Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2011 19:16:47 -0400 From: Zac Burns Subject: Little Bro In Heat Warning: This story contains explicit language and strong scenes of sexual encounters between an adult male and his underage brother. Legal Stuff: The names of people, characters, products, companies and/or data mentioned within this document are fictitious and are in no way intended to represent any real individual, company, product, or event, unless otherwise noted. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, for any purpose, without the express written permission of the author. That means NO COPYING! Copyright 2011 Zachary Taylor Burns. All rights reserved. Contact Me: If you have any questions, comments or suggestions about this or any other story, please email me at: artistic.revelations@hotmail.com Please be sure to include the story title in the subject line. I look forward to hearing from you. ZTB. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ LITTLE BRO IN HEAT by Zachary Taylor Burns I was sitting at my desk, dick pulled out of the zipper of my jeans, stroking away and reading the latest sissyboi installment by Beautiful Creamer on nifty.org, and was just getting to the good part where the man is about ready to slide his mandick balls deep into the sissyboi's eagerly tongued hairless boycunt when I heard a barely audible "Wow" coming from the hall. Now, normally I wouldn't care about anything of the sort, but seeing as I thought I was alone at that point in time... well, I felt the need to investigate. "Oh my God!" I heard, which clearly was in a scared or worried tone of voice, followed quickly by footsteps running down the hall. My thirteen-year-old brother Wesley, obviously. It couldn't be anyone else, since mom doesn't live with us anymore and dad works two jobs. I've been working too, but just one full-time job since I graduated high school. I'm 19 by the way, and help take care of my brother because dad is rarely home. Basically I'm a housewife, according to him. Dad says if it wasn't for me, nothing would ever get done. I do the laundry, cleaning, make sure Wesley is fed before and after school, etc. I can understand why dad is stressed out all the time with working both jobs and not being able to spend time with us. But I understand because it's better than being laid off and having no income at all, especially now when so many people are jobless. Anyway, my name is Eric. I'm 5'10, weigh 178, have light brown curly hair and hazel eyes. I've always been proud of my body, even though I never have to do anything in order to keep it in shape. Except work, of course. I work in a warehouse, unloading delivery trucks for a company that makes millions on profits each year but pays their employees minimum wage. But hey, like I said I don't mind. At least I have a job and am able to help dad out with bills and stuff. From working 40 hours a week, my body has been developing into a toned, in-shape temple. I have a six-pack, and although barely defined it is still visible; also, the beginnings of that vee that leads to the groin. My biceps are coming along, as well as everything else just being toned and increasing in strength and looks. Wesley is 13, still in seventh grade because he failed a year. I guess that's what happens when parents split- the kids suffer. Thankfully I was in the last few weeks of seniorhood at school and didn't care. Frankly, I'm glad she's gone. She was nothing but a... Ok, sorry, I promised I wouldn't say anything negative in here. After all, this is supposed to be about sex!! Haha. I tucked my hard seven-inch, thick, uncut dick back into my jeans and ran down the hall after my little brother, but by now he was down the stairs and almost out the back door. I'm much faster though, and caught up to him before he could even reach the screen door; when I reached him, I shoved him through it, and he landed on the back porch, hands up to prevent himself from landing flat on the hard cement. "Oops," was all I said as I picked him up off the cement, one hand under his chest, the other grabbing him by the seat of his too-short shorts, and carried him to the side of the pool. "No!" he wailed, instantly knowing what I was about to do. "Why the fuck were you spying on me?" I demanded as I held him out over the freezing water. It was mid-February, and the pool looked disgusting, all green and shit from algae and not being taken care of during the previous summer. Who had time, with both dad and I working? "Noooooo!" he wailed again, louder this time. Thankful we didn't have any pesky neighbors [we live in the middle of BFE], I relished in his screaming. Typical of the older brother standard, I did take some sort of perverse masochistic pleasure in teasing Wesley when given the chance. Only because I loved him and wanted him to grow up into a man who could take anything that anyone dished out to him. I would never physically cause him any sort of intentional lasting damage. "Please!" he begged. "I'll do anything!" "Oh?" I said, still holding his lightweight eighty-pound frame over the pool and being thankful for all those days of moving boxes and heavy stuff at work. "Anything? Why were you watching me?" 