Date: Sat, 21 Aug 2010 22:58:27 +1200
From: johnandmark@hushmail.com
Subject: Luring my Brother to Bed 2

As I entered the kitchen, the smell of frying bacon, sausage and egg were
almost completely ignored, as I saw something even more tasty -- my
brother.  He stood over the hot grill, and his sweat trailed down his
almost completely naked before being halted by the tight black cotton
briefs which bulged under the pressure of his muscles.

Mike turned around to see me standing in the doorway while I attempted to
cover my comparatively inadequate body under a bulky dressing gown.  It
also had the added feature of concealing my cock as it sprang to life on
seeing the outline of Mike's large package, as well as the obvious white
stains of cum against the blackness of his briefs.

"Hey John," he said, "I've cooked up some breakfast for you, but you'll
need to make my lunch in exchange, 'cause I'm leavin' now and won't be back
till around noon."

"Um, sure," I replied, "but I won't be able to cook anything major.
Anyway, why don't you buy some lunch for us while you're out?"

"I'm going to that electronics store -- they don't sell food there.  Just
make some sandwiches or something."

"What do you need to go there for?"

"You must already know that my headphones broke, and so I've been using the
speakers.  I don't want mom and dad to hear the kind of stuff I have
playing at night, so headphones need to be bought."

After agreeing to making lunch and heading back upstairs with my breakfast,
the realization of the change in my plans hit me.  He won't have any sound
playing aloud when he wanks again, which means it would be impossible to
tell whether he will watch the new video clip I'll be making completely, or
if he turns it off once realizing that it's me, or even earlier.  After
all, the view count just says whether anyone has viewed it, not whether
anyone has watched it completely.

This problem didn't leave me after breakfast.  My mind continued to race as
I washed my body in the solitude of a steamy shower.  And after only about
two hours of abstinence, my cock began calling for attention once more, but
I decided it'd be more worthwhile to save my cum for a bigger load later
this morning.  As a compromise my fingers traced the speediest route to my
hairless pink hole, and in the relaxation of the shower it opened like a
flower to my fingers.  The passion of the moment gave me surprising
clarity, as yet another one of my plans formulated, which would be even
better than my original.  Before I became carried away my fingers withdrew,
and I raced back to my bedroom, naked, shivering and with a small towel to
quickly dry me off.

My goal was to somehow see into my brothers room while he wanked, in order
to check his reaction to the new video.  This, I realized, was going to be
impossible without detection.  So why not create a reaction for him?  Why
not force him to do something that would compromise himself?  The new video
had to be completely outrageous, so that he would be certain to storm into
my room to either attack me, or to fuck me.  This meant it needed to be in
his room, it needed to create a mess of cum and lube, and it needed to be
sexual enough in order to trigger a primal reaction in him.

I grabbed one of the two cucumbers sitting in the kitchen pantry to act as
my dildo, as well as all my usual equipment, and proceeded to Mike's
bedroom.  His room was typical for a 17 year old, with clothes, dumbbells,
books, papers, sports gear, and piles of other unknown junk filling every
space.  A king-sized bed dominated this dark room, from which emanated the
faint smell of sex and teenage sweat.  In the same way as the previous
video, I began on my back, with my legs raised on his bed, as the webcam
pointed singularly at my lubed hole.

My inhibitions were overtaken by lust in the knowledge that this would be
the final act -- the act that would define my relationship with Mark
forever.  The lust was intensified yet further by the fact that I was on
his bed as lube was smeared onto his sheets.  And the lust drove the cold
cucumber into the warm and unexplored recesses of my willing hole.  There
was no physical or mental resistance to being fucked like this, as I knew I
was a salesman, compelling a potential client into using my service, and
the reasons -- the pleasure that my hole could provide -- had to be the
most compelling possible.

My webcam zoomed out to encompass my pre-cum leaking cock, and balls, while
I let out grunts, then moans, then screams of pleasure as the cucumber
burrowed deep into my hole and massaged my prostate.  Finally, the webcam
zoomed out to show my face, as I licked my lips and mouthed the words 'come
fuck me'.  My body became further filled with this make-shift dildo.  My
cock spasmed as I couldn't hold off the eventual conclusion any longer.
Ropes of cum were released in perfect timing to the furious speed of the
cucumbers fucking.  I had no reservations about letting the cum fly onto
the wall, pillows, and sheets of Mike's bed.  Puffing and panting, I wiped
the remainder of my cum onto the sheets, and raced out of his room to mine
with everything in hand, except for the cucumber which slowly moved in and
out of my used hole as the muscles loosened and contracted.

Despite the uploading process being exactly the same as before, this time I
was even more excited, as I was so keen on perfecting and completing this
diabolical plan.  With the video uploaded, the cucumber and lube safely in
my bedside draws, I headed downstairs to make up those sandwiches.  For the
final touch, the sandwiches had some of the second cucumber in them,
although I hoped he'd suspect it was the first one after watching the video
-- the one I had just used to plow my hole.  I raced upstairs with what
would be only a few minutes before my brother were to arrive home and enjoy
his cucumber sandwich while masturbating to a video he did not yet know was
of me.

As I waited for him to return home my body was completely ready to submit
to his sexual desires.  I waited longingly with my ass ready in the air and
my face buried in a pillow, ready for him to burst in my room and hopefully
be satisfied by what I was offering him.


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