Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 18:31:27 -0800 (PST) From: Steve Storyman Subject: I Wanted my Big Brother - Chapter 3 ___________________________________ I Wanted my Big Brother - Chapter 3 by Steve Storyman stevestoryman@yahoo.com Copyright 2005 Steve Storyman January 4, 2005 DISCLAIMER: This story is for adults only. If it is not legal for you to read erotic stories, or you are not of legal age either where you reside or are accessing this page, or are offended by male-to-male gay sex, then don't read this story. Other standard disclaimers apply. This is a work of fiction. ___________________________________ Thanks to those who emailed with comments. Adam Jeremy Kemmur, 17 Chad Michael Kemmur, 15 _____________________________________________________________ Error in chapter 2: The brothers do not have separate rooms. They share a room with separate beds. _____________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 3 "In my bed? Geez, squirt, I don't know, I'm tired. What's up with you?" "Adam, I'll help you--REALLY. I know you'll like it. Just trust me, okay?" I was shaking. I was pushing too much. I watched Adam's eyes, and prayed he wasn't getting mad. His face screwed up--like this was a hard decision for him. "How are you gonna help me?" His voice was soft now. I got hopeful. "Don't make me tell you, Adam." "I think I should know what's gonna happen in my bed before I agree to this," he said, his tone calm, but too serious. "So you'll let me?" I gulped. "I didn't say that." "You said you're horny, right?" "Yeah. So?" Was he dense, or what? "So I'll . . . help you--so you don't have to go to sleep horny." I got all smiley, went over to him and rubbed his ribs. He let me stay like that for a few seconds, then pulled away to see my face. My big brother got his serious look again. He stared right into me. He looked confused--then a quick smile--then serious again. "You know how to get to a guy." What did he say--I GOT to him? Then Adam hugged me back, pressing himself in tight. His bone pushed against me. My big brother? I got to him? Now he's boned? Because of ME? I was dizzy. "Mmm . . ." I could not actually say anything. "Damn, squirt--you sure have been nice to me lately." I was going to say that to HIM. But I wondered how he meant that. Did 'nice' mean 'nice,' or was he talking about sex? Come to think of it, I thought I was always nice to him. "You, too," I said, hoping he'd know what I meant. "If you wake me up, I'll kick you out of bed." "YES!" I screamed--my heart bursting with joy and lust and love for my big brother. "I mean, no--I won't wake you up, I promise! Oh God! This is so good!" I was beaming. I guess Adam liked my enthusiasm. His grin went right to my dick. "Okay," he said, walking toward our room, "I sleep against the wall. You sleep on the outside. That way if it gets crowded, you fall out of bed, not me." "Okay, no problem." I had to be grinning from ear to ear, feeling like I was 6, and it was Christmas. "And keep your hands away from my face--that'll wake me up more than anything. And if you snore . . . " Me? Snore? My sexy big brother went on and on about the rules and all the details of how to sleep with him--and what not to do. I kept saying, 'Sure,' 'Okay.' We eventually got to his bed. ". . . and don't even think of tickling me," he said, finally looking at me. "Okay, Adam. Should I write this down?" What he did next was fantastic. He put his hands on the sides of my face and gave me this warm look. "No, don't write it down, little bro. Damn, I sound like a rule book. Sorry," he said, suddenly pecking my mouth for an instant with his firm lips, our first-ever, lip-to-lip, brother kiss. He held my shoulders and pulled back right away. I never saw Adam so shocked and scared. I thought maybe he was going to yell or cry, or something. I just smiled the biggest smile. My heart was trying to pound itself out of my chest. I guess Adam got a good look at me and understood. "Chad--you were okay with that?" "Yeah!" "Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," he said. I may not be that smart, but I was pretty sure *I* knew what he was thinking. "I liked it," I said, wishing I had the balls to kiss him back. I was so glad to see my big brother smiling at me. "We better get to bed. It's late." Like I cared about time. Adam just started undressing. I copied every move he made. When he got to his underwear, I thought he'd get into bed, but he took them off. I did the same. "Whoa, squirt!" he said, looking at my boner. My eyes were glued to big brother's