'I- I wasn't!" he stuttered. "Bullshit!" I said, "I fucking heard you! Why were you watching me jacking off? Do you like looking at a real man dick?" His face burned crimson, giving me all the answer I needed, and I briefly, BRIEFLY, debated whether or not I should just let him off the hook. Then I thought better of it, and knew it would ruin my older brother tough-guy image if I didn't follow through on my threat. I really hated to do it because I wasn't that mean of a guy, but here we were, me holding my little brother over the disgusting pool, threatening him. So I dropped him. Only to preserve my tough-guy image, mind you. I really didn't want to do it. He came up sputtering and cursing me. "Fuck you Eric! This is disgusting and smells like shit!" I couldn't help but laugh at him, hair covered in green slime as he held his eyes closed, not wanting to get anything inside them. Then I felt truly sorry for what I'd done and knelt down, extending my hand. When he felt my hand over his, he pulled away and cursed me. "You're an asshole!" He made his way to the edge of the pool and tried lifting himself out but he slipped from the muck that was covering his hands. His eyes were still pressed tightly closed, trying not to gag from the stench of the stagnant pool water. I reached down and helped lift him out of the pool, despite his protestations to the contrary. When he was on solid ground, I took my shirt off and used it to wipe his eyes and face so he could see properly. "Thanks," he whispered, face still burning bright red with teenage anger. "You're still an asshole though!" he said, then ran toward the door to the house. "Don't you dare go inside all wet!" I yelled after him. He stopped at the door, turned and faced me for a second, then stuck out his tongue. "Take your clothes off," I said. "Wh-what? Here? But it's freezing!" "Want to go for another dunk then?" I said, taking a threatening step toward him. "No!" he replied, eyes wide with surprise that I would ever suggest such a thing. "I- I'll take them off." I nodded, arms crossed over my bare chest, my nipples sticking out like the erasers on the end of a pencil from the cold. "Turn around," he said, eyes pleading. "You don't have anything I've never seen before," I pointed out, arms still crossed over my chest. Actually, I hadn't seen him fully naked since he was about three, right before my parents put an end to his running nude through the house at all hours of the day and night. "Fine!" he pouted, and pulled his soaked shirt off his hairless torso. My mouth watered as I watched him strip, hoping the coldness of the brisk winter air would be enough to keep my erection at bay. I was still horny, after all, from being interrupted. As he pulled his shirt up and over his head, I got a brief glimpse of his armpits- a small patch of dark blonde hair showed he was well going through puberty, something I had suspected but until then never knew for sure. By the time he threw his soaked shirt on the cement, I had averted my eyes back to his face. "You're really going to make me strip in front of you?" he asked. I hadn't planned on it, no, but now that he mentioned it... "You owe me for spying on me," I pointed out the obvious. I thought it was only fair. "Ugh," he sighed, and then unbuttoned his skintight black jeans. Typical skaterboi fashion of teenagers these days, he wore skintight girl jeans because they were easier to skate in. He struggled with the top of the jeans for a second, and then pushed them slowly down his thighs, his boxers coming down along with them. I was surprised to see a tuft of blonde pubic hair above his dick. Up to this moment in time, I had never thought of younger boys in real life. Sure, the stories from Beautiful Creamer, and others on nifty that consisted of older guys fucking hot younger teenage boys always got me off, but I never thought I would ever actually do it for real, ya know? By now, Wesley was bent completely at the waist, stepping out of his jeans, boxers and socks, and when he stood up his hands were covering his boyparts. "Happy?" he said, and I nodded. Suddenly realizing I wanted to see the rest of him but too late to say anything, he had already made his way inside, both hands still covering his junk. I couldn't help but admire the view from behind though as he ran through the house- nice, perfectly round ass that looked good enough to... Wait, this was my little brother here. What was I thinking? Not to mention he was just thirteen. Then I remembered my first sexual experience- I had been nearly fifteen and seduced by an older guy in his thirties who was always telling me how hot I was and always touching me and finally I gave in and he got what he wanted. Fuck, thinking about that always made my dick rock-hard, and then I allowed the inevitable to occur: I started thinking with my dick, which, as any man can tell you, can be dangerous business. I could just follow Wesley into the bathroom and... I slid a hand into my jeans and squeezed my throbbing dick and thought about it for a split second. He did owe me a good cum since I didn't get a chance to finish. I could just go up to the bathroom, get him to jack my dick and that would be it. Did I really want to cross that line, though? I was inside and halfway up the stairs before I realized I DID want him to finish me off. I unbuttoned my jeans and as I reached the top landing, slid them down and stepped out of them before entering the