who's gonna see us?" I said--subtly planting the
brotherly suggestion that he follow what I do.

"No, one, I guess," Josh said.  I saw him blush again as he
slipped into a pair of briefs with me watching.

Now we were getting somewhere, I thought.  I got brave.  "Yeah,
you look good in those," I said.

"You think so?" he said, his red face smiling at me now as the
gears of his ego began to turn again.  His perfect chest and the
little blond hairs on his legs made me cringe with desire, not to
mention the rest of him.  He was making me crazy.

"Yeah.  If I were a girl, I'd jump your bones," I said, thinking
afterward that was a little too bold, but noticing a more than
average bulge in Josh's briefs.

The growth of his dick was a natural effect of stroking the
sexual side of his ego, I thought, but arousing to me just the
same.  I stood up, my boxers bulging enough to be suggestive, but
still decent.  The next thing he said upped my excitement more
than a few notches.

"You got a pair of boxers I can try on?"

I almost lost my balance when I saw his eyes go right to my
crotch.

"Sure," I said, my voice nearly breaking from excitement--
something that hadn't happened since I was 14.

I turned to my dresser to get an older, smaller pair of boxers
for him, and when I turned again to face him, his briefs were
down at his ankles, and he was just stepping out of them--half
hardon and all.  His demeanor seemed more like locker room
behavior than anything else, but what the hell.  My heart pounded
from the sight of my brother--naked with almost a hardon in front
of me for the first time.  "Try these," I said, boxers in hand.

I felt nervous, but I calmly walked the boxers over to him rather
than just throw them at him.  I made point of looking at his dick
and smiled, but held my tongue.

Josh slid his body into the boxers, and there was a very sensual
looking 16-year-old standing and looking hot bulging his
underwear more than I was bulging mine.  I was doing mental
exercises to keep my cock down.  Seeing him looking down at
himself with pride loosened my tongue.

"Now that's studly," I said, just as he touched his bulge and
smiled self-approvingly.  I was taken back by the sudden
frankness of our exchange, yet this is exactly what I'd hoped
for.

"Yeah," he said--"I mean, you think so?"  This was his best blush
so far.

"You bet.  I've seen a lot of models in boxers in underwear ads,
but not at good as this," I said, motioning toward him.

"Damn!  Maybe I WILL switch to boxers after all."  This was a
topic we had discussed before, having him wear boxers--but never
this intimately.  I thought if Josh wore boxers, that thick dick
of his would surely make bigger tents.

"You gonna try wearing them a few days and see how it is?"

"Yeah, but--I mean, I feel like my balls are gonna fall off.
There's no support."

I've had similar conversations with my brother before, but
nothing as exciting to me as this.  I had to sit down to allow my
bone to grow without him seeing.

"Well," I said, wanting to be sympathetic but still encouraging
him in his newfound liking for boxers, "it does feel like that at
first, but after a while it starts to feel really good.  Anyhow,
now you look as good as you sounded the other night while you
were--you know."

I didn't want to mention the opposite sex.  I did enjoy looking
at the tent Josh had just made.

Then my little brother did what he usually does when he's really
embarrassed--he laughed.  "Shit, I'm boned up!"

I so much wanted to stand up and say, 'I am, too, bro.'  That
would have been perfect.  But I suddenly became a wimp.  I did
however realize that I needed to say something to help Josh back
into his comfort zone.

"We all get that way.  Hell, I bone up a zillion times a day,
Josh.  Don't sweat it."

"You're not freakin'?" my little brother said.

It was the question I thought I'd be asking HIM after I tried
something with him, but I'd yet to make a real move.

"Hell, no.  It's about time we loosened up and could do stuff
like this, and compare notes and maybe help each other out."

"Yeah, Kev.  We're acting more like brothers, now, huh?"

That didn't sound like Josh's normal conversation, so I figured
he said it that way out of nervousness, yet I knew he meant it.
There was caring in his voice.  All sexual thoughts aside, I felt
we were truly loving each other as brothers--as if for the first
time.  My heart was melting, and I would have been putty in his
hands if he'd wanted anything from me.