cock, which looked like it was on its way up. It had that nice, thicker, I'm-getting-horny look. We both blushed and got into bed. My hand went right to my dick. I was disappointed when Adam turned on his side, and faced the wall--his back to me. I wanted to hug him, face to face. I did the next best thing and hugged his back, like I had at camp that time. But now my dick was naked, and he had to feel it against his warm butt-cheek. "Oh, the light," he said, reaching up and turning off the lamp. When he settled in again, I felt him turn. He faced me. "You're not sleeping yet, so can I--" Adam's hand on my shoulder was all I needed, and I pawed at him for a hug. I guess he changed his mind about sleeping. At that point my heart beat so fast, time slowed down. Slowly, our arms did the same thing at the same time, and we hugged. My mind was blank except for knowing that his cock was pressed against me, with mine alongside his. 'God, I hope I don't cum now!' I could not believe how Adam's hands were rubbing my back--with passion--telling me his need. I knew he had a need, but to have his hands tell me that had me spewing pre-cum on him. The sweet scent of him made me tingle all over. He must have showered at the beach. He was manly-clean--the essence of fresh sweat adding to my image of him as a powerful stud and athlete. But when his hands went down to the small of my back, pulling me close to him, I thought I'd crawl inside him and be safe there, forever. I was warm all over. "Chaddy," he said in a sexy voice that was totally new to me. Chaddy! He NEVER called me that. I could not talk, but I knew what I wanted. I hoped I knew what HE wanted. With my hands making love to Adam's chest, my tongue licked a path to his navel, and when his hands touched my ears so gently, I slid my lips halfway down his big-brother hair-trail to his bone, and pushed a finger across his nipples. "Oh God, yes," he said, his voice low and panting. With his sexy tone, 'YES' was all I needed to hear, and I did what I'd dreamed of for so long--I pumped with my mouth and made love to my big brother's cock. "Mmm," was all I could say--and I said it softly, so I wouldn't take him out of his mood. "Ah! Don't scrape with your teeth." "Okay." His shaft was so hard, I knew he was really excited now. I wondered how we looked--a small, 15-year-old kid, sucking off the good-looking high-school quarterback. But I wasn't just any kid. I was the hunk's brother. And he was loving it. His fingers danced through my hair, his soft touches excited me and told me this was okay. And his hot pole told me not to stop. I wouldn't stop and spoil it for him. I couldn't stop. My little bone throbbed and bounced, as I tried taking him deeper and deeper, choking and backing off--and the new hot fragrance of him down there made me anxious to take more of his solid cock, until I got most of him in my mouth. At the last minute, I jabbed down hard, making the tip of his penis find a home in my throat. "AH! Oh, shit! Ohhh." I loved his moans. His hands were making love to my hair, my neck, and shoulders. But I wasn't doing anything with MY hands. How could I be so dumb? Why did I take them off his chest? I slipped my sweaty hands under him--under his hard, hot butt-- and squeezed his tight ass-muscles as I sucked him. I loved sucking him. And like my aching cock, my fingers were on fire, as they grazed and probed the taut skin of my brother's bottom-- more so when he tightened and loosened his backside, over and over, causing his dick to bounce in my mouth. "Ooo! Geez, yeah. Uhhh!" "Oh, yeah," I added, taking my mouth off him for just a second. I was in heaven giving the first blow job of my life--knowing it was Adam I was sucking. His awesome scent thrilled me as that invisible part of him entered me. When I felt a little throb in his dick, he pulled me by the arms, up to him. His warm lips on my neck were so hot, I almost came. But when he slid his tongue there in little circles, I thought I'd pass out with sheer passion for him. "Mmmm . . ." "MMMM!" He gripped my shoulders now, his hands grasping tightly, moving my head--I knew, to the rhythm he wanted. I followed his signals, knowing the right speed would make this better for him. He had to know how much I wanted him now. He had to. When Adam's fingers traveled to his balls, I got another idea, and released his hot manhood. Instantly, my tongue was all over his hard nuts--tight now, from my blow job, I was sure. I licked and probed all over his big sac. "Oh, yeah, sweet brother," he said, bucking his hips up now and then. Sweet