bathroom naked, dick at full mast and leading the way. "What the hell?" Wesley said from the shower as he turned to watch me enter the room. Thank goodness for see-through shower curtains! "Get the fuck out!" I only smiled as I pulled the curtain back and stepped into the shower with him. "You owe me. You interrupted my jack off session and I didn't get to cum. You're going to fix that." "I'll tell dad," he warned, trying to threaten me. "Yeah?" I said with a smile. "And I'll tell dad what you were doing last week with the dog." He looked at me, confused. I sighed. He didn't play this game very well. "Geez, you didn't actually do anything with the dog, but I'll tell dad you did. So you owe me a hand with my cum." "I hate you," he said, but I could see his thirteen-year-old dick sticking out from his body, excited and hard. I guessed it to be four, maybe five inches? I had no idea what was average for a kid barely into the throes of puberty. Hell, I didn't even measure my own dick until I was sixteen. "You don't hate me," I said, as daring as I would ever be and reached down and grabbed his little boydick. "You're all hard and horny, aren't you?" I said with a laugh. "Gedofff!" he said and pulled away, backing up into the opposite corner of the shower. Exactly where I wanted him. I took a step closer and pressed my body tight up against his, making sure my dick was pointing at the sky as I mashed our bodies together so the underside was rubbing against the smoothness of his stomach. "What are you doing?" he whispered. As if it wasn't obvious. "You like me, don't you Wesley?" I said, grinding my body against his. Fuck, his smooth wet skin felt amazing against my throbbing dick. I needed to cum, and soon! "You like my big dick rubbing against you." His face, neck and chest all turned a bright shade of Christmas red, and I knew, without a doubt, that he was gay and wanted my body as much as I wanted his. I slid a hand between us and grabbed his boydick again. "You're as hard as a rock," I pointed out. He moaned, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. "Did you enjoy watching me earlier as I stroked my big dick?" I started moving my hand up and down over his young, throbbing hardness, and I felt him shudder against me, another soft moan escaping his lips. I took a step back and knelt to my knees, my face directly in front of his sweet boyhood goodies. "Can you cum yet?" I wondered as I stroked his dick again "Y-yes," he whispered. "If you don't stop, I'm going to." "Wow, I've barely even touched you," I said with a smile, my hand still wrapped tightly around his hardness. "Have you ever messed with any of your friends?" I looked up into his eyes and he shook his head. Wow. From this angle, he looked absolutely stunning! His long blonde hair was curled around his ears and face, making him look like an exquisite little angel, his bright blue eyes staring back at me with a mixture of fear, wonder and excitement. "Kissed anyone?" Another shake of his head. "Cool," I said and stood back up. "Finish your shower and meet me in my room. And don't you dare jack off!" "But I'm really---" I cut him off, glaring at him. "I mean it. Wash your hair and body, but don't you dare jack your dick and cum!" I didn't give him a chance to reply, just grabbed my towel from the rack and headed out the door, leaving it open behind me. I walked into my room, quickly dried off, pulled my bottle of lube from my nightstand and lay down on my bed, my dick still rockhard at the excitement of the moment. I was hornier than ever! I resisted the temptation for a few quick jerks, knowing I would cum if I barely touched my throbbing, aching dick. There was one thing for certain. I was going to have my brother's sweet cherry ass. I had no experience with boys, hell the youngest I ever fucked was 17, and that was just a few weeks ago. Considering Wesley was a virgin, and only thirteen, I knew my technique for popping his cherry would need to be a bit different. I didn't care though. All I knew was that I needed to empty my balls, and soon! Then Wesley was standing in my doorway, hands clutching tightly at the towel wrapped around his waist, covering up his boyhood sex. "Get in here, and close the door." Not that I worried about dad coming home, I just liked having sex with the door closed. I've had sex in public, in parks, vehicles, truckstops, under a freeway once, in the pool out back, yet prefer having my bedroom door closed when I'm fucking. Make sense? No, haha. Wesley closed the door and walked over to the bedside. I could smell the nervousness emanating from him. Okay not literally, but you know what I mean. "Drop the towel," I demanded, staring right into his eyes. That's when I saw it- the true desperation. Was he really willing to do anything that I wanted? Or was he truly scared of what I might do to him? Only one way to find out. He dropped the towel, without uttering even one protest. I knew it. His dick was still rock-hard and very angry looking, his uncut foreskin covering his dickhead. By now, my dick was leaking a copious amount of precum, and I ran my finger through it and held my finger out to his lips. He shook his head, and I glared at him. "Eat it bitch," I commanded. He exhaled a deep sigh, and then opened his mouth. I shoved my finger inside, rubbing it all over his tongue and