"Yupper.  Feels good to me," I said.  And how I wished I could
tell him the forbidden ways it was feeling good to me.

"Feels good, how, Kev?"

I wasn't expecting that, so I had to think fast what to say.

"I mean--it's like I'm proud of you, Josh.  After all, you're a
part of me, being my brother, and it's cool to see you just
hanging around being a normal, big, healthy boy, and not scared
to let me see that."

"Yeah, you're right.  Feels weird, though."

"Josh, I'm a part of you, too, remember."

And I wanted us to touch each other's cock so bad, I felt fire in
my groin.

I was afraid his next deal would be to ask me to stand so he
could see my bulge, but that was wishful thinking and he didn't
suggest that.  I saw him staring at his boner--through the cloth
anyhow--with his hand in an odd position.  "Go ahead, squeeze it.
That's what I'd want to do right now if I were you."

"Shit, how did you know?" Josh said--all his little-brother
defenses down for now.

"Josh--I got one, too, remember?  And I got two years on you."
Then I realized I shouldn't have said the 'two-years' part.

"Yeah, yeah," he said, responding to an old theme of 'I'm bigger
than you and don't forget it,' --and that was the thought that
took him out of his sensual spell.

I wanted to say, 'Let's whip 'em out and compare like we used
to,' but those words could not come out of my mouth.

Josh did blush when he squeezed his dick with me in plain sight
and looking.  "It's not hard all the way," he said.

Now I was anxious to see my brother's full erection--even if it
had to be through a pair of boxers.  But that was not to be.

"I'm going for a coke.  You want one?" Josh said.

"Sure," I said, hoping his short absence would be enough for me
to lose the bone.

"Kev--you wanna go swimming?  Is Matt's pool open?"

"Yeah, it's open.  I could call him," I said, feeling defeated
but glad for a change of pace.

Matt was a senior and 17 years old--right between my age and
Josh's.  He was a tall, good looking kid, and it might be fun to
catch a few glances of him and Josh in their bathing suits.  Matt
lived just a few blocks away.

We all had fun in Matt's pool, and while we lounged around later,
I had a good time sneaking a few looks at Matt's bulge, but
nothing as exciting as my intimate conversation with my brother.

In all, the day wasn't a total loss--I had made some progress
toward getting intimate with Josh.  If only I had a sign he would
go along with my desires.  I just needed a way to find out before
I made a real move on my brother.

I thought about that as we walked home.

The next day, with the two of us alone again, and both in our
boxers, I waited until Joshua was in the kitchen, and walked in
on him with a total hardon tenting my underwear.  Luckily, he had
the six pack of Coke near him on the table, so I had an excuse to
stand right next to him to make sure he'd see, as I got a can for
myself.

I saw my brother's eyes travel from my face to my tent, and back
again.

I smiled at him, but nothing overly suggestive--just a calm
brotherly smile.  I thought he looked sexy with his legs straight
out in front of him, slouching appealingly in the chair.  I
looked and saw that the fly of his boxers was gapped a little.  I
thought that was nice.

Then he made me nervous--he repeated his action.  His eyes
studied my face, then the tent my cock was making.  Either he was
hypnotized by it or he was doing a whole lot of thinking.

As he stood up, it was obvious his dick was rigid.  The tent was
huge.

The knot of sexual daring gripped my insides.

Josh looked at me with a weak smile.  I trembled as my little
brother's blue eyes glazed over slightly.  Maybe I was dreaming,
but his face was telling me, 'Everything's cool.'  I was going to
use the football team plan to get Josh in this condition, but
this was much better.

"Take those off," I said.

It was such a brazen thing to do, I had a hard time believing I'd
actually said that.  And a harder time believing that I was
seeing Joshua pull down his underwear, and stand naked not 10
inches from me.  There was no question his erection outsized
mine.

I fell to my knees and slid my lips over my brother's cock.

"Oh, yeah," he whispered hoarsely as he held the back of the
chair to steady himself, and I wrapped my hands around his legs
to keep from sinking to the floor.  That's when he thrust
forward, pressing his proud boyhood further into me.

Steve
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