brother? Oh yes! I couldn't think of a better thing he could call me. I tried sucking them both in, but only got one. "Fuck! Ahhhh. Easy with that. Ohhh . . . yeah." Now I licked in the creases between his balls and his legs, feeling my way in the dark. I made his body squirm. Soon I was back on his cock, bobbing my head to the rhythm of his firm hands. He bucked harder, higher, poking my throat with his hot prod. He was sweating--my hands slid, now, when I touched him. "OH! OH! Ahhh," he yelled while he gripped my head, and moaned over and over as his hard cock swelled. I had forgotten I would get his sweet surprise in my mouth. I swallowed, loving the liquid feel and taste of my stunning, 17-year-old brother. My whole body shook with desire as he shot across my tongue, calling my name, screaming out his pleasure--steamy, gruff, satisfying. A hot geyser was filling my mouth. I could not believe this beautiful thing was happening. I wanted my big brother to react to me, but never dreamed of anything this thrilling, this good. "Aaarf, ohhhhhhh," he said, slowing down a little, "So fucking good!" Hearing that was a climax of its own to me--as good as his cock feeding me his hot man-fluids. My blow job was good. My big brother approved, I could only hope. I had done it with love in my heart. And I was doing my best to hold my cum. When his hand pulled my chin, I knew he needed me to slide off him. I did it real slow, so I wouldn't give him that painful, too-sensitive feeling. I had the taste of his maleness in my mouth now, and I knew I would never forget how much that first taste of him meant to me. As we lay there, my fingers stroked his wet pubes. His hands released their grip on my sweaty head, and returned to playing with my hair--something that seemed loving and kind now. I thought about his cum in my stomach. How awesome it felt to know his essence was in me! "Damn." he said, suddenly sounding different. "What's wrong?" "I just got a bow job from my fifteen-year-old brother." "That's bad?" Fear returned. "Ye--no, it's just--Damn, I'm--I don't know what to think, Chad. We just had sex, for God's sake!" In the dark quiet, warm in my big brother's bed, my tears flowed. That's all there was for a while--total silence, as he lay there on his back--me, sobbing with my wet eyes against his thigh--and I didn't dare move. I think ten minutes went by. I wondered if he felt the little river that must be soaking the sheet, by now. "Shit. You got me going," Adam said. 'What have I got to lose?' I thought, taking my hand to his dick, and checking out my big brother's cock. He was still hard! I never stopped crying so fast in my life. Adam jumped when my hand made contact. "Yeah, I DID get you going. I feel that" I said, sliding up to him, lying with my head next to his. Oh, God why did I say that? 'If he kills me, at least I've done it,' and would die smiling, with Adam's cum in me. Instead of getting mad, my big brother turned, and hugged me. Was he liking this now? Did he give in to this--let himself go? Did he feel bad now? Was he loving me more? I cried, again, on his chest. "Ohh," he said softly. "Adam, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad--please let this be good," I said, talking between tears. "I'm not mad," he said with a voice that sounded muffled. That was strange until it clicked. Adam was crying, too! I felt the wetness on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him, and now we were hugging each other, as my dick let me know it had been ignored, and wiggled for attention. I didn't care. I wanted to pay attention to my brother. 'Oh, God,' I prayed as I kissed his sculpted, well-muscled arm, 'Let him want me.' TBC? (My other stories listed below) --Steve stevestoryman@yahoo.com (comments welcome) A list of ALL my stories, for those interested: 1. hot-little-brother-series 7 CHAPTERS SO FAR (Nifty incest/athletics) An 18 y/o desires his 16 y/o brother; football theme; Kevin & Josh. 2. i-wanted-my-big-brother (Nifty incest) 3 CHAPTERS SO FAR A 15 y/o admires and pursues his 17 y/o brother; Chad and Adam. 3. hot-teen-brian-and-his-boys (Nifty adult-youth) 2 CHAPTERS SO FAR A 17 y/o and some of his older friends discover a liking for younger guys; hot fun; Brian, Steve, Matt & friends. 4. boys-joys-and-sorrows-at-sex-ed-school (some s&m aspects) (Nifty adult-youth) 1 CHAPTER Boys "trained" for mutual sex, and disciplined--nothing horrible or outrageous; good sex; some orgasm-delay teasing. --Steve, January 4, 2005 Comments welcome. I'll reply to all substantial. stevestoryman@yahoo.com