gums before removing it and taking another globful from my dick. "Again," I said. This time he had his mouth already open and waiting. That was the defining moment, the exact second in time when I knew with 100% certainty that my little brother was going to be my little bitch toy. I think he knew it at that moment too, although I couldn't be certain. I held my finger about an inch away from him, and he leaned forward, taking my finger in his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. "You like this don't you?" I said with a smile as I sat up on the bed, my feet touching the floor. "You want me in control, don't you?" He burned crimson again, and I had my answer. "Say it. Say you want to be my little bitch boy." "No!" he exclaimed with a defiance that surprised me. I slapped him hard across the cheek. "Either we do this or we don't, it's your call. But just remember that if you turn this down, I'll spread the word with all my friends how much of a doglover you really are." "That's blackmail!" he said, taking a step backward. "Of course it is," I said with a contented smile. "Take it or leave it." "What do you want me to do?" he asked, eyes downcast, staring at the carpet. I just stared at him, having already told him exactly what I wanted. More than anything, I hated repeating myself. He stared at me, and then shook his head again; eyes squeezed shut, face still bright red in shame, or sexual frustration, or whatever was going through his thirteen-year-old brain at that moment. "Fine," he said and opened his eyes again. "I want to be your little bitch boy." I grinned from ear to ear and squeezed my dick, another long drool of precum oozing out and down my shaft. "Lick it off," I said, lying back on the bed, hand still gripping the base of my dick. My thirteen-year-old brother got down on his knees, his dick still achingly hard and probably needing to cum as badly as mine. I let go of my dick and he wrapped his small hand around it where mine had been only a second ago. He stuck out his tongue, then slowly but surely licked up my shaft, the trail of precum going directly into his mouth. "You're such a little slut," I said with satisfaction. "Fuck you!" he said and stood up, but I was on my feet in an instant and grabbed him by the waist, throwing him down onto the bed. His small frame was no match for me, and I pinned him down with all my weight, holding both his hands pressed into the bed above his head, his body sprawled beneath me. My dick was pressed between his legs, his dick was pushing against my stomach. He struggled for a second, then realized he was no match for me and relented. "You are going to be my little bitch from now on." "I won't!" he said, his voice muffled from being pressed against my chest. I pulled back, still tightly holding onto his arms. "You will! From now on you're nothing but my little cumslut to use however I see fit!" I grabbed his wrists with my right hand, licked the index finger of my left hand and slid it down between his legs, searching for his tight little virgin boycunt. He squirmed again but I held firm, my fingers reaching their goal. His hot hole was puckered against my finger but I pushed in, inserting half my finger inside him, his body radiating so much heat my finger felt amazing inside him. I couldn't wait to find out what my dick felt like buried balls deep! He moaned into my chest as my finger moved around, prodding him and teasing him. "Yea, you little faggot, you like that don't you," I said, surprised at my words but eager to continue. "You like your older bro finger-fucking your sweet little boypussy." His throbbing dick pressed against me told me the truth, even as he spat out a resounding "No!" "Ha," was my reply as I released his wrists and removed my finger. "Lay back and relax." He shook his head again. Then we locked eyes for a moment, and I saw again the intense desire and desperation locked deep inside his subconscious brain, as well as the intense desire to be completely dominated. I moved my finger around again, this time purposely pushing against his prostate. That elicited a genuine moan of ecstasy from my little brother, and I knew he was mine to do with what I wanted. I released his arms and immediately took his still rock-hard dick into my mouth, sucking on it for all it was worth. He bucked his hips, my finger pushing hard against his sweet button of joy while I gave him his first blowjob. In less than thirty seconds I tasted his sweet boycum as it shot into my mouth and oozed down my throat as he panted, back arched in pure heaven. "Fuck!" he yelled before collapsing back onto the bed as I slowly eased my finger out of his tight little boyhole. "Oh my God that was so amazing!" he said again as I sat down on the bed next to him. "Of course it was," I said with a laugh, holding my dick in my hand. "Now it's your turn to finish me off." "I don't want---" "You really owe me now," I pointed out, grabbing his hand and putting it on my throbbing dick. "I just blew you, which means you have to do the same to me." "I never said I---" "Tough shit little bro," I interrupted again. "That's the way it works, it's only fair." "Fine," he said, his hand started to move up and down my dick. Fuck, his hand wrapped around my shaft made my dick look bigger than ever! "But after I do this, are we even?" I just shrugged and laid back on the bed, letting him do all the work. "Rub my balls too," I added with a contented smile. This was easier than I had ever imagined. Maybe there was some truth to all those Nifty stories, after all. But the longer he sat there and stroked my dick, the less into it I was, until my dick started going soft. "Am I doing something wrong?" Wesley wondered, obviously disappointed in my deflating dick. "No," I said, "but let's try something else. Lay flat on your back." He did as he was told, for once. "Good, now I'm going to straddle you, and you're going to suck my balls while I stroke my dick over your face." "What if I can't breathe?" he asked. Ah, to be so young and naïve again. "You'll be fine," I said as I dangled my balls over his perky little lips. I could feel his hot breath against my smooth balls and knew this was exactly what I needed. "Suck them, but not too hard." And suck them, he did! Oh my God. He was going to be a perfect little bitchslut for me until I was finished training him. "Oh yes," I moaned, "now the other one." I took my newly inflated dick in my hand and conjured up the image of what his face would look like after I painted it with my jizz. That did the trick, and it wasn't long before I was panting and beating my way to a fantastic orgasm. "Yes!!!" I screamed, and at the last possible moment pulled back, my dick spurting six thick globs of my sweet balljuice all over my thirteen-year-old brother's surprised face. Some of it even got into his hair, and I knew I had to get a photo of this! "Don't fucking move!" I commanded, then reached for my shorts and pulled out my cell. I snapped a few pics while he tried to dodge the camera, but I still managed to secure a few excellent shots of his first cumfacial. I knew there here was going to be many more of those! "Can I go now?" he asked, apparently pleased that his ordeal was over. "Sure," I said. "I'll come get you when I'm ready for round two." The look on his face was priceless, and I snapped another quick photo with my cell. "You said we were even after that!" "Actually I never said anything of the sort," I pointed out. "You just assumed that's what I meant when I shrugged my shoulders. Fuck bro, you have one hot little mouth and ass, and you're crazy if you think I'm not going to get me another piece of your hot body." I slapped him on the ass for emphasis, which made his face and neck turn scarlet again. "You really think I'm hot?" he asked with a slight smile. "Fucking hell bro, I was crazy to have waited so long to play with you!" I said and pulled him into a tight hug, our naked bodies mashed together as I slid my hand under his ass, cupping his perfectly round cheeks in my hands and squeezing. "You and I are going to be spending a lot more time together," I added with a wink, then did something that surprised him- I leaned down and kissed him. He kissed back, and before long we were entwined in a tight lip lock that was typically reserved for lovers. Which suited me just fine, I wanted him now more than ever, and I slid my tongue inside his mouth, French-kissing my little brother. It was such an intense, sexually-infused moment and I didn't want it to end. *** The following morning, after a fantastic night's sleep, I woke up with a raging boner. Remembering last night's adventures with Wesley, I jumped out of bed and went into his room, pulled the covers off his sleeping form, and straddled his chest, my dick in his face. He woke up with a start, and started to ask what was going on, but I shoved my dick into his mouth to shut him up. "Suck my dick bitch," I said. "I need to cum." He struggled against me, his teeth scraping against my sensitive man-parts, and I pulled out and slapped him across the face. "You're my bitch, remember? You will do what I say, when I tell you to do it. And right now, you are going to suck my dick until I shoot my seed down your throat." His eyes were filled, not with hatred, but with pleasure, as I took complete control of him and slid my dick back into his mouth, ramming it all the way down his throat. His gag reflex kicked in, but I held fast and started to fuck his throat, my balls slapping against his chin. "Fuck yes, bro," I moaned in ecstasy, "this is so fucking good." He moaned in response, throat contracting reflexively against my invasion. I didn't let up at all, just kept throat-fucking him, my pending orgasm building and building until it was a true boil that was going to overflow. I didn't care whether he could breathe or not, and, hell, it would even be hot to see him pass out. That thought only made me fuck him harder, and indeed, my little thirteen-year-old brother finally succumbed to the lack of oxygen, and he passed out. I pulled my dick from his throat so he could breathe at last, and I jacked my rod as fast as I could until my balls pulled up and I shot seven thick jets of my balljuice all over his face. His eyes fluttered, he opened them, and smiled up at me. "That was so fucking hot, baby bro," I said as I leaned down and kissed him, tasting my cum as we French-kissed. "Thanks," I added as I crawled off him and headed to the bathroom for a shower. As I was lathering my dick, I heard the door open. "Eric?" came the voice of my little brother, and I watched through the curtain as he sat on the closed lid of the toilet. "Why does all this turn me on so bad?" I pushed open the shower curtain, motioned for him to join me and watched as he quickly stripped out of his pajamas and stepped under the hot water with me. "Because," I said at last, as I pulled him close, our bare skin rubbing against each other, "you know that you are here to make me happy. You're my toy, to use and fuck. I will be using you for my pleasure, and since you are a true bottom, a submissive, you crave the need to be used. Isn't that right?" "How did you know?" Wesley asked, surprised. Eric shrugged and pushed him against the wall and forced him down to his knees. "Suck my dick." "But I just did," Wesley protested, surprised. "Fucking do it," Eric commanded, and Wesley did as he was told, eagerly taking his older brother's boner down his throat for the second time in less than five minutes. "You have such a hot little mouth," Eric groaned. "Now take my balls in your mouth." Wesley only nodded, and took both of Eric's egg-sized low-dangling testicles in his mouth, surprised at how completely filled his mouth was. "Good, now suck on them, like they can give you a treat." Wesley sucked as best he could with a mouth full of testicles, and Eric started moaning and groaning, starting to thrust his hips as he grabbed his dick and started stroking again. "Fuck, you're amazing," he mumbled. "Now turn around and bend over so I can fuck you." "B-but I haven't used the toilet yet," Wesley stammered. "Do you really think I give a fuck?" Eric growled. "Bend the fuck over and take this dick up your pussy." Wesley frowned but did as he was told, turning around and bending at the waist, his ass pointed to the sky in anticipation of the invasion that was to begin. Eric guided his dick to the entrance, the head pressed against Wesley's winking sphincter, and pushed until his dick was buried to the hilt deep inside his younger brother's hot hole. Wesley screamed at the complete invasion and struggled to pull away, but Eric held fast and started pumping in and out, their balls slapping against each other with each thrust. "Fuck yes, you like being my little bitch don't you?" "Yes please use me bro," Wesley moaned as the invasion became one of utmost pleasure. "Fuck me and use me like I'm meant to be used." "Good answer bitch," Eric said and thrust harder, and then told Wesley to stand up, shoved him against the wall and plowed himself inside his little brother's hole. "You are mine, never forget it, mine to use whenever I want, got it?" "God yes," Wesley mumbled, his face pushed up against the wall. "Please, I need it bro, fill me with your hot cum." "Beg me for it," Eric demanded. "Please bro," Wesley said in a pleading voice, his voice shaking every time Eric slammed his dick deep inside, "please fuck me and fill me up with your hot seed, give me that huge load of your sweet cum until it's dripping out of my pussy." That did it. For the second time in a half-hour, Eric emptied the family jewels into his baby brother, this time coating Wesley's guts instead of his stomach. With no warning, Eric pulled his dick out and continued with his shower as if nothing had happened. When he was all clean, he told Wesley to get him a towel. "Don't I get to shower?" Wesley wondered, and Eric slapped him across the face. "What was that for?!" Wesley wailed. "You will do what I fucking tell you, no matter what!" Eric screamed, the fury inside of him threatening to explode. "Sorry," Wesley muttered as he got out of the shower, dripping water all over the floor as he went to the linen closet, picked out the biggest, fluffiest towel, and handed it to his brother. "Here you go." "Good bitch," Eric replied with a radiant smile. "Now go and make me breakfast. Two eggs, over-easy, toast, fried potatoes, and a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. And I better not catch you wearing any clothes when I come downstairs!" Wesley was surprised that he had to do it naked, but only nodded and left the room. Eric thought about how quickly his relationship with Wesley had changed, and was pleased with himself for taking the steps to dominating his thirteen-year-old brother. The future looked bright with promise for the two brothers. One, who needed to have someone to order around and use as a slave; the other, needing to be used and treated like the inferior he knew he was. Yes, the future was definitely going to be fun, Eric thought as he dried off with the towel, headed to his bedroom and got dressed before heading downstairs for breakfast. His mind was whirling with possibilities on how to put his new toy to use, and was eager to put them into action. He only hoped that the things he had in mind weren't going to be too harsh on his fragile little brother. Then, with a thought that made him smile even wider, he realized that it didn't matter because he was the one in control and could whatever he wanted, no matter what. Life was good, indeed. __________ The End September 22, 2011, 7:12 pm EST. Also be sure to check out the other stories I have on nifty! [1] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/an-expression-of-love [2] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/life-on-the-road [3] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/spring-break-in-orlando [4] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/